Jessica folded her book over a finger and looked around. She spotted the restroom facilities about halfway across the park. Her car was the other direction. Making a decision, she sighed, placed her bookmark, and rose from the bench to make her way down the path.
The warmth of the spring sun washed over her. It felt so good to leave the coats, jackets, and heavy woolen clothes behind and be outside. Not as good as summer would feel, lying outside with the smallest bikini she could manage, feeling the sun stroking her cocoa slathered exposed skin. But, definately better than covering the body she had been blessed with in layers upon layers of clothing. With her chest, warm layers of clothing made her feel like the wife of the Staypuff Marshmellow Man. Now, she could once again wear the clothes that showed her massive mammories tapering to her waspish waist, leaving no doubt that she was a woman with a woman's figure.
Jessica loved the attention her chest gained from men, and no few women. She looked good, in the right clothes, and she knew it. Or in no clothes at all for that matter. Occassionally, she fantasized about going completely topless, but the girls needed support. She glanced down and her swaying breasts filled her vision, blocking out any sight of the body below them or the feet that were carrying her towards the restroom. No, she would never trade her beautiful bosom for a smaller set that could go unsupported just so that she could go topless comfortably. After all, without them, what would be the point?
She smiled to herself as her eyes lifted towards her destination. Then stopped and the smile slowly faded as her eyes read the printing on the piece of cardboard.
"Out of order." Jessica moaned. "Oh, fuck me."
Her eyes looked back towards her car all the way across the park from where she now stood. If she could make it, she could drive somewhere else.
But, her bladder screamed that she would pay if she waited just one more minute. Her eyes drifted to the other side, clearly marked "men". She clenched her thighs together as her body tried to void the liquid stored in her bladder for too long.
"Fuck it." Jessica whispered to herself. "It's an emergency."
Shoving the door open, she readied an apology to any men that might be within. But there was no one. Stains and debris met her eyes as she took hurried mincing steps to the stalls.
"Men are such pigs." Her nose wrinkled in distaste. Then she giggled as she thought about last night and corrected herself. "Baby piglets."
All thoughts of her latest lover and his infatile infatuation with her boobs fled as she raced the growing pressure to lift her skirt and try to get her panties down. In her haste she heard a rip.
"Dammit! These were new!" Jessica held up the scrap of material that had been a sexy purple thong. The waist band had ripped on both sides. "Oh God."
Jessica moaned in relief so great that it was almost pleasure as the splashing river gushed from her into the waiting water below. Not quite as good as an orgasm, the relief of a much needed piss was a definite second on the list of good feelings. And she had needed this piss. Badly. That was the whole reason she was here in the men's restroom.
The immediate need past, she glanced around as the gushing river became a trickling rivulet and tapered off to stop. Her eyes flickered over the scribbled writings sampling past patrons wit on the walls of the stall.
"Well, at least they are half right." Jessica giggled to herself as she reached for the toilet paper. "Oh, you have got to be fucking kidding me?!"
Jessica stared at her hand clutching at an empty toilet paper tube.
"This just isn't my day." She sighed. Her eyes fell on the now useless scrap of material in her hand. "Well fuck it. Sixty dollar toilet paper."
Once she had run the too delicate silk across herself, she stopped just before her fingers loosed it. A mischevious grin flitted across her face. Instead of dropping it in the yellowed water, she tucked it around the tube where toilet paper should have been. After a moment's thought, she reached behind her and unclasped the matching bra. It was a matching set after all, and it wasn't like she wasn't going to have to swing by home for a fresh set of panties anyway, so why not?
Her fingers began working the buttons on her blouse. It felt decidedly wicked to be baring her chest here in the men's room at the park, even if it was only for a moment and no one was here to see. The much larger piece of purple fabric that had contained her chest was stuffed up with her piss scented thong for some nasty man to find once she was gone.
She laughed quietly to herself as she imagined some stranger sitting there, holding up her huge bra, and began rebuttoning her blouse, preparing to leave before anyone could come in. But, she was too late.
Her fingers froze as she looked at the stall door and sent up a silent prayer that they wouldn't need this stall. Her nipples crinkled at the thought of them opening the stall door and catching her here.
"Oh, yeah. This one is hot for it all right." A deep voice said.
Hot for it? What the hell did that mean? Jessica wondered as she stood silently. Who says "hot for it" when they need to piss?
Then she heard a distinctly feminine voice giggling. Jessica felt her eyes widen as she clapped a hand over her mouth. Oh my God, she thought. They can't be doing what I think they are doing.
Stealing closer to the stall door, Jessica peered through the gap. She gasped at what she saw.
Four men were surrounding a woman that was barely more than a girl while a fifth stood by the door. Their hands were roaming all over her petite body. Jessica could see the material of the girls blouse and skirt bunching under their coarse hands as she writhed against them, moaning in obvious pleasure. Their muscular bodies were pressing in around her and soon hid the girl from view.
Holy shit! Jessica thought. Should I say something? Are they raping her? But, the girls words, the first she had spoken, set any idea that she might not be consenting as far away as the east lies from the west.
"Get those big cocks out for me," Her voice rang loud and clear. "Let me see some of that prime grade A beef you are sporting for me."
Holy shit! Jessica thought. Holy shit! Holy shit!
Her nipples ached as she pressed her face more tightly against the door, trying to see something through the crack. Anything!
Jessica could just make out the girl now kneeling in the center of that forest of eight legs, but nothing above the girls small chest. Not that virtually every girl's chest wasn't smaller than hers smashed against the stall door, but one of the guys tremendous thighs was bigger around than the woman child's entire body.
"You sure you're eighteen?" The guy beside the door called. "You look about fourteen. And we don't need cops sniffing around for statutory."
"I'm twenty-four." The girl spat back from within her private pen of strong legs. "Sorry, but I didn't think to bring my ID for a quick noon gangbang."
