I stepped out of my car and looked at the small, rustic highway rest area. I'll come clean: I'm a very horny person. Since the breakup with my ex a year ago, I was desiring some release by means other than my hand. I'd done some searching on the internet, and found that this little remote pitstop that sits by itself about a half mile off the highway is popular for its special glory hole. I'd never tried anything of the sort, but I was excited to try. I hadn't masturbated for a whole week in anticipation of this day.
As I walked in the entrance, I noticed the restroom signs to the right and left of the empty information booth. Men to the right, Women to the left. Come to think of it, the entire place was pretty quiet except for a couple of people at the brochure stand, but I didn't notice that at the time because my excited erection was doing most of the thinking. I walked into the Men's restroom and saw nobody there. I bent down looking for feet in the stalls. Nothing. "Damn," I said out loud as I walked towards the last stall, furthest from the entrance. There was about six or seven if I remember correctly. I unbuckled my belt and zipped open my jeans; might as well take a leak while I'm here, right? The restroom was quite tidy, definitely not gas station level gross or anything like that, which surprised me. The stalls were small and only big enough for one person to have proper space. The door was right behind me, and there was a row of thin windows where the back wall met the ceiling going all the way to the entrance of the restroom. As I did my business, I noticed a hole about the size of a pool ball.
"Hmph. So that's a Glory Hole" I thought to myself.
Just then I heard footsteps. They sounded like high heels. A woman coming into the Men's bathroom? Kinky. I was mentally preparing myself for a man, so this was a bonus. My erection, which was starting to go limp, shot back up. The stranger entered the stall next to mine. I sat down on the toilet seat, pants and underwear around my ankles, as they placed a large pink post-it over the glory hole on their side. Fair enough, they wanted to stay anonymous like me. Seconds later, a small slip of paper was slid under the stall. I picked it up and unfolded it. It was typed and printed on standard printer paper, not hand written.
"Strip off all of your clothing except your socks, then put your dick and balls through the hole in front of you. In doing so you'll block any possible vision you could have of me, and we may begin. Do not attempt to look through the hole at any point. Knock on the wall twice if you understand, knock three times if you're not interested."
Needless to say, I knocked twice. My hand was shaking so much I almost knocked a third time out of sheer nerves. I stood in silence for a moment. Then, I began to strip. I first took off my Purple T-shirt, followed by kicking off my jeans, belt, and grey boxers from around my ankles. I left my clothes in a pile next to my feet, so I could grab them with ease when done.
"Here we go," I thought to myself.
I lifted my balls up to my penis and slid it all through the glory hole. It was a snug, but not tight, fit. I felt a hand caress my penis, gently moving up and down the shaft, transitioning into a gentle pulling motion. My cock started to pulse excitedly as it got even harder. I felt a pair of lips kiss my tip. I felt the gentle smudged texture of lipstick cover my penis as she continued to kiss down the shaft, until she reached my balls. I was enjoying every second of having this total stranger handle my dick. It was so naughty. So naughty, that I didn't think anything of the strange hand motions the woman was beginning to perform. It felt like she was making gental ovals with her nail around the base of my cock and balls. As she did this, she licked my tip and caressed the slit with her tongue.
About a minute went by, when she all of a sudden let go.
Within the next few seconds, I felt a strong tightening sensation at the base of my cock and balls, as though something was choking it. I instinctively pulled back, only to meet pain as my genitals wouldn't move back with the rest of my body. She'd tightened rope around my manhood! She must have tied me to the coat hanger above the glory hole in her stall! It felt like a noose made for my penis.
"Hey! What're you playing at? Let me go!" I said with a shooken tone in an attempt to sound tough.
I heard a tap at the top of my stall. Naturally, I looked up, only to see a small hand with pink nails holding a cell Phone. Before I could react in that short second, the flash went off. She'd gotten a picture of me naked at a glory hole, not to mention with my face looking directly at the camera.
I became frantic as I tried to pull myself free of the bindings, which only made my cock and balls more swollen. The size plus the rope was too big to pull back through the hole, so I just stood, waiting. It felt like forever, but it couldn't have been more than 5 minutes.
