Driving for a Good Time - Sex Stories

Driving for a Good Time

... see if I can find success among all the youngsters prowling the mall. As I enter, I note the restroom sign and I wander over by the entrance. I spy a bench and I sit as I watch who comes and goes. After no traffic in several minutes, I feel comfortable that the bathrooms are empty and I have some comfort that I can use this for my plan. Sure enough, in only a few minutes I spy a nice little teen girl hurrying to go inside. I judge by her fast pace that she has to pee soon. As she passes, I stand and slowly walk toward the hall where the bathrooms are. I duck into the girls bathroom and listen. Sure enough, I detect my teeny babe has gone into a stall all the way to the end. I enter the one next to her and step up on the toilet and peer over the stall. Looking down, I see how she has pulled her skirt down to her ankles and followed that with her pink thong. I marvel at the flatness of her belly and the skinny legs. I judge her to be 15 or so, as her chest if almost flat. She has no hair on her pussy region. As she squirts her pee, she seems intent to watch it, opening her legs wide. This gives me ample viewing area to see not only her pussy lips and a tiny clit, but also the yellow stream she is voiding. I try to control my breathing as I watch her finish and then reach for tissue to wipe herself. As she finishes, I lean back and wait for her to leave. I am amazed at how she failed to wash her hands after pissing. How nasty is that? Oh, well, people will be people. She ...

... leaves the bathroom and I soon leave behind her to return to my bench. I spend the next hour repeating the process, viewing several teeny girls and a few women as they void their bladders. My game is interrupted only by my cell phone buzzing in my pocket, nearly getting me caught by a girl inserting her tampon. I was so enjoying that little process. I have to quickly retreat from my view and silence the cell phone and await her departure before I could leave. Returning to the main mall, I pull my cell phone out and note that one of my passengers has summoned me, stating that someone is not feeling well and the entire party will be leaving the prom. Oh, boy, just what I need, some k** who could puke in my limo and cause me a lot of extra work before I can go home. I arrive at the hotel and I see my crowd of seven teens huddled together. It appears that they are all under the influence of something as they bob and weave and try not to fall off the curb. I climb out and open the rear door and the boys are instantly obnoxious and loud and push their way in first, claiming the spot they desire to sit, leaving the girls to fend for themselves. As I look at each one, I can spot the effects of some d**g on their faces and how they seem detached. My concern for others surfaces and I gently guide the girls into the car, my hands roaming over their ass as they bend over. My eyes quickly look down the fronts of their gowns for any improvement of viewing and feel content to see portions of a ...