The dancing seat...
Austin sighed trying to control his physical feelings. "I guess, it is just you and me now!" He picked up the girl again in his arms and finally entered the restroom, feeling extremely awkward. He halted and looked around for a few seconds. The girl was indeed right. There was nobody else in the entire restroom. "Ohk! I will drop you off, outside the cubicle and you go inside." Austin looked at Linda's cute and innocent face, and gulped.
Linda nodded and smiled. "Yes!" Just outside the cubicle door, he made the girl stand on her feet and held her tightly by her waist.
"Hold the door's handle. And do not lock the door from inside. Do not worry, I am guarding it from outside." Austin instructed like a mother of a three year old.
Linda nodded and quickly held the door's handle, opening it up with a jerk. She blinked several times, trying very hard to concentrate on the pot seat.
Austin could still sense the girl's discomfort and he slapped his forehead, thinking of what next he might have to. "What happened now Linda?"
"The seat is moving left and right. Where do I exactly have to pee?" Linda pouted standing inside the cubicle, still holding the door's bar. She was constantly gazing at the seat and swinging left to right.
Austin sighed and so did his manhood. "Sigh! Too much of patience."