Not exactly zombie related but definitely very strange and unsettling, but once in an airport I had a hunch that turned out to be true in the most beautiful filthy way possible. I was in Hartsfield Jackson airport in Atlanta which I’m sure all of you know is utterly gigantic and busy as all hell. My plane was delayed a few hours so I went about trying to figure out something to do with myself, maybe find a deserted place to masturbate and listen to some Brahms. Walking along a somewhat empty terminal, I spotted a set of bathrooms that looked unused, so I set out to go there in order to polish my roosevelt, but something stopped me in my tracks.
I was suddenly overcome by a most compulsive feeling that told me, “No, Dindu, what you seek lies beyond this terminal.” I was a recovering addict at the time so I was not unaccustomed to hearing voices but something told me to follow it and lo and behold, beyond the terminal there was another bathroom. Now, one thing you need to know about me is that I’m a man of very diverse sexual tastes, I love public restrooms for the symphony of noises and smells and whatnot and I’m not gay but sometimes I might be that guy at the urinal who subtly peeks at cocks just to compare for my own and not to jerk off to later. Anyway I still felt like something was pushing me so I stealthily and quietly wandered into the ladies room.
Sweet fortuna, goddess be praised! The moment I entered I was overcome by an ungodly stench and the sound of a beautiful maiden in the struggles of a digestive malfunction. I immediately stepped into an adjacent stall, whipped out my phone, and began recording the music of “SSSSPPPPLLLLLLAAAAAAALLLPPPLLLLLUUUUUUUUHHHHHH” that permeated the air, my cock harder than a steel titanium diamond cinderblock. As usual for a man in my situation, my cock came out and I began to flagellate and flog myself, timing it with her grunts and poots as to avoid arousing suspicion. I lost track of time, but she left after a while (unfortunately flushing and leaving no trace of her act like pubes or whatnot) and even after cumming 4 times I couldn’t bring myself to leave, I actually missed my flight but that was okay because it allowed me more time to sit, listen to my recording, and enjoy the ambiance of the restroom.