Sexy Fun Times/Laid/Park/Toilets
It’s an old brick rectangular building with three doors: the centre of each of the two long sides are the entrances to the ladies and gents, while at one end there’s a door marked private. It’s locked, but when you knock, you hear the bolt being drawn.
The man who lets you in is old, like the building, he has always seemed old to you. The room is small, maybe three yards by four and there is an opening opposite the entrance leading to a passageway that runs down the length of the building between the ladies and the gents. The janitor, for that’s who he is, sits down on an old armchair and his lack of underwear means that you can see his limp cock through his open fly. You help yourself to a coffee from the pot that stands on a table beside a sink and sit in the other armchair.
“How have you been,” you inquire.
Your host shrugs; “okay I guess... You?” You tell him you’re okay too and ask him if he’s had any luck. He shrugs again; “not much, I guess you saw the little girl who just left?” You nod and wait for him to tell you. “Boring; she just had a piss and I couldn’t see anything because her dad stood in the way.”
You sit and drink your coffee, talking about old times until you hear somebody coming into the ladies side. The janitor picks up a remote control, opens the laptop computer and turns it so that you can both see the screen.