I used to think it was really difficult to stumble on some fun when you're seeking action. I've read the stories about fun in toilets, but felt I must have only visited straight guy loos, as there was never any action.

I was ready to give up on it when I decided one day to try something different and went out dressed with black holdups and a blue satin thong underneath my male clothes. I brought a backpack containing knee high boots with 5" heels, a leather skirt and a black tight top and bra, in case the full outfit was needed. I'd also taken the precaution to pack condoms and lube.

There's no decent public loos near me, so I had to drive for a while until I'd come to one mentioned on SH. The toilets were in a park and I parked up in the car park and took a walk around the park, keeping an eye on the gents' toilets to see who was going in and out.

After a while, I saw a couple of guys disappear into the loos, so I waited to see if they’d be in and out after a quick pee or whether they’d linger there. I started to walk over to the toilet block and one of the guys walked out, just as I neared the entrance. I stopped and looked back at him to see if he’d also look back, but he didn’t so he must have just been there for a pee. I entered the toilet block and saw the three urinals were empty, but of the four cubicles, one had its door shut. My curiosity got the better of me, so I entered a cubicle next to the one that was occupied. There was no hole in the wall, so I thought I’d strip off my male outer clothes and opened my backpack to put on the bra and top, short leather skirt and knee high leather boots. As I moved around the cubicle whilst putting my male clothes and shoes in my bag, the heels of my boots clip clopped briefly on the floor. This appeared to arouse the attention of my neighbour as he slipped a piece of paper under the wall asking if I was wearing heels. I scribbled that I was wearing I full femme outfit and pushed the paper back. Very quickly, it was returned with a comment saying, ‘Open your door, I’m coming to join you’. I blushed and felt butterflies in my stomach and a stirring in my panties.

I unlatched my door, then heard the door in the cubicle unlatch followed by footsteps and my cubicle door being pushed open. There stood a clean shaven guy in his late 50s/early 60s in a shirt and smart chinos and deck shoes. He smiled at me and looked approvingly at my outfit, then put his hand around my shoulders to pull me towards him and he started kissing me. It was pecks on the lips at first, but then I felt his lips open and his tongue pop out to force my mouth open and seek my tongue. I closed my eyes and went with the moment as my cock hardened further in my panties. He continued to kiss me and slipped his hand down my back to rest it on my leather covered bottom and groped it. His first hand was quickly joined by his other and, as he squeezed my buttocks through my skirt, he continued to kiss me and pull my crotch towards his. I could feel a decent bulge growing in his chinos, so I slipped a hand between us to get a proper feel, with him briefly breaking away from kissing me and saying, ‘Good girl, I’m hoping you know what to do’. I did for sure and unzipped his fly and then used both hands to wrestle his belt open, undo the clasp on his chinos and slip my hand over his tight, white briefs. I stroked him through the fabric for a few seconds before my desire to feel his flesh got the better of me, so I pulled his briefs and trousers down to below his bottom, so I could see his growing cock and feel the warm skin. I rubbed my thumb on his bell end to smear his precum over the end of his cock, then slowly began to wank him. He smiled at me and then lowered his hand to the hem of my skirt and started to gently stroke my nylon clad thighs. This felt amazing and I struggled to concentrate on wanking his shaft, but I soon got used to it just as his hand moved to the naked skin at the top of my thighs and then onto the bulge in my thong. He kissed me again and teased my cock through the fabric before running his hand around to my ass cheeks and groping them. He continued this for a few minutes before raising his hands to my shoulders and pushing me down to my knees, at which point I heard someone walk into the loos. My lover was pushing his cock against my lips, but I hesitated as I waited to see what the newcomer was doing. He seemed to walk over to the urinals, so I continued to do as my lover wished and opened my mouth to feel his cock slide in, whilst using a hand to stroke and squeeze his balls, I bobbed my head up and down for a while whilst looking into my lover’s eyes and I loved the taste of his precum, which was being produced at a prolific rate. I pulled his cock out of my mouth and licked and kissed up and down his shaft, whilst maintaining eye contact with him. He smiled and closed his eyes as I slipped his cock back in my mouth and took as much of his length as I could. I was enjoying myself that much, I forgot someone else had entered the toilet block and wasn’t aware if they’d left. The thing that reminded me of their presence was a hand wandering underneath the partition from the next cubicle and making its way up my knee high boots and groping my lower leg. He couldn’t reach any further, so the next thing is I felt two hands around my ankles and pulling me towards the partition whilst still sucking my lover. This allowed the guy in the next cubicle to feel the nylon at the top of my thighs, but he gave up after a while and I felt him remove his hands. I continued to pleasure my lover who was getting close to cumming. ‘Get up and bend over’, he said, ‘I want to cum on your tight ass’. I had another few licks of his shaft and stood up, whilst flattening down my skirt. He kissed me again and then bent me over the cistern, hitched up my skirt and pulled my thong to one side. I looked over my shoulder to see him wanking his cock and him breathing heavier, before he groaned and started pumping his cum on my ass and stocking tops. He scooped some up with his fingers and forced it past my lips. I licked his finger clean and then spun round to bend down and clean his cock with my hungry mouth. He smiled, pulled me up and kissed me and then got a piece of paper out of his pocket and wrote his number on it and his name, Mark. I whispered, ‘I’m Joanna and I’ll definitely be messaging you’. After fastening his chinos he flashed a smile and gave me a quick kiss, then he unlatched the door and went.

As I pushed the door too, I felt resistance and in walked another guy, ‘I thought he’d never go’, he blurted, ‘I was guy who was stroking you in the next cubicle, so let me have my fun’. He pushed me onto the toilet, knelt down in front of me and forcefully threw my legs over his shoulders, pulled up my skirt and engulfed my cock with his mouth. There was no gentleness about it, he sucked me really hard and then pulled my cock out to suck my hairless balls, then my cock was back in his mouth being sucked whilst he used some of my lover’s cum to lubricate his finger and shove it in my rose bud. I was completely shocked and hugely turned on and felt my sap rise. Soon, I could hold back no longer and felt an amazing orgasm as I shot my cum in his mouth. He pulled his finger out of my ass, and leant to kiss me, forcing my mouth open and transferring my cum from his mouth to mine. I swallowed it all and smiled. He stood up, opened his trousers and shoved his hairy cock in my mouth and pumped away, after a minute or so he shot his cum in my mouth, zipped up and said, ‘Next time I’m going to fuck your ass, with your boots draped over my shoulders. I’ll be looking out for you’, then turned and left the cubicle.

I was in shock after being treated like a lady by the first guy, Mark, then treated like a cheap slut by the second one. The truth is, I loved the way they both treated me, so I told myself that I’d go back there as often as possible.