Toilet Fun

There is a toilet about 15 miles from home and I occasionally get to drive in that district. It is a small parking area where people often stop and walk their dogs. I think we all know that toilets 30, 40, 50 and 60 years ago were magical places where you could get up to all sorts of mischief. They all closed and that was that. Or at least that is what I thought. I found myself needing a pee and parked up expecting to nip behind a tree.

There was a sign saying Toilets and I went in. Nobody in there but it just had the feel that there might be some possibilities. I keep my bra and panties in the boot and I normally find my fun by knowing the lanes where I might get lucky if I park up. On this day I had no luck.

I always enjoy being in my car and being vulnerable when I take my shirt off and put my bra on. Same with my panties which are the French knicker type long legs and lace. Of course they are see through, one pair white and one pair navy blue. I put my shirt back on and take my chances. Quite often guys on car parks will see my in my girlie stuff and it is not for them; they walk away.

I decided that I would call in again to these newly found toilets and be dressed in my frills. It was about a month later that I next had the chance. It was raining and I decided to check if there was anything happening before getting changed. I had my panties in my pocket but nothing else. It took me by surprise when there was a man at the trough. I can never pee when I want to and I just get stiff and wait for it to come. Yes, I look across and he looks back. We both know the next step. I start to wank him and he is loving it. I told him that I normally have my panties on and he loved that idea so I took them out and started to wank him into my knickers. He filled them with spunk and was on his way in no time.

I visited these same toilets about four or five times more with no success. I even went once and they were locked. Luckily a chap in a parked car opened his window and asked me if they were still locked. I took that as a sign and got in his car. He gave me a lovely blow job, not quite to completion but I really did enjoy it. We talked about kinky things that turned us on and then the parking traffic just got too complicated.

More visits with nothing happening and then I parked up yet again. Three empty cars parked up already and one with a driver sat waiting. I did not have my frillies on expecting it to be another wasted stop. Again there was a chap at the trough. He only had a modest cock but I was keen to wank him and he did the same for me. Then the door opened and a new guy arrived between us at the trough. Immediately, we all knew that we were up for fun. With barely a quick rub of each others cock my first pal was sucking him off. Second chap was loving it and I pushed my hand down the back of his pants and fingered him. He wasn’t going to last long and sure enough my pal gobbled him up and swallowed the lot.

They both left and I soon followed. Back in my car I was still hoping to be finished off. The chap who had been waiting in his car all this time made a move and headed to the toilet. He made some sort of scratching gesture to make it obvious that he was interested. I followed and so did the chap who had sucked off the other guy only ten minutes previous. There was no pretence that any of us were there for a piss. I broke the ice and said my mate will suck you off. This cock was a much nicer size than the first one he had drained and I just wanted to watch and feed it into his mouth.

When he did cum it was messy and splashed everywhere. My mate was gobbling up as much as he could but it was on his jeans, the spunker’s shirt and his pants. I thought I was in the clear but I found out back in the car that it was all over my shirt collar. The spunker left and my new pal offered to suck me off. The idea of all that spunk in his mouth was a turn on but also a turn off. I came home and had a lovely wank. I hate giving in to this impulse but I just can’t resist.