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FORCEFUL AND MUSICAL
Management liked to run a skeleton crew, which meant one employee per store.
The front retail space had it's down time, but there was almost always a handful of people in the arcade. Any bathroom trips had to be fast.
It was roughly four hours into my shift, and I had managed to drain two 1-liter water bottles. The front was empty and I could hear nothing but satisfied moaning coming from the back. All was well.
I stepped into the bathroom, locked the door behind me and started to pee.
I heard footsteps approach the door and the knob began to turn wildly.
"Just a second."
The turning stopped and I finished up. I opened the door to leave, (it opened inward) and there stood a forty-ish dark haired man in the door frame.
He was standing with his weight on one leg, with the other crossed behind. His arms were wrapped around the door frame in the ultimate suave pose. He was attractive in a dark and brooding way.
I smiled and said, "It's all yours."
I stepped forward to leave, but he wouldn't move. He positioned his face into my line of sight and raised an eyebrow. It could have been a painfully uncomfortable moment, but nothing about him seemed threatening.
If this were a rooftop diner in Paris, he would have been smoking sensually and dissecting the finer points of great cinema.
Alas, he had only this to offer:
"I like the sound of your piss."
I burst out laughing and nudged him out of the way.
"You don't have to laugh."
"What do you even say to that?"
I must have been grinning warmly because he laughed too.
"So you're into golden showers?" I asked.
"No. It was just hot. Very forceful and.....musical."
"Well that's a first."
I'll listen for the symphony next time!
FORCEFUL AND MUSICAL
Management liked to run a skeleton crew, which meant one employee per store.
The front retail space had it's down time, but there was almost always a handful of people in the arcade. Any bathroom trips had to be fast.
It was roughly four hours into my shift, and I had managed to drain two 1-liter water bottles. The front was empty and I could hear nothing but satisfied moaning coming from the back. All was well.
I stepped into the bathroom, locked the door behind me and started to pee.
I heard footsteps approach the door and the knob began to turn wildly.
"Just a second."
The turning stopped and I finished up. I opened the door to leave, (it opened inward) and there stood a forty-ish dark haired man in the door frame.
He was standing with his weight on one leg, with the other crossed behind. His arms were wrapped around the door frame in the ultimate suave pose. He was attractive in a dark and brooding way.
I smiled and said, "It's all yours."
I stepped forward to leave, but he wouldn't move. He positioned his face into my line of sight and raised an eyebrow. It could have been a painfully uncomfortable moment, but nothing about him seemed threatening.
If this were a rooftop diner in Paris, he would have been smoking sensually and dissecting the finer points of great cinema.
Alas, he had only this to offer:
"I like the sound of your piss."
I burst out laughing and nudged him out of the way.
"You don't have to laugh."
"What do you even say to that?"
I must have been grinning warmly because he laughed too.
"So you're into golden showers?" I asked.
"No. It was just hot. Very forceful and.....musical."
"Well that's a first."
I'll listen for the symphony next time!