Serviced at the service stop
Added 2020-04-13 19:56:42 +0000 UTCI had been driving for 4 hours straight now and it was getting dark, “Perfect”, I said out loud to myself as I saw a sign for some motorway services. A cup of coffee would sort me right out. I turned off at the next junction and drove into the almost empty car park. The blurred lights of the shops burned my eyes slightly as my vision had adjusted to dusk, I could vaguely make out a green glow of the coffee shop.
I Couldn’t focus on my drink order just yet as I was dying for a piss, my pace picked up as I marched toward to glowing yellow man on the gents lavatory door. I swung that door open at high speed and started unzipping my jeans and taking my cock out half way to the urinal before realising a hose like jet of golden piss into it. I sighed in relief as I stood and pissed for about a minute straight. I stepped back, zipped up my jeans and manoeuvred myself in front of a mirror to wash my hands when I caught a glimpse of the janitor mopping in my eye line. He wasn’t your usual janitor by any stretch of the imagination. I’d say he was late 30s, well built, dark eyes with a glorious ginger beard. He noticed me staring as he mindlessly mopped and threw me a casual smile. I took that as a sign and grinned back, I had clearly caught his attention now as he stopped What he was doing and leaned against his mop, grinning eagerly now. “You alright?”, he nodded at me, “yeah, you?”, I smirked back. My jeans had already got tight now, I could feel I was getting rock hard. He could see, his eyes fixated on cock outline. He turned away and walked into a cubicle and gazed at me while grabbing at his crotch. I scanned my surroundings to find it completely empty, so I followed him in and closed the door behind me.............
