An older stranger

You let the toilet door swing shut behind you, then walk a few metres along the corridor to wait for the first person to come through.

“So how exactly are we going to do this?” you ask Karen as you lean against the wall.

“I was thinking we just come straight out with it when someone comes through. Something like, ‘hey, wanna fuck our friend, she’s waiting in the toilets there?’ How’s that sound?”

You burst out laughing at the bluntness of your American friend, but slowly nod your head in agreement, thinking what else can you really say. As you think about it you see a shadow at the entrance from the bar, and you stand slightly straighter, waiting. Beside you Karen seems to have noticed as well and is equally ready.

Through the entrance to the corridor comes a figure and it takes you a moment to make it out as the light is dimmer out here. Then you take in the figure that has turned towards you and heading towards the door to the mens toilets. He is about 40, a little overweight and balding. Basically not the sort of guy you would give a second glance at normally.

“Evening girls” he nods your way as he sees the pair of you standing there beside the doorway.

“Hello” you start, suddenly full of nerves. “Erm, you fancy… well, yes, our friend…” you stutter, unable to get the words out. The guy has stopped looking at you, waiting.

“It’s like this” Karen pipes in, “our friend is in there, with no knickers on, and is going to fuck the first person who walks in. So, you up for it?” The look on the man’s face is priceless, his jaw drops and all he can do is stare first at you and Karen, and then towards the entrance to the ladies.

“Oh ha ha” he finally manages to get some words out and you can see a total lack of disbelief in his eyes.

“No, it’s true” you let him know, and with a flash of inspiration you hold up the thong that Lucy threw at you. “See, no knickers. And she is horny as hell. Smell” you suggest and hold the thong up to his face.

“Well…” and this time it is his turn to be speechless. Instead he leans forward slightly and inhales with his nose close to Lucy’s thong, which you guess is wet from her excitement. “So, she will fuck the first guy who walks in?” he asks, still clearly dubious about this.

“Yes” you and Karen say in unison. “In the middle cubicle, waiting” you add.

“In that case” and without a further word he turns and heads towards the ladies. You share a look with Karen, amazed how easy that was. As you watch, he pushes open the door and walks in purposefully.