The restroom

I felt the urge to use the bathroom, and remembered it was near the entrance, connected to the locker room. I walked back to the locker room, almost bumping into a larger woman as she left a private room with two skinny guys behind her.

Apparently there was a queue for the unisex bathroom. I tried the handle for the disabled, but it was locked. Standing outside the unisex door was a beautiful woman with bobbed black hair and red underwear. She looked vaguely French, and she gave me a smile as she saw me stand behind her. She looked me up and down, before giving another, more sexual smile. I gave a slightly embarrassed smile back, but before I could introduce myself, the bathroom door opened, and a man walked out. The possibly-French woman walked in and locked it again. I was alone in the locker room.

As I waited, Lewis the owner walked in, looking round the room for someone or something. He seemed to have a small key in his hand. Whatever he was going to do was forgotten when he saw me waiting.

“Ah…Sarah wasn’t it? Becky’s friend?”

I nodded in reply, trying to look at his face and not his bulging Speedos.

“How are you finding Paradise?”

Shyly at first, I told him about all the things I’d seen and done so far. He smiled and nodded approvingly.

“I’m glad you’ve had such a good time so far.” He said, after finishing my recap. He paused for a second, hesitating, before continuing. “As you’ve had a good time, I wonder if you would help me have a good time?”

Before I could ask what he meant, he continued. “I’ve got a certain…fetish. Some of the ladies here assist me with it from time to time. I thought I saw Amanda here, but I was wrong. So I wondered if you would…help me?”

His ginger hair reflected the light as he smiled hopefully at me.

“What is your request?” I asked, slightly nervously.

“I like to watch women pee.”