Yes, from the young man (bi)

“Sure, go ahead,” I agreed, gesturing to him, mindful of my promise to Janice to give the ‘other side’ a try.

The kid opened my fly for me and took out my dick, then held it gently in place as I pissed into the urinal. When I was finished, he smoothly knelt in front of me and took me into his mouth, unhesitating as he cleaned the last drops of urine from my tip with his tongue, then proceeded to give me a thorough blowjob. I put one hand against the wall and relaxed as I enjoyed the service. Since this was just the restroom, I did my best to finish quickly, rather than drawing out the experience.

When I filled the young man’s mouth with cum a few minutes later, I heard a few soft sounds of feminine pleasure coming from Janice’s stall. A moment later she emerged with a satisfied look, but her clothes all still in place, just before I withdrew from my attendant’s mouth and zipped up myself. Her attendant was still in the stall when she opened the door, with his pants still down as he cleaned up his crotch with a moist towel from a shelf in the stall.

We left the restroom together. Since she didn’t wash her hands either, I gathered that her attendant had offered full service in that respect, much as mine had, making it unnecessary for either of us.

Back at our table, the food was just arriving. Our servers resumed their oral attentions as we sat down to eat, but I could see from Janice’s expression that—like myself—after two prior such services her focus was more on her meal. I didn’t even become fully erect in my server’s mouth, with my attention not entirely on her efforts and my libido doubly sated. Not that her service wasn’t quite enjoyable nevertheless, adding a delightful, tertiary dimension of pleasure to the excellent food.

Midway through our lunch, when we had both eaten enough that we spent a few minutes between bites simply relaxing and leisurely enjoying our services, Janice spoke up. “How did you find the restrooms?” she asked. “Mine was excellent. Best restroom service I’ve had, I think.”

“Oh, well … mine was quite good, but I wouldn’t say ‘best I’ve had,'” I said. “Not that there was anything wrong … and to tell you the truth, I couldn’t really think of any restroom services I’ve had that were better, per se. It certainly stood out, obviously.”

“I noticed you did try out the boy,” Janice commented with an approving smile.

“Mm-hmm,” I acknowledged with a nod. “I don’t think he’ll put me off women,” I joked with a smirk, “but the service was perfectly fine. I wouldn’t hesitate to use a man again, under the right circumstances. So, what was so special about yours?” I asked curiously.

“Oh, the quality in the details, mostly,” she said. “Also, he had excellent equipment, which always helps,” she added.

“Really?” I asked. “I got a look when you came out, and he didn’t seem unusually well-endowed to me.”

“Oh, it wasn’t his size, exactly. But he was smooth, nicely shaped … and, of course, very nicely trimmed.”

I had noticed that the server’s pubic hair had been extremely closely trimmed—more like a heavy stubble than anything, really.

“Completely shaven men are obviously the most comfortable,” Janice went on, “but a little bit of hair adds a masculine look that can sometimes be worth the little bit of irritation. Still, a totally untrimmed bush is just so … unappealing. Do you trim?” she asked me idly.

“I do, yes. Not as much as your server, though.” I kept my bush pruned rather neatly—it was almost obligatory in the professional world, after all: keeping up a clean-cut appearance both in the office, and especially when meeting clients—but I didn’t cut it down the way Janice’s server did.

“You really should,” Janice advocated. “You know, I know this great unisex salon I could show you. They do excellent body work.”

“Sure, why not?” I agreed.

“We could go after lunch,” Janice suggested. “If you don’t have to get back right away?”