****** Passing Fantasies by Les ****** =============================================================================== Passing Fantasies The hotel did a roaring trade in holiday makers. This was the only way they could get to the beach for ten miles each way. The rugged coastline was a long line of cliffs. The boss was thoughtfully and got a team of scaffolders to make a staircase to the rocky beach. My name is Peter and I work at the hotel as a summer odd job man in the day and help in the bar at night-time. We only had twenty rooms to let but they were always filled. Daytrippers was where we made a profit. The boss had a carpark built and around it had stalls for ice-cream buckets and spades and little fishing nets. He also got mobile toilets put in the carpark away from the hotel. "Peter," my two-way radio bleated, "The ladies toilets are not flushing, can you check them out please?" It was Sue the receptionist. She was about 22 and a real stunner. Great body, which I liked to look at, when she sunbathed in the staff gardens. This was always happening. They used to pull the chains to hard and the clip used to come of the siphon. Walking over I put the out of service sign on the ladies toilet door and went inside. Opening the central doors that led to the tank rooms, there were six toilets 3 each side of the tank rooms. Letting my eyes get accustomed to the dim light I checked each chain. Finding one off I slipped the ring over it's clip and turned to go. I stopped. I heard voices from one of the cubicles. Trying to locate the sounds I placed my ear to the thin walls of the passage. "Be gentle," she begged .I heard her sobbing. "Ohh you're too rough. Slow down please." I looked down at a shaft of light. It was coming from the pipe that led to the toilet cistern. Looking through the gap I saw two people partly clothed. They were about 26. The man had bent the woman over the seat of the toilet and was thrusting into her at a very fast pace. Her face was contorted with the pain of his prick plowing into her dry furrow. She was still groaning as he pulled out of her. "You'll have to finish me off with your mouth then," he growled. He stood upright and pulled his shirt up displaying a huge prick that looked very red and angry. She sat on the toilet as he took her top off revealing a smallish pair of tits that stood out from her chest. Her nipples stood proud. I was very aroused at this time less than half an inch separated me from this couple engaged in a sex act in a public toilet. My prick was hard as I took it out from the confines of my boxer shorts. Rubbing it I placed my eye to the hole again drawn to the sight of this half naked young woman sucking on her lovers prick. She had taken it in her hands and nibbled the tip of it, licked the throbbing shaft with her tongue. He grabbed the back of her head and pulled it onto his shaft. "Suck you bitch. Suck hard and deep." He spoke with a threat in his voice. She obeyed him. Taking it in her mouth she rammed her head down until his pubic hairs meet her nose. I could see the lump as it went down her throat blocking off her air supply. Pulling back she took a gulp of air and repeated it always going down to the root of his prick. His face took a haggard expression as he was reaching the point of no return. "I'M CUMMING," he shouted. "SUCK BITCH TAKE IT ALL DOWN!" Thrusting one more time he gasped and felt his sperm hit the back of her throat. She sucked his prick dry lapping up any that escaped through her lips. I had been close myself. But the sight of her lapping it up made me spurt my seed onto the floor. I had not been so sexually turn on like this for ages. I was watching someone else have sex unnoticed. I pumped out several more shots before I felt weak. Looking through the hole I saw they were kissing. He was saying he loved her for playing his games in public. They dressed and left. I sat down on the floor and took in what I had seen. Why was I so turned on? .I had not looked at couples kissing or petting before. Then I realized -- THEY DIDN'T KNOW I WAS WATCHING! That's what turned me on. I was brought back to earth by the crackle of the radio again. "Peter it's lunch time." I had the afternoon off so I went into town. Getting a cab back I sat and looked out the window. It was pitch black, no streetlights. The hotel was light by coloured lights that made it stand out in the darkness. Walking from the car park to my chalet at the back of the hotel I saw Sue the receptionist kiss her boyfriend goodnight and go into her chalet. As I unlocked my door I noticed her lights came on at our chalets back onto the fields which surrounded the hotel. She had not drawn her curtains. I wondered. I thought to myself, 'What would she be doing? Could I look into her chalet without being seen?' I looked around, no other chalets light were on. My heart pounding I climbed the barbed wire fence of the field and walking in a circle came level with her window. It was partially covered by a large bush. Crouching down I crept to the base of the bush and peered through the branches. I could see her. She was in the front room with a cup of coffee. She was watching the TV. She was taking her top off. Throwing her blouse on the settee. Eyes glued to the screen. Unzipping her skirt and placing it on top of the blouse. She was standing there in her bra and panties. I was able to examine her more closely. Her legs were long and shapely. Tapering thighs led to her cream coloured panties, which looked as if her bush of hair was thick. A slender waist led to her breasts, which filled her bra. Her neck was slender her face was without make up and she looked like a goddess. The film ended. She walked to the TV and turned it off. Leaving the front room she switched the light off and closed the door. My heart sank she was gone. Getting ready to go back to my room I saw a light go on at the side. Moving slowly I maneuvered my self into position to get a better look. It was the bathroom. Damn! The windows were frosted glass. As if someone had answered my prayers the window opened. A cloud of steam escaped; she was taking a bath. I prayed the window would stay opened so that when the steam escaped I would be able to see. It did. My prick was hard as I saw her starting to disrobe. First the bra. WOW! Her breasts were big but firm no sign of sagging and her nipples were small. Then her panties. I was right -- her bush seemed to cover from her belly button to the lips of her pussy. I was in heaven. Watching her doing what we all do naturally in the privacy of our own homes. But I was getting a sexual thrill from watching The gap of the window was only 2" but if I moved slightly I could see her in the bath. She was soaping her breasts. Small circular movements over and around them made her nipples become larger as the washcloth brushed over them. After a while she stood up and using the shower attachment washed her hair. The soap cascaded over her breasts and fell like a waterfall off her nipples. Rinsing the soap of her body she plowed the wash cloth between her thighs. Rubbing her pussy with the soap and using her fingers to clean in all the crevices. Her fingers started slowly but increased as she turned herself on with the creamy lather. Propping herself up with one hand on the wall she raised one leg to the top of the bath to gain better entry for her fingers. Her bush was covered with soap as her fingers darted into her slippery love channel. Placing her finger on her clit she increased the speed and soon her body responded with a shuddering climax. I came with her. My sperm hitting the grassy bank as her orgasm exploded. She stood for a while to regain her breath. My prick had not gone soft to my amazement. But stood in the night air proudly. Sue eventually showered the soap off her sexy body and placed a large bath towel around her perfect figure and left the bathroom. I continued to watch Sue always careful to protect myself from discovery. This has been a fantasy, and is fictional. Rabbit108@hotmail. This story is part of White_Shadow's_Nasty_Stories. You may also want to visit: * Erotic_Top_100_Story_Sites * Sexy_Top_100_Stories