Toilet service

Many years ago in my mid 20s. I was on a job that entailed a lot of travel. Inevitably I woul end up stopping at the services along the way for comfort break and to stretch the legs. One particular trip I stopped at a small layby toilet in the countryside. There was one other parked car but all seemed normal. I went in for a pee. The usual quite still air and smell of those chlorine cubes in the tray filled the air. However, I had the sense that something or someone was also in the row of cubicles. I could here whispers and evidently people trying to be quite. I stopped intrigued and listened. No mistaking it. Someone more than one person was in the stall that was locked. My heart started to race and mind lept. Had I walked in on something. I proceeded to use the tray whilst listening intently. The silence must have got too much and whack the bolt came across and out walked a chap about 6ft 3 skin head, with what was evidently a semi and a large one at that. He walked over to the tray shook it and looked at me. Without saying a word he tucked it in and spun around to leave. I finished and tucked in ready to head back to the car. When out of the same trap stood a rather older man. Wearing lippy high heels, basque and purple garter and suspenders. I was gobsmacked ! I wasn't sure who was more surprised, well let's reframe that. Obviously me! I sort of stuttered and just walked out as I did not taking my eyes off her/him. She just simply very coily retreated back into the stall having given me an eyeful.
Jesus, what had I just stumbled upon! I mean I sat in the car totally head scrambled with the world of possibilities I had just walked in on. Now I wasn't no angel, I obviously knew these places existed and was pretty familiar with the concept of dressing up. But to see it there standing Infront of me in a publice space was a shock....but I also quickly realised a complete turn on. I waited a while to get her my thoughts. My instincts said drive on. The other half said go in there and I do not know what but go in there.
Sure enough I drove off .
All I could think about during that week was what I had seen. I beat off regualarly over the scene before my eyes only this time I went in that stall and rammed my meat home into every hole of that chick. I knew as the week passed I would drive back there and was full of regret that I hadn't taken my maybe one and only chance. I didn't help that as I went about work and pulling up I to services I started paying attention to all the graffiti on the walls. Jeez. Numbers, ' come screw me' 'bjs' etc all advertised by men that were clearly giving out.
What a world was unfolding before me. I was always horny and had always had a trysexual nature. Little did I know then what chain of events this incident would lead to. How it had awoken something deep in me. The need to dominate and screw and control.
To be continued