Pee-roast
I told this in the Voyeurism QotW, but it seems to fit in here as well.

During my long, long postgrad years, I was a supervisor in student accommodation at Bunglingham university. One advantage of this was that, if we were doing the job for several years, we got accommodation free over the summer.

Now, between A-level results and freshers’ week, we used to get families coming along to the site to check out potential accommodation. One fine, late August afternoon, I was at my desk, writing and intermittently gazing out of the window, watching one such family: Mum, Dad and rather attractive blonde daughter.

The block of flats opposite my window, just across the lawn, was next to the bike sheds and laundry block, and there was a secluded alley between them. The family was clearly unaware that there was anyone living on the site at all: I’m sure of this because I happened to look up just in time to see the rather attractive daughter pulling down her jeans, leaning against the wall of the flats for support, and taking a pee.

Some people would pay money for that kind of show. It’s not my thing, though, and were the story to end there, I would probably feel a bit bad about having seen what I did.

But there was more: behind the daughter, the mother was doing the same thing. And behind the mother, the father.

I admire close families… but mass micturation?

*shudders*

Length? No idea. Blonde daughter’s head obscured the view.
( Enzyme is powered by sunlight, Wed 3 Jun 2009, 15:36, 2 replies)

Still good.
Still weird.
Still gets a click.
( Cawl, Wed 3 Jun 2009, 16:03, closed)

Ta!

( Enzyme is powered by sunlight, Wed 3 Jun 2009, 16:28, closed)