Simon is annoyed and impatient, as he gets out of the car, leaving Sarah in the passenger seat. He walks over the forecourt and looks into a small kiosk. It’s empty. He then heads over to a bigger building, with a sliding-door for vehicle access, situated at the back of the yard. The entry-door, at the side of this building is marked PRIVATE. He knocks, but there is no response, and so he carries on wandering around. He passes a little scooter that is sitting on a stand next to a low wall.
The sky is now turning grey, and the wind is picking up, blowing his fine hair about his face. He tucks his hands into his trouser pockets to keep them warm.
As he steps around a huge puddle, Simon spots a small window, with a light on inside. He heads over and stands just a few feet away. The grimy window comprises of six square panels of tired and aged frosted glass. There is movement behind the glass; someone is swishing about. He gets closer, and peers through a small crack. His eyes widen. Looking back, over his shoulder, he checks that Sarah can’t actually see him standing there, and what he might be up to.
Through the crack, there is a young woman, with long black hair, standing in her underwear. She has taken off her skirt and blouse and is now only wearing a white bra and matching pants. It appears that this is a bathroom and changing-room, and Simon is surreptitiously viewing an attractive lady getting dressed. The woman is casually putting on her uniform, totally unaware of his eager eyes watching her every move. As she buttons up the front of her overall, her ample breasts push up, out of the top of her bra. Simon gasps with arousal as the girl bends over to put on her shoes.
