From The.Borg@Delta.Qaudrant Fri Aug 15 10:19:46 1997
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: New Story, Cleaner (16 year old girl catches man in loo's, f/m/masturbation, 1/1)
From: "The Borg" <The.Borg@Delta.Qaudrant>
Date: 15 Aug 1997 14:19:46 GMT
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The Cleaner (f/m, masturbating) . By The Borg

I had been cleaning the offices for the last three months, the money was ok
and the work wasn't too bad, wipe the desks, clean the cups, vac the
floors, clean the loo's etc. I got the job from my mates dad, I couldn't
find a job after I had left school and my mate told me to apply. Well at
16, 4 grades to my name, I wasn't going to get offered a directors job. The
people are fine, most have left by the time I arrive so I generally get
left alone so I can do things my way, I have to wear the uniform but I take
off my shoes and walk around barefoot. By the time I get round to the end
of my shift, everyone has left so it starts to get real quiet, time to race
round and get it all done so I can get home. Last on my job list and the
worst part is cleaning the loo's (not a nice job), the women's are ok, but
the men's always smell and there's pubic hair everywhere.

I had finished cleaning the loos and was just putting the last of the cups
away, one last job to do, tidy the 'wet floor' signs away and then it's off
home. The signs were holding the toilet doors open to let a breeze through
to get them dry. I stopped just as I got to the first gents door, I
listened, there was definitely someone in, I could hear them having a piss.
Typical, I spend half an hour cleaning them, and some bastard pisses on it
and leaves half a ton of pubic hair all over the place. I waited, but he
seemed to be pissing for England, god, he must have needed that. I decided
that if I was going to avoid re-cleaning the urinals I would wait until he
had finished, make sure he knew that I was there and I knew who he was,
hopefully embarrassment would keep him a bit cleaner.

He had stopped pissing, so I got my courage up and walked in. As I walked
round the second door, I saw him at the first urinal, back to me, he was
still there, I stopped dead in my tracks, I was right, he had stopped
having a piss, but by the looks of his hand he was either giving it a
really good shake or he was having a wank!. I stood there half expecting
him to stop and say 'oh sorry' and leave, but he just carried on, he had no
idea I was there, with bare feet on a tiled floor, I had not made a sound.
I felt a rush of heat spread from my chest outwards, I began to feel
conscious of blushing. Here was a man, 10 feet in front of me, having a
wank. 

I couldn't just stand there, what if he turned and saw me, what would he
think. I decided to leave, but as I started to edge backwards I caught the
back of my head on the towel dispenser, 'ouch'. Shit, he turned the instant
the words left my lips. He stood almost facing me, his hand still wrapped
around his hard on, his pants were undone at the top but his belt was still
fastened. I couldn't help looking at his cock, my eyes just found it and
wouldn't move on. He swore and stammered something about being sorry, but
no matter how hard he tried he just couldn't get his erection back in. I
have only had one boyfriend before, and although we had sex, it had not
been that good, I suppose because he was not that big (about 5 inches), but
this man was more like 7 or 8 inches, what's more, he had no public hair. I
hadn't noticed at first, it just hit me that there was not all that pubic
hair to clog up the urinals, he was bald as a young boy, but boy was he
big. 

He turned away and undid his belt, I just stood there shaking wondering
what I should do. He tidied himself up and turned back around. 'I'm sorry,
I didn't hear you come in, I thought you were in the kitchen, I, I don't
normally do that sort of thing, I just, well, needed to...', his voiced
trailed off. I stared at him, the bulge was still evident in his pants,
although not as big. He gave a nervous laugh 'Hah, I suppose you must walk
in on this sort of thing all the time, just part of the job ehh?'. At last
I spoke, what a nerd I must have seemed, just standing there mouth open,
'once or twice, but I've never seen a bald one before'.  His voice went
quiet, he almost whispered 'oh, er, yes, look, don't tell anyone, I mean,
if anyone new, I'd end up a laughing stock, it was my girlfriends idea, I
don't like it much myself'. There was a moments silence, I spoke louder
'well from what I saw it looked very nice, clean.'. He stood there a moment
wondering what to say next, the pause ended, 'My girlfriend shaves as well,
but I prefer hair myself, it's more normal, sort of natural, have you ever
shaved?'. I was gob smacked, but I could feel my blood rushing, my heart
rate increasing, 'no, I haven't, but I suppose it wouldn't look too bad'.
He gave a slight smile, 'Have you ever seen a shaved woman?', I shook my
head, he responded by putting his hand in back pocket and getting out a
Polaroid picture, 'this is what I was wanking over', he shakily handed it
over as if I might scream and run off, I took it off him and looked. It was
a close up shot of his girlfriend (I assumed), she was lying on her back,
legs spread, a dildo up her and a perfectly shaved pubic mound. I
involuntarily let out a gasp, it looked nice, more over the dildo looked
nice, I have never used one but have always wanted to try it. I was broken
from my thoughts, 'would you like to see some more?', 'you have more on
you?'. He produced two more pictures, one with her on her knees giving him
a blowjob, and one of the them fucking, her sat on him. I felt the warmth
glow within me, looking at these pictures of people fucking, both shaved.
He spoke slowly, unsure of himself, 'Do you want to see me some more?', I
nodded, he had more pictures?, I was just being carried away, but my
emotion was overriding everything, I felt in a daze, as if non of it was
real. 'We should go in a cubicle, just in case we are not the last ones
here.'.

At his prompt I sat down on the loo, he closed the door and stood before
me. How many pictures did he have?, Very slowly he stared to undo his belt,
then his button, zip, and he dropped his pants to his feet. Oh shit, not
pictures, he is going to show me the real thing, this close. He lifted his
shirt and tied it in a knot to keep it out of the way. His underpants were
not especially sexy, but the hard on he had underneath them was. I gulped
and swallowed hard, my mouth went dry. Slowly he started to pull down his
underpants, the top of them went over the head of his erection making it
'ping' into view. Wow, it was big, and about a foot from my face, pointing
straight at me. He started to slowly stroke his cock in front of me, I felt
my nipples harden, I could feel my cunt getting wet, he was so big, he
could hardly get his hand round it, the motions were slow but intensive, I
had never seen anyone masturbate before, come to think of it, I don't think
I had ever seen a cock this close before. 'Do you want to touch?', he
stopped stroking, I hesitated, I wanted to touch it, I gently nodded and
reached out my hand, before I touched him, he asked if we could swap
positions, he sat down and I stood before him, bending over to touch his
cock. I grasped it, the sensations of lust went through me, I had never
felt this kind of sexual excitement and that 'what if we are caught'
feeling. I felt his hand on my chest, he started stroking my small breasts
through my overalls. I felt a cold chill over me, shuddered and continue to
massage his cock, it was so much like a grown up version of a boys cock, so
smooth and hairless. I felt his hand, oh god, he had undone my overall
buttons, it fell open, I stood there with it gaping open, he could see me
in just my knickers and bra. His hands started to roam, over my boobs, down
slowly to my knickers, his finger roughly pressed between my legs and over
my clit through my knickers. I continued to stroke him, keeping my hand
tight and getting slightly faster, then slowing down, God this was good

Did I want to have sex with him?, no I mustn't, 'no sex' I blurted out,
'okay, just touching'. I felt relief, a way to enjoy the feelings of this
touch without the fear of getting pregnant or worse. I started to wank him
faster, watching his foreskin move up and down, he was starting to breath
faster, his hand movements quickened over me, he pulled my bra up exposing
my breasts, his fingers kneaded my boobs, pinching my nipples, oh god, what
do I do when he cums?. I looked at him, he reached over and got some toilet
paper, 'stop', I let go, my hand just carried on the upward motion. I stood
in front of him as he started to wank himself to a climax, his other hand
reached out and continued to stroke the front of my knickers, I leaned
forward over him, putting my hands on the wall for support. I couldn't take
any more, I used one hand, put my fingers in the waistband and tried to
pull them down, he helped and my knickers were pulled down to my feet, I
stepped out of them, spreading my legs a little as I did so. Two of his
fingers went straight up me, pushing up and pulling down fast, I started to
get tense, I felt the warm glow come over me and started to shake as I
came. He continued to finger fuck me, 'ooohhh goddd', I felt a trickle of
my juices run down my leg. I stood up straight, legs shaking , I took his
hand and pulled it away, 'here I cum', he held the toilet paper in front of
him. His hand slowed down, he paused for a moment, then a giant squirt of
sperm erupted out, he caught it with the paper, then another spurt, and
another. He stopped, holding the tissue to the end of his cock. We didn't
move for a moment, silent and still, he looked up 'did you like that?'.

I felt different, kind of shaky, guilty, but very exhilarated. I had to get
out quickly, I left the cubicle and got ready. He followed me out, 'if you
want to do it again sometime, just ask me', he walked passed and left the
toilets. I stood around for a moment and then carried on finishing up the
loos. Working here might not be such a bad thing after all, I might get to
like it, and have some fun in the meantime.

The Borg