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The Cleaner
by The Borg (the.borg@delta.qaudrant)

***

A sixteen year old girl catches a man in the loo. (M/F-
teen, voy, exh, mast)

***

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 mate's 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 director's 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 voice 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, 'Um, once or twice, but I've 
never seen a bald one before.'

 His voice went quiet, he almost whispered, 'Oh, err, 
yes. Look, don't tell anyone, I mean... if anyone knew, 
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, 'Um, 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 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, 'Uh, would you like to 
see some more?'

'You have more on you?' I said.

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 none 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's 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 mustn't.

'No sex!' I blurted out.

'Okay, just touching, it makes it better for me to touch 
you.'

I felt relief, a way to enjoy the feelings of his 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 anymore, 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.

'OH GOD!' I felt a trickle of my juices run down my leg. 
I stood up straight, legs shaking, I pulled his hand 
away.

'Ungh, 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, then he 
looked up, 'Did you like that?'

I felt different, kind of shaky, really guilty, but very 
exhilarated. I had to get out of there quickly. I left 
the cubicle and got myself ready. He followed me out, 
'If you want to do it again sometime, just let me know.' 
He said this as he walked passed and left the toilets. 

I stood around for a bit and then carried on finishing 
up the loos. Working here might not be such a bad thing 
after all, I thought to myself, I might get to like it, 
and have some fun too.

END

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

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