My name is Carly. I am 14 years old and as a summer job, I had been cleaning the offices in this building for the last three months. The money was ok and the work wasn’t too bad . . . wiping the desks, cleaning the cups, vacuuming the floors, cleaning the bathrooms, etc.
The people are fine, and most of them have gone home by the time I arrive, so I generally get left alone and usually do things my own way. I have to wear a uniform but I take off my shoes and walk around barefoot. By the time I get around to the end of my shift, everyone has left so it starts to get real quiet.
The last job on the list . . . and the worst part . . . is cleaning the bathrooms (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 bathrooms and was just putting the last of the cups away, as well as taking down the ‘wet floor’ signs and then it’s time to go home. The signs were holding the toilet doors open . . . to let a breeze through to let them dry. I stopped just as I got to the first gents door, and listened, and I knew there was definitely someone inside, as I could hear them taking a pee.
I waited, but he seemed to be peeing forever . . . 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, and hopefully embarrassment would keep him a bit cleaner.
He had stopped peeing, so I got my courage up and walked in. As I walked round the second door, I saw him at the first urinal, with his back to me. I stopped dead in my tracks, and I was right . . . he had stopped having a pee, but by the looks of his hand . . . he was either giving it a really good shake . . . or he was jerking off!
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 my bare feet on a tiled floor. I had not made a sound and I felt a rush of heat spread across my chest . . . causing my nipples to become stiff. I began to feel conscious of my blushing. Here was a very handsome young man (maybe 22), 10 feet in front of me, having a wank.
I thought 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 although his belt was still fastened, the area above his cock was recently shaved, making him look even younger than he was. I couldn’t help looking at his cock . . . my eyes just focused on 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 have only touched one stiff cock outside of his jeans but nothing the size of this guys. It looked more like 7 or 8 inches, and 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 above his cock, 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 next. 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 this sort of thing in public . . . I just . . . well . . . needed
to . . .” and his voice trailed off. I stared at him . . . the bulge still evident in his
pants . . . although not as big. He gave a nervous laugh.
“Hey, I suppose you must walk in on this sort of thing all the time. . . just part of the job . . . eh?” What a nerd I must have seemed . . . just standing there with my mouth wide open.
“Um . . .once or twice . . . but I’ve never seen a bald guy . . . I mean around your thing . . . before,” I remarked, but then I knew I had added too much information in my response. His voice went quiet . . . as he almost whispered:
“Oh . . . err . . . yes. Look, don’t tell anyone, I mean . . . if anyone knew, I’d end up in big trouble. It was my girlfriend’s idea . . . I don’t like it much myself.” There was a moments silence, as I spoke louder:
“Well from what I saw . . . it looked very nice and clean,” I said. He stood there a moment wondering what to say next.
“My girlfriend shaves her pussy as well, but I prefer hair myself, it’s more natural. How about you . . . have you ever shaved down below?” 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 before?” he asked. I shook my head, and he responded by putting his hand in his back pocket and getting out a picture.
“This is what I was jerking off over,” he admitted. 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 wide open . . . and a dildo up her perfectly shaved pubic mound. I involuntarily let out a gasp. It looked very naughty. The shape of the dildo was obviously patterned after a guy’s cock . . . which got me strangely aroused . . . since I’ve always wanted to try one in my pussy. The thought of it buzzing, almost gets me off just thinking about it!
“Would you like to see some more?” he asked, now focusing on my stiff nipples that were within a few inches of his gaze.
“You have more on you?” I said.
He produced two more pictures . . . one with the girl on her knees giving him a blowjob, and one with them fucking . . . his cock almost fully visible in between thrusts. I felt the warmth glow within me, as I looked at these pictures of people fucking and both of them being completely shaved. He spoke slowly . . . unsure of himself.
“Do you want to see some more pics?” he asked. I nodded my approval. He had more pictures . . . where was he hiding them? I was suddenly very stimulated at this whole situation. First . . . seeing his huge naked cock and shaved balls and all over being bare, but now getting more and more aroused looking at his lewd pictures.
“We should go in a cubicle, just in case we are not the last ones here,” he said leading me over to the closest one. At his prompt, I sat down on the toilet, as he closed the door and stood right in front of me. Very slowly he stared to undo his belt . . . then his button . . . zipper . . . and then he dropped his pants to his feet.
Oh shit I thought. He’s not going to show me pictures . . . he’s going to show me the real thing . . . up 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, as 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 and I could feel my pussy getting wet. He was SO big; he could hardly get his hand round it . . . his 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 hold it?” He stopped stroking . . . as I hesitated to answer. I certainly wanted to touch it . . . I thought. So I gently nodded and reached out my hand, but before I touched him, he asked if we could swap positions. Not thinking I nodded my head. He sat down and I stood before him, bending over to touch his cock. I grasped it . . . as the sensations of lust went through me. I had never felt this kind of sexual excitement before . . . and that ‘what if we got caught’ feeling at the same time.
I felt his hand on my chest, as he began stroking my small breasts through my overalls. I felt a cold chill over me, as I shuddered and continued to massage his cock. It was so much like a grown up version of a boy’s cock, I use to babysit . . . but so smooth and hairless. I felt his hand on me. . . oh god . . . he had undone my overall buttons . . . as it fell open. I stood there . . . with it gaping wide, allowing him to see me . . . in just my panties and bra.
His hands started to roam, over my boobs, then down slowly to my panties. His middle finger gently pressed between my legs and over my clit. I continued to
stroke his stiff cock, keeping my hand tight and getting slightly faster, but then slowing down. God this was so naughty but so very exciting! Did I want to have sex with him? No, I mustn’t . . . and I had to tell him.
“We can’t fuck!” I blurted out.
“Okay, just touching . . . it makes me even more horny, just to touch you . . . anyways.”
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 as his hand movements quickened over me. Without hesitation, he pulled my bra up exposing my small bare breasts . . . his fingers kneading my titties, pinching my nipples, oh god, what do I do when he cums?
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 panties. I leaned
forward over him, putting my hands on the wall for support. I was so aroused; I couldn’t take it anymore. I used one hand and put my fingers in the waistband of my panties and tried to pull them down. He eagerly helped and soon they were yanked down to my feet. I stepped out of them . . . spreading my legs to his advantage. Two of his fingers went immediately straight up into me, pushing in and out quickly . . . just like a cock. At the same time, he manipulated my clit with his thumb . . . driving me crazy with excitement. I started to get tense as I felt the warm glow come over me. My body began to shake with pure pleasure as I continued to stare at his long cock. He continued to eagerly . . . finger fuck me.
“OH GOD!” I felt a trickle of my juices run down my leg. I stood up straight, legs shaking, and I pulled his hand away.
“We need to switch places again,” I said. Immediately complying . . . within seconds his long cock was again within inches of my face as my bare ass touched the toilet seat. I had tossed aside the rest of my uniform and was now buck naked in front of him. I had heard from a friend that guys loved to get serviced when the girl had nothing on, so I must have looked pretty damn good right now. I reached out and circled my fingers around his shaft. There was no way I could put his entire cock in my mouth, so I wrapped my fingers from his cock base up until about the halfway point. I looked right up at him, and said:
“I just cleaned these floors and I won’t be doing it again,” and with that, I stuck out my tongue, carefully pulling down his uncircumcised tip and lathered up his cock head. Almost immediately, I covered my lips and began to give him hopefully the best blowjob he ever had. I moved my head up and down, like I had seen at a friend’s house, in a porn flick. He was quickly reaching for his shirt and then . . . tilting my head slightly upwards, I saw a big smile on his face as he zoomed in with his cell phone as my lips surrounded his cock. I didn’t know what I was doing . . . but it didn’t matter . . . as an ocean of hot cum began to fill up my mouth. His cock jerked again and again as what seemed like cups of juice sprayed the back of my throat. Slowly his cock shrank in size . . . until finally he pulled his shaft out of my lips.
We didn’t move for a moment . . . silent and still, then he looked up and said: “Did you like that?” he asked, still examining my naked body.
“Uh, huh,” I confessed, still staring at his slippery cock. All of a sudden, 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 dressed. He followed me out.
“If you want to do it again sometime, just let me know.” And then he was gone.
I stood around for a bit . . . locked up and headed home. 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. And I couldn’t wait to go home and shave my pussy!