My name is Carly. I am 14 years old and as a summer job, I had been cleaning the office in this building for the live three calendar month. The money was ok and the work was n'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 clock time I arrive, so I generally get left alone and usually do matter my own way. I have to wear a unvarying 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 quietly.

The utmost job on the list. .. and the worst theatrical role. .. is cleaning the bathrooms ( not a squeamish job ). The charwoman 's are ok, but the men 's always smell and there 's pubic hair everywhere. I had finished cleaning the john and was just putting the last of the cups away, as well as taking down the 'wet flooring'signs and then it 's time to go base. The signs were holding the lavatory 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 mortal inside, as I could take heed 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 hold back until he had finished, bring in indisputable he knew that I was there. .. and I knew who he was, and hopefully superfluity would keep back him a bit cleaner.

He had stopped peeing, so I got my braveness up and walked in. As I walked round the indorse door, I saw him at the first urinal, with his dorsum to me. I stopped dead in my rails, and I was right. .. he had stopped having a pee, but by the flavour of his hand. .. he was either giving it a really adept shingle. .. or he was jerking off !

I stood there half expecting him to stop over 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 level. I had not made a strait and I felt a boot of warmth spreading across my dresser. .. causing my teat to become stiff. I began to find conscious of my blushing. Here was a very bounteous Whitney Moore Young Jr. man ( maybe 22 ), 10 feet in front of me, having a wank.

I thought I could n't just fend there. .. what if he turned and saw me. .. what would he think ? I decided to bequeath, but as I started to edge backwards. .. I caught the spine of my psyche on the towel dispenser.



"Ouch !"

Shit, he turned the split second the words left my lips. He stood almost facing me, his bridge player still wrapped around his hard-on. His pants were undone at the top. .. but although his belt was still fastened, the region above his cock was recently shaved, making him look even young than he was. I could n't facilitate looking at his tool. .. my heart just focused on it and would n't move on. He swore and stammered something about being good-for-naught, but no topic how hard he tried. .. he just could n't get his erecting back in.

I have only had one boyfriend before and have only touched one wet cock outside of his dungaree but zip the size of it of this guys. It looked more like 7 or 8 in, and what 's more than, he had no public hair ! I had n'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 did n't hear you come in. .. I thought you were in the kitchen, I. .. I do n't normally do this form of affair in public. .. I just. .. well. .. needed

to. .."and his voice trailed off. I stared at him. .. the swelling still evident in his

pants. .. although not as big. He gave a nervous laugh.

"Hey, I suppose you must take the air in on this variety of matter all the time. .. just part of the job. .. eh ?"What a nerd I must have seemed. .. just standing there with my mouthpiece wide open.

"Um. . .once or twice. .. but I 've never seen a bald guy. .. I mean around your affair. .. before,"I remarked, but then I knew I had added too much data in my reaction. His voice went quiet. .. as he almost whispered :

"Oh. .. err. .. yes. Look, do n't assure anyone, I mean. .. if anyone knew, I 'd end up in big trouble. It was my lady friend's idea. .. I do n't wish it a good deal myself."There was a moments secretiveness, as I spoke louder :



"well from what I saw. .. it looked very skillful and sportsmanlike,"I said. He stood there a present moment wondering what to say next.

"My girl shaves her pussycat as well, but I prefer hair myself, it 's more instinctive. How about you. .. have you ever shaved down below ?"I was gob smacked, but I could palpate my blood rushing, my heart pace increasing.

"Um, no, I have n't, but I suppose it would n't reckon too bad."He gave a slim smile.

"Have you ever seen a shaved woman before ?"he asked. I shook my forefront, and he responded by putting his hired hand in his back pouch 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 pap that were within a few inches of his regard.

"You have more on you ?"I said.

He produced two more flick. .. one with the fille on her human knee giving him a blowjob, and one with them fucking. .. his cock almost fully visible in between thrust. I felt the warmth glow within me, as I looked at these word-painting of people fucking and both of them being completely shaved. He spoke slowly. .. unsure of himself.



"Do you require to see some more film ?"he asked. I nodded my approval. He had more moving-picture show. .. where was he hiding them ? I was suddenly very stimulated at this unscathed berth. first-class honours degree. .. seeing his huge naked hammer and shaved Lucille Ball and all over being denudate, but now getting Sir Thomas More and more waken looking at his lewd pic.

"We should go in a cubicle, just in case we are not the live on 1 here,"he said leading me over to the closest one. At his command prompt, I sat down on the toilet, as he closed the door and stood right field in strawman of me. Very slowly he stared to untie his belt. .. then his button. .. zipper. .. and then he dropped his pants to his feet.

Oh shit I thought. He's not going to picture me exposure. .. he 's going to evince me the real thing. .. up close. He lifted his shirt and tied it in a knot to hold on it out of the way. His underpants were not especially aphrodisiac. .. but the erection he had underneath them. .. was. I gulped and swallowed hard, as my mouth went dry.

Slowly he started to perpetrate down his underpants, the top of them went over the straits of his erection. .. making it 'ping'into scene. Wow, it was big, and about a foot from my face, pointing straight person at me. He started to slowly stroke his shaft in strawman of me. I felt my nipples harden and I could sense my twat getting wet. He was SO big ; he could hardly get his paw unit of ammunition it. .. his motions were slow. .. but intensive.

I had never seen anyone masturbate before, fall to think of it, I do n't think I had ever seen a cock this conclude before.

"Do you want to bind it ?"He stopped stroking. .. as I hesitated to answer. I certainly wanted to affect it. .. I thought. So I gently nodded and reached out my hired man, but before I touched him, he asked if we could swap positions. Not thinking I nodded my heading. He sat down and I stood before him, bending over to tint his cock. I grasped it. .. as the sense of starve went through me. I had never felt this kind of sexual excitement before. .. and that 'what if we got caught'touch sensation at the Lapp metre.

I felt his bridge player on my chest, as he began stroking my small bosom through my boilersuit. I felt a cold chill over me, as I shuddered and continued to massage his cock. It was so a lot like a grown up reading of a boy's cock, I use to babysit. .. but so still and hairless. I felt his mitt on me. .. oh god. .. he had undone my overall clitoris. .. as it fell open. I stood there. .. with it gaping wide, allowing him to see me. .. in just my pantie and bra.

His hands started to range, over my boobs, then down slowly to my panties. His heart finger gently pressed between my legs and over my clit. I continued to

stroke his sozzled stopcock, keeping my hired man tight and getting slightly faster, but then slowing down. God this was so spicy but so very exciting ! Did I want to have sex with him ? No, I must n'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 relate you. .. anyways."

I felt substitute, a way to enjoy the opinion of his speck without the fear of getting fraught or worse. I started to wank him immobile, watching his foreskin move up and down. He was starting to breath faster as his hand campaign quickened over me. Without hesitation, he pulled my bra up exposing my belittled bare tit. .. 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 she-bop himself to a sexual climax. His other bridge player reached out and continued to stroke the movement of my step-in. I leaned

forward over him, putting my hands on the rampart for reenforcement. I was so invoke ; I could n't take it anymore. I used one script 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 human foot. I stepped out of them. .. spreading my legs to his advantage. Two of his finger's breadth went immediately straight up into me, pushing in and out quickly. .. just like a tool. At the same time, he manipulated my clit with his ovolo. .. driving me crazy with excitement. I started to get tense up as I felt the warm glow come over me. My body began to shake with pure pleasure as I continued to stare at his recollective pecker. He continued to eagerly. .. finger fuck me.

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

"We need to switch stead again,"I said. Immediately complying. .. within seconds his long pecker was again within inch of my face as my bare ass touched the lavatory seat. I had tossed aside the relaxation of my uniform and was now buck naked in front of him. I had heard from a Quaker that guys loved to get serviced when the girl had nothing on, so I must throw looked pretty damn salutary right now. I reached out and circled my fingers around his shaft. There was no way I could put his stallion rooster in my mouth, so I wrapped my fingers from his shaft 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 clapper, 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 upright blowjob he ever had. I moved my heading up and down, like I had seen at a champion's house, in a porn pic. He was quickly reaching for his shirt and then. .. tilting my headspring slightly upwardly, I saw a big smile on his grimace as he zoomed in with his cell telephone set as my sassing surrounded his cock. I didn't know what I was doing. .. but it didn't affair. .. as an ocean of hot cum began to satisfy up my lip. His shaft jerked again and again as what seemed comparable cups of succus sprayed the vertebral column of my throat. Slowly his stopcock shrank in size. .. until finally he pulled his shaft out of my sassing.

We did n't move for a bit. .. 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 rooster. All of a sudden, I felt dissimilar. .. sort of shaky, really shamefaced, but very gladdened. I had to get out of there quickly. I left the carrell 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 !