I got to watch a stud jerk off for the first time. He had shorts on but that did not stop me from cumming, three times!
I worked at a local motel as a maid. My options for employment were limited as I was too young to drive at the time. If I wanted anything other than hand me downs as clothes, if I wanted to go to a movie, or even to pay for my data plan, I had to work for it. The work wasn't hard. The same type of chores I did at home for nothing. Plus it got me out of the house, and on my own, which is fun, as you will see. The folks who owned the place were nice, and they were flexible on my weekday hours when we were less busy.
They paid me by the room so if I worked hard I could make a lot of money when they were busy. The other maids preferred not to do more rooms if it was busy. If folks were staying more than a day I tried to get assigned to those rooms, the clean up standards were less. We just made the bed instead of stripping it every day for example. It left time to do towel sculptures and make an impression. I always left a note telling a little about myself and asked in a round about way for a tip, and that if they liked the work I did, to tell the owners and to request me if they were coming back. As long as it's not overt the owners are ok with that. Sometimes they wrote a note back, I frequently got tips, and the owners think I walked on water, So all was good.
In that short summer I got a real education. Some folks are real pigs. I found many a used condom stripping the bed; some guys would leave their crusty cum soaked tissues on the bed stand. That is just gross guys. Don't Do It. Many a time folks would pull the nude surprise thing, faking just having woken up when I come to clean. I make it a point to make contact with them later and suggest once is an accident twice is molestation, all with a smile and a tisk tisk half teasing tone. They get the message.
Occasionally it was a young hunky salesman that I wouldn't mind seeing but I was 14!!! What were they thinking? What did turn me on was covert evidence of a love fest, empty wine bottle glass with lipstick on the glasses. Especially if it was Mr. & Mrs., that's just hot. I like when the bed that looks there was a wrestling match. Spent bottles of lube, or other stuff like that.
A couple of weeks into the job I ran across a room like that. They left behind a bottle of lube, it was under the duvet. I had found the box in the trash and had read it completely before I even found the bottle. More than half of it was left.
It was a weekday and this was my last room. They had a late check out, I stayed to handle it. It made me soo horny imagining what this lube would feel like. I had to masturbate. At home I share a room with three sisters. No privacy there, but I know the order that rooms are assigned. I clocked out and went to a third floor room that over looked the pool. I had thought about doing this before but did not have the courage. This find and more than a week since a good cum, had me itching. I set up a chair so I could look down on the pool, if some one looked up all they would see is my head.
I pulled down my jeans. They literally had a dark spot and my panties were soaked. I applied a few drops right on my erect clit. I dipped in two fingers for some lube, as I did so, some came dripping out and ran down to my ass, good thing I had a towel on the chair. I have never been so wet. Ben (19) the lifeguard was in just shorts with his shirt off. He was slick with sweat, it was a hot day and he was working hard vacuuming the pool. Ben and I started the same day, and he was flirting with me but, we never worked the same hours, this day was a real treat. I let the stuff sit on my clit for a few seconds expecting it to make me orgasm without touching myself. Other than feeling a little cool I felt nothing different. I started to masturbate in earnest. Ben, as he finished vacuuming was putting away the vac. His shorts started to fall down. You know how boys wear their shorts. He waited until he had the vac away before hiking them up. He ass looked so sexy. He then went back to a table and sat down with his smart phone. He queued up some porn. I could not tell exactly what it was but the flesh tones and rhythmic motion left no doubt. He looked around, no one was out by the pool. He slipped his hand in his pocket. There was no doubt the effect it was having on him. He had a serious tent going. That would not have been evident to someone coming into the pool area, my birds eye view left no doubt.
Just then I felt a warmth roll over my pussy. I felt like the heat your lips feel when sucking on a cinnamon stick it felt delightful. I rubbed faster and harder. Ben lost all pretence that he was not whacking, I matched the rhythm of my hand to his, in my minds eye he was jilling me. As the orgasm began to build I knew it was going to be a whopper. I threw my head back and went for it. As it washed over me I screamed a little. I sprung to consciousness and looked to see if Ben had heard me. He gave no indication, he just kept jacking. It occurred to me he had the better job (being paid to jerk off) The warmth of the clitoral treatment did not subside, so as I watched him I casually continued to diddle my clit. I have never had more than one in a day, but it was clear the build up was well under way. His phone had a close up of a girl doing the same to her clit as I was doing to mine. Now in my imagination he was watching me. I came again and this time I held my breath so as not to scream, I could not imagine it but it was bigger than the first one! As I sat there panting I looked down to see Ben's Legs stiffen and his hand stop pumping. He rolled his head back and it seemed he was looking right at me. I nearly melted.
I straightened myself and the room. As I left for the day I told Ben I like working late, the activity at the pool is a lot more interesting in the afternoon. I sure got him wondering. I went home and had to change my pants. Perhaps I'll write about some of my other masturbation adventures at work. I kept the lube there, I would hate explaining that to my mom.