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I Was a Locker Room Cleaning Lady

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As a cleaning lady at a private health club, it was my job to clean the men's locker room after closing. I never walked in unannounced, just in case some old guy was slow getting dressed. My usual routine was to poke my head in the door, call out 'cleaning lady!', then wait a few moments-if I got no response, then I went on in. One night after going though this routine, I went into the locker room with the intention of cleaning the showers, which are communal and separated from the main locker room by a narrow hall. I heard the sound of water running, but I just supposed someone had left the shower running, as this had happened a time or two before. I made my way down the narrow hall, then froze halfway down.

There, standing under a hot, steaming spray of water, was a guy 'taking care of business.' Yes, you guessed it, he was completely naked, holding his hard dick in his hand, and stroking it for all he was worth. My first instinct was to turn and run, but my curiosity got the better of me. He was in his mid 30s and in decent shape, and his cock was average size, probably 5 1/2 or 6 inches long, but that's more than enough equipment in my book to get the job done. My heart was pounding, I could feel my ears and face growing red, and my whole body trembled, yet I stayed. He grunted loudly as he came, and I quickly turned and fled back down the hall, trying not make any noise, hoping like hell he hadn't seen me. I stayed out of the locker room until I saw him leave the club, and then went back and cleaned the showers. There was no sign of cum on the floor, so it must have washed down the drain as he finished his shower.

A week or so later, we ran into each other again one night in the lobby around closing, though this time he was fully dressed. I blushed furiously when I recognized him, and he seemed embarrassed too, but said he was sorry if he had embarrassed me the other day. I said it was OK, not to worry about it. There was an awkward moment of silence between us, and then he said goodbye and we went our separate ways.

I couldn't stop thinking about him, and began to hope I would see him again. We did see each other in passing a few times, made some embarrassed but significant eye contact, and said 'hi,' but that was all that happened. Maybe he thought I would think he was harassing me if he tried to follow up on it, but he seemed also to be giving me an opportunity, as he usually stayed right up until closing time. One night I saw my chance, as the one remaining staffer was anxious to leave for a date, so I told her to leave early, leaving just him and me alone. I locked the doors, as I usually do, and made my way to the locker room. 'Cleaning lady!' I announced, and heard an 'OK, I'm dressed in answer.'

I entered and we looked at each other for an embarrassed moment, and then I mumbled, 'Could I see it again?' He seemed surprised, then unsure, but finally said sure. 'No one else is here,' I said. 'And I locked the doors.' Perhaps this was a risky thing to do, admitting to a man I hardly knew that we were alone in a locked building, but this seemed more of a date situation at this point, as we had been noticing each other all week. After a moment's hesitation, he began getting undressed, carefully folding each item of clothing and placing it back in his locker as if he had just arrived. Finally, he stood there naked with his dick totally hard and at attention. My heart was beating a mile a minute and my ears were burning and I was a bit scared. I said, 'How about over there,' and pointed to the urinal. He stood there in front of the urinal, jacking off as I watched. It was such a turn on, watching him from the side, seeing his butt and leg muscles flex as he jerked off, watching the way his dick stuck out when seen in profile, the way he rocked onto his toes as he came closer to cumming. He came with a powerful grunt, squirted long streams of cum into the urinal. He was about a foot from the urinal, but most of his cum made it inside, except for the last squirt, which dribbled on the front edge of the urinal and dripped onto the floor.

'You want to have a turn?' he asked when he was done, breathing a bit heavily from his exertion. Watching him masturbate was such a hot sight and I was really turned on, but I said, 'How about a drink when I finish my shift?' I asked. 'Sure,' he agreed. I watched him take a shower then, and later we went out for drinks. We had a good time but went home separately after exchanging phone numbers. I think we will definitely see each other again.



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