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Is She Doing What I Think She's Doing?

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Is She Doing What I Think She's Doing? by AnonymousI am an avid at-work masturbator. I've found time to masturbate at most jobs I've had and am always looking around for something to get me in the mood. At the present time, I work at a store that sells large fluffy beanbags. Much of our clientelle is families, furnishing theater rooms and whatnot. One day, a family of 5 comes in. A mom, a dad, 2 young sons, and a teenage daughter who was anywhere from 14 to 16 years old. She was short, brunette, pale skin, and a smokin' little body. Being a typical teen, she seemed disinterested in whatever the family was doing. As mom and dad looked around and asked questions, and as the boys frolicked around the store testing aout all the beanbags, the daughter just sat quietly on one of the edges of one of our sofas - probably wishing she was hanging at the mall with her friends as opposed to her lame family. They'd been in the store for some time now (15 or 20 minutes), and the parents were full of questions. As I spoke to them, it was hard to make eye contact since I couldn't help but notice their daughter slowly rocking back and forth on the beanbag. I thought little of it at first, but soon her pace became more rhythmic. Her eyes were now closed and I could clearly see that her she was breathing a little heavy. Could it be? Was this teenage girl masturbating in my store in front of everyone? As I spoke to her parents, I looked right past them, now hypnotized by the circular gyrations of her hips. Judging by the look of sheer concentration on her face, there was no doubt in my mind that she was getting herself off. I've read enough stories to know that she was probably rubbing her clit against the seam in the crotch of her low-rise jeans. By this time, I had a raging hard on. I didn't want these people to leave, but I couldn't wait for the store to empty out so I could ditch to the back room and get myself off. Then I heard it. She gasped. I looked at her. She was all flushed. Almost looked startled. Then she cracked guilty smile. She'd gotten away with it. Shortly thereafter, the family left, and I made a beeline for the stock room. I pulled my cock out, the tip glistening with pre-cum. I stood back there, masturbating with serious enthusiasm, half wishing that my replacement would come to work early and catch me (her tits are amazing). In what seemed like no time at all, I blew my load all over the floor. Unfortunately, no time for afterglow. I cleaned up, headed back out to the sales floor, and carried on - business as usual.