Storage Unit Solitude

It was time to make a trip to the storage unit to put away summer stuff and get out some winter stuff.  My storage place is one of those temperature controlled, indoor style buildings.  It is built very institutional - concrete block, steel walls, concrete floors, no decor, very cold and stark.  My storage unit is on the second floor.

It was unusually quiet there for a Saturday.  Even the on-site caretaker was gone.  As I went up the elevator and walked down the corridors, I began to get that "feeling".  You know..."total solitude", "no one around for miles" kind of feeling.  I also began remembering unusual places I've found to masturbate...vacant buildings, remote woods, etc.

After I unlocked the storage door, I began wondering if I was the only one in the entire building.  I was thinking "a guy could have total privacy here, at least for a while".  I stopped what I was doing and listened carefully.  There were no sounds of anyone else in the building.  

I began rubbing my crotch through the fabric of my jeans, enjoying the growing bulge in my pants.  I began wondering how many others may have seized the opportunity for a quick solo session in this building.  The thought of a woman with her hand down her pants, desperate to rub one out while alone in her storage unit was very exciting.  Then I decided to go for it.  I unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans just enough to let my hand caress my erection through my underwear.  It felt delicious!  I realized that I could hear the elevator operate if someone was approaching, so I got more daring.  I pushed my jeans and underwear half-way down my thighs and gave my exposed, erect penis a good, slow stroking.  

I leaned back against the wall of the storage unit and closed my eyes while my hand increased in speed.  Once in a while I could hear the wind on the steel roof, or the creak of the building, weird but I knew I was safe.  Then the motion sensor lights automatically shut off!  This only made me hornier.  The more I stroked, the better it felt, in the dimly lit space.

I would speed up and slow down enjoying the increasing pleasure between my legs.   It wasn't long before a drop of pre-cum oozed out and I knew it wouldn't be much longer.  God it felt good and naughty!  When I felt my orgasm rising, I didn't hold back.  I firmly gripped my throbbing cock and stroked even faster.  Then it hit me. I came so hard my knees buckled.  The spasms seem to go on and on.  Mmmmm so good!

After I cleaned up and "put away my equipment", I loaded up the winter stuff I needed.  I then heard the sound of the elevator.  It gave me a little thrill to think I was cutting it that close.  As I left, I passed by an overweight, mid-aged woman and smiled to myself.  She had no idea what I had just been up to a few feet away.