As I watched her, she switched hands between her legs, the fingers of her left hand moving up to her breast, quickly pulling aside the cup of her bra and releasing her tit to the air, fingers feeling to stroke and tease and pull gently at the nipple.
Still with her eyes closed, her torso leaning against the wall and her head bowed slightly as if in silent prayer, her right hand was starting to move faster between her thighs. Even from this distance, I could smell the scent of her.
I was awestruck for certain, astounded and shocked and obviously turned on. I mean, who wouldn't be, when confronted with this sight? The door I'd just opened was supposed to be for a closet where cleaning supplies are kept, though it's position at the far end of the virtually deserted top floor obviously put it in people's minds for other reasons - such as the cute blonde doctor masturbating. Anxious not to interrupt her, I pulled the door closed - well, almost closed.
Can you blame me if I wanted to watch a little more?
Blonde doctor (who of course has a name though I rarely bother to learn them) dipped her hand further down between her thighs, adjusted her stance a little by spreading her legs, and her head came up and back as she moaned quietly. Her finger, deep inside her, withdrew and must have been trailed back up to her clit, and I saw her breath catch in her throat as she hit the pleasure button, exhale sharply, then start all over again by dipping down and in, then out and up.
My position wasn't great, as I couldn't see everything she was doing, but my cock was growing harder.
She started picking up the pace, fingers moving faster, flicking and pulling her nipple harder, stroking quickly between her legs. Her breath was becoming ragged and her rhythm seemed to slip and her hand fumbled as she got closer to coming. She tried to keep the pace up and soon started coming. She buckled forward, trapping her own hand hard between her thighs, and I could see her face spasming as she tried to silently ride the orgasm, her hips automatically thrusting. She let out a faint groan that sounded like it had been torn from deep inside her, then slumped against the wall.
I figured it would only be a few seconds until she turned around, so I closed the door fully; these doctors work hard with barely a minute's rest. No doubt she'd risked it to come up here and bring herself off, but at least I got a bit of a show.
A noise trilled, and we both recognised the sound of a pager going off. I ducked into the nearest room - empty, as most of this floor was, and seconds later saw her race past to the nearest stairwell.
The slam of the stairwell door was proof she was gone, and I took the opportunity to check out the supply closet.
The smell was unmistakable - hot, wet pussy, which just made the throbbing of my cock that much stronger. In fact that it's position in my pants was getting a little painful. I ducked a hand in to reposition myself - and OK, I'll admit it, have a tug, but before I could get any steam up I got a call over my two-way.
'We need a cleanup in radiology.'
My boss. I stuffed my cock back in my pants and grabbed the mic.
'OK, just getting some supplies. I'll be down in two.'
I sighed and collected the gear I needed and made my way back to my cleaning cart, then headed down the elevator. It may not be the world's greatest job, cleaning up in a hospital, but radiology is where I make sure they get the best service. Cancer patients have enough to get on with without worrying that they just vomited on the floor.
A hospital is a busy place, except for when it isn't. Everyone would understand that party nights and weekends are the busy times. Car accidents around peak hour, sports injuries Sat/Sun. I caught sight of blonde doctor a couple of times, tried to catch her eye and smile at her, but they're a busy lot. For a few weeks I tried to see if there was some regularity to her visits to the top floor, but couldn't see it. Once or twice I thought she had a bit of a flush on her cheeks as she walked away down the hall. The stairwell door was between us but I hadn't seen her exit it, nor heard the sound of it closing, so who knows if that was it.
Today was different though. I decided to top up on my supplies - you know where from, right - and as soon as I opened the door that scent was in my nose again. Damn it! If I'd been quicker, I might have been able to watch again, but she was gone - now wait a minute! I realized I'd seen blonde doctor coming in the front entrance just as I got in the elevator. No way had she been in here recently, and the freshness of that smell was proof some woman had been just here.
It occurred to me that maybe it wasn't just blonde doctor using it.
While I worked the rest of the night, I thought about this situation. If caught, maybe I'd loose my job, but there was actually a backup to that.
The next day I visited a couple of electronics stores, and purchased supplies. Though I wasn't rostered to work, I came into the hospital anyway.
Step one was to relocate the contents of the supply closet. I lugged all the chemicals and cloth and mops and buckets and disinfectants down two floors, and loaded them into a vacant room.
'What in the hell d'ya think your doing?'
It was the Chief of Staff, the head doctor but effectively my boss - everybody's boss.
'What? I'm sick of going all the way up to the top floor to get supplies whenever I need them. No-one every messes up the top floor, and this place is convenient.'
He gave me a look but I beat him to the qualifier.
'Yeah, I'll make sure I still clean the top floor every now and then, but this way I make one trip to do that, and not a dozen a week for these supplies.'
He looked around. Everything was neatly stacked and clearly labeled. The more I thought about it, the more I realized I should have done this along time ago anyway - it really was more convenient.
'Yeah, OK.' He squinted hard at me. 'You're not on the clock are you?'
'Nope. Just doing this then going home.'
He nodded.
'Right.'
Then he waddled off. Little fucker.
Back up on the top floor, I put a wedge under the stairwell door and wet-floor signs right in front of the elevator. I didn't want anyone coming to use 'my room' until I'd prepared it. It took about two hours, and at one stage I thought I heard someone rattle the stairwell door handle. I certainly heard the elevator "bing" but no-one came bothering me.
It was past my normal bed time when I finished, but that didn't matter. I closed up, removed signs and wedges and went home.
The next day was a work day, but I went no where near the top floor. I guess I was feeling a little uncertain about what I'd done, but my mind just kept coming back to blonde doctor with her hands down her pants. I was daydreaming about just that when she walked past me just as an empty stretcher being pushed passed went off course, catching her hip and spinning her back into me. I automatically grabbed her to stop her falling as her foot connected with a bucket I was using, splashing stuff on the floor.
'Oh, Shit! Sorry,' she said.
'Nope, that's OK. You hurt?' I saw her rubbing her hip, just where she took the hit.
'Oh, no, it's nothing.'
Cleaning solution had splashed over, and the floor was wet. I quickly put out a couple of wet-floor signs, and realized I had a good opportunity here.
'Uh, listen, uh - '
'Eliot,' she said.
'Uh - '. Jeez -who'd be so cruel as to name a girl -
'Yeah, long story.' She shook her head. 'My father wanted a boy.'
'Uh, OK, I guess. Can you just wait here a second while I go and get - oh, no, that's right! We moved all the cleaning supplies down to this floor, and I don't have to go all the way up to the top floor to re-stock.' I waved her away. 'It's OK, doc. I hope your hip's alright.'
So now she knew that the supply closet was vacant. It wasn't actually, because of the extras I'd put there, but it was a hell of a lot better than before.
At the end of my shift I quietly checked the supply closet, retrieved my items and went home.
The video camera I had plugged in, and I quickly realized my first mistake. I had hours and hours of nothing except the mostly empty shelves, the old blankets and sheets I'd "stored" there and a hidden camera that feed to the video camera - no one came to the room, aside from me setting it up. I realized I needed a motion sensor to turn the camera on only when there was someone inside.
So, day two started, after I invested another hundred bucks. I was beginning to feel stupid, worried I'd been splashing out hard earned cash, but I figured I need to at least see this through. If I didn't get anything in a week, I'd sell the equipment on eBay and take the loss.
For four days, I had nothing. Not one visitor to the room. Maybe it was a once-off for blonde doctor (yeah, I know her name's Eliot, but I like "blonde doctor") and for whomever also used it that other time. Damn it, I'd just have to accept it. I'd had an interesting sight one day, with nice memories to keep me warm (and hard), but obviously that was it.
Day Five.
Oh. My. God.
Eliot used it today. Three times. I can't believe this woman!!
OK, I shouldn't get too excited.
The video worked perfectly. Only a second or two of the door opening was missed as the motion-sensing thingy went into action, but there she was wearing light green scrubs, the blonde hair with annoying bangs, eyes with extra mascara she's so smoking hot just to look at, I'm hard just thinking about it.
And there she was, ready for it. It was a quick wank with no preliminaries; hand down pants, fingers rubbing swiftly, no tit action but inside of two minutes she came on her hand and looked a whole lot more relaxed walking out than when she'd walked in.
The second time was about three hours later. Again a quick one, though she played with her breasts a little. I liked to see her get down to action so quickly.
I was astonished to see her in there less than an hour later. Maybe all this wanking was just making her hornier, because this time she partially stripped. The scrub pants went down to her ankles, her white undies to her knees, and for the first time I could see her fingers and hand working through her natural - and wasn't that a surprise - blonde pubes. The bad news was that after five minutes into this, her pager went off. For a second she clearly considered ignoring it, as she had that flushed look to her face that meant she wasn't far off orgasm, but she's a dedicated doc and stopped playing with herself so she could go save someone's life - or drain some loser's boil; you never know.
I watched those three scenes for more than few hours, eventually masturbating to the final scene just before her pager went off.
Day Twenty.
OK, so I've got a bit of a pattern now. It's only about every three days or so, and usually just the one wank, quickly. Occasionally it does make her come back for more. She pressed for time though, always busy, but I wish there was some way I could get her to spend a little more time doing this. It's kind of a guy thing, to wank so quickly.
