My name is John. I work for a cleaning company that services Phoenix International Airport. My job title is something like Facility Maintenance and Cleaning Technician, but really I'm a janitor. I work the grave shift at PHX. Cleaning up the waiting areas and bathrooms, restocking the paper supplies and that kinda stuff, basically a really boring job. Usually I'm teamed up with Maria, a really nice 42 year old mother of 3, but she came down with flu and called in sick tonight. So I'm flying solo tonight and really not looking forward to a night that I have to do the work of two people all by myself.
I had started with the usual stuff, vacuuming up the waiting area and doing a trash sweep. Then i started working thru the 8 sets of bathrooms i needed to clean. Normally Maria would clean the woman's bathrooms, and I would do the mens. But flying solo tonight I just had to yell as I was walking in, hoping I wasn't disturbing some poor lady. I was walking into my 3rd woman's bathroom, yelling as I went. No responses so I pulled my cart in to block the door and started cleaning and restocking. I was just about done with the front half of the restroom, when I heard one of the stall doors slam in the back room of stalls. I didn't think anything of it, so used to having Maria in there with me. But after a little bit I heard a soft moan come from in there. I wasn't sure I had actually heard what I thought I heard. So I started walking back into the backroom hoping there wasn't some unsuspecting female that I was about to scare the wits out of.
As I entered the backroom, there was no doubt what I was hearing. I could hear a woman moaning softly. I could hear a strain in her voice that sent a tingle down my spine and made my dick start to swell. It sounded like she was getting herself off! Forgetting my warning calls I walked down the row, I could see her feet in the very end stall. As I got closer, her moans were growing louder, more intense. I was right, she was in there alone, and having a really good time of it. I silently walked down the aisle, until I could just see in the crack of the door. There she was sitting on the toilet, her skirt hiked up around her waist. She had her white lacy panties pulled down just enough to allow her hand access to her womanhood. She was cute, not the drop dead gorgeous super model type, but the super cute, bring home to meet your parents kinda cute. Her curly red hair was flattened out against the wall as she tipped her head back, mouth open and eyes shut tight. She had pulled her loose top down to expose her left breast and was doing a really good job of massaging it. Rolling her light tan nipple between her thumb and finger.
Her back was arched and she was spasming as she worked her way closer to orgasm. Watching the soft, pale skin of her breast turn red as she rubbed it was turning me on so much. Every so often i could get a glimpse of her pussy. Completely waxed and smooth. Her milky white skin severally contrasted by the deep red of her swollen lips as she moved two fingers up and down her clit.
My cock was straining at my zipper, I could feel hot blood rushing to my face, watching her was insanely erotic, all I wanted to do was jump in there and help her. Her moans were getting even louder and more urgent, I could tell she was getting really close to orgasm.
I watched her as she started to plunge her two fingers into her herself, driving them in and out, faster and faster. Her whole body was shaking, then she went ridged as a pole, her butt coming off the seat as she bent even further back. She had let go of her breast and was holding onto the safety rail as she raised herself on her toes, the top of her head pressed firmly again the wall. Her back was arched so high, her single bared breast a mountain of reddened flesh. Her nipple standing out like a cherry on top. She held that pose for several seconds, not even breathing. Then with a contented sigh, she collapsed back down onto the seat. her head came forward and her eyes popped open.
She looked right thru the crack at me. Our eyes locked for what felt like an full minute. Her eyes were a vibrant green. I could stare into those eyes for hours. Warning bells suddenly exploded in my head. I was caught, holy crap, I'm in trouble now. Breaking the hold of her dazzling eyes, I quickly left. Mumbling something like, "Sorry to disturb you" as I hurried into the other side of the bathroom. I quickly grabbed some cleaning supplies and started wiping down the sinks, starting with the one furthest for the door. I was trying my best to be completely ignorable as I listened to her shoes clicking on the tile as she came out into the front room. She propped her bag up and proceeded to walk all the way down to the sink next to one I was trying to hide in. She calmly started to wash her hands. The whole time I could feel her staring at me in the mirror. I could smell the sex on her. My cock had flagged when she caught me, but now it was recovering fast. She just kept washing her hands, letting water just run over them while she bored holes in me in the mirror. I finally looked up and froze as our eyes locked again. She truly was pretty. Early 30's I would guess. Her stunning green eyes surrounded by a field of freckles. Her small mouth puckered into a contemplating smirk. She just stared at me, not saying a word. The only sound in the room was the running of the water in her sink.
Now, I would not describe myself as handsome. I'm not a gym rat. I'm a 35 year old white guy with an affinity for a beer (or six) on the weekends. I'm 5'10" 190 lbs. with short cropped brown hair and a goatie. But the way she was staring at me, I felt like I was on the menu. Her eyes looked down and I followed her gaze to the evidence of my arousal. my pants were tented out like a teenager just waking up.
"Hmm," is all she said. Then she collected my eyes once again and continued to hold me captive. With her standing next to me, I could guess her height to be about 5'3" and she probably weighed 120lbs soaking wet. Her loose white top had a rope that went around just below her lovely C sized breasts, making them really hard to ignore. The neck of her blouse was still stretched out a little and allowed me to see a lot of her soft white skin.
The tension was getting to much for me. "I'm sorry," I stammered. "I didn't mean to spy on you.". That was a lie of course, I had meant to. And I had thoroughly enjoyed the experience. But I wasn't about to cop to that. Crap, one word from her and I was unemployed.
She didn't say anything, just stood there, with this strange look on her face. She finally came to some kind of decision because she smiled suddenly and stated, "well, I see you enjoyed what you saw." She then gave my swollen pants a significant glance. I could feel the heat shoot up my neck as I started to blush. I tried to say something suave but all that came out was a stuttering, " uh huh." In all the porn I had watched, all the penthouse letters I'd read, this was where the guy won over the girl with some witty comment that made her go all gushy, and all I could come up with was, " Uh huh" God, I'm a loser. I think she was thinking something along the same lines because she just grinned at me, waiting for me to explain further. But my brain was vapor locked. All I could do was stare into her green eyes and remember her moaning just a few moments before. With that thought, my cock started straining at my zipper again and she noticed the movement. "Well, I guess that's as good as answer as any," she said, pointedly looking at my crotch again.
"I would have loved too help," I finally blurted out. Her eyes snapped back to mine in the mirror, "oh, really?" she said. " And how would you have helped, hmmm?"
