"Oh that feels good." Steve Fox said to himself as he stroked his hard cock.

Normally, sitting in the large boardroom of the brokerage house where he worked was the last place he would've considered masturbating. If things had gone the way he'd originally planned, the 19 year old mailroom clerk would've instead been up in the main conference room pounding the hell out of his new girlfriend Tammy.

He'd planned tonight's encounter for weeks. The 34th floor conference room, which as a mail clerk he had the keys, was a great place to take a date. It had four oversized couches and a giant room length window that faced New York Harbor. On a Friday night like tonight, even the cleaning crew was gone by nine.

Everything was ready, he had his tape player with the right music. Wine and munchies chilled and heated up in the kitchenette. It sure beat checking into a cheap motel.

No girl he had ever brought up there had failed to put out. Tammy would've been no exception. The only flaw in his plan was that unknown to him, Tammy's best friend was Rhonda Jo Zuckerman. And Rhonda had been Steve's guest two months before.

How was he to know that Rhonda and Tammy would have lunch together this afternoon. Or that Tammy would mention her date that evening. So much for a night of passion.

When Tammy hadn't shown up at 09:30 like she promised, Steve called her house. He was not so politely told that she had no wish to become another notch on his couch.

Which brought him to his current plight. Still horny and with no place to go, Steve had remember old man Fergeson's dirty book collection hidden in the bottom draw of his desk. He was always forgetting to lock the desk and tonight proved no exception. It wasn't long before he had a major league hard on.

Soon with only the gentle hum of the sign line still showing the closing prices of various stocks for company, Steve leaned back in Fergeson's oversized padded chair and began to flip thought the old man's latest acquisition of teen age nudes from Europe.

"Damn this stuff is hot!" Steve said as he looked at one particular big breasted blonde who couldn't have been more than 16.

Finishing the book of underage beauties, Steve quickly reached into the draw for another. This one was better than the first, consisting of dozens of graphic color photos of various sexual acts. Couples, threesomes, and even lesbians in action. Steve wondered of he could get away with taking this book home with him.

By the time Steve unzipped his pants and let his cock burst free, he was sure that it was going to explode with the slightest touch. Gently he began to stroke it, closing his eyes and imagining himself in the magazine spread out on the desk.

"Oh Baby, yes..." He murmured as he ran his closed fist up and down his engorged cock.

The blonde haired boy could feel the coming explosion building in his balls. He slowed down his motions, wanting to savor every moment. A small drop of precum covered his cockhead, a harbinger of what was to come.

Wanting to see the photos one more time, Steve spun around in the chair and opened his eyes.

"Holy Shit!" Steve cried out as he jumped up in the chair, dropping his cock.

Standing at the edge of the desk was one of the cleaning ladies. Steve had seen her on many late nights, pushing her cleaning cart from office to office. But he had always ignored her, he didn't even know her name.

Her name was Elisabeth Drechsler. Although she looked much older, she was only 37 years old. Born in what was once East Germany, she had come to this country three years ago. A stocky, heavyset woman who wore her brown hair pulled back in a bun, she had been cleaning officers for all of those three years.

Steve sat there unmoving. How long had she been standing there? Was there anyway he could explain this? Would she report him?

As those questions flashed through his mind, Steve looked down and noticed that the wastepaper baskets hadn't been emptied. She was running real late tonight.

The clock on the wall ticked onward as the two of them stood like statues. Steve was afraid to say anything. He was hoping that she would just turn and leave.

It was then that the young man realized that she wasn't staring at him per se, she was totally riveted at the sight of his now shrinking cock.

If Steve had been totally shocked by the sudden appearance of the cleaning woman, what she did next was enough to give him heart failure. Stepping closer to him, still not saying a word, Elisabeth reached over and took his now withered cock in her hand. Gently, she began to stroke it, bringing it back to life.