He sat down on the bed and started rubbing his dick with his hands. I had no idea what he was doing, I had never been exposed to sex of any form befor... this and the word masturbation meant nothing to me. He was moaning as he was toughing himself, What are you doing? I hesitantly asked. Making myself happy, he said. It would go faster if you did it for me he told me, while giving me a hungry look. Since it wasnt using my mouth I agreed to rub my hands around him to make him happy. As I. .."how old?".....I was 18 or so and the notes went back and forward for a short time till "Come through, door unlocked"I went out but there were a few folk at the urinals and sinks so I went and washed my hands for a while, waiting till most of the people had gone, the ones that were left were not pissing but like me after a bit of sex. I then walked back to the cubicle and pushed the door, sure enough it was unlocked. The guy inside was grey haired, probably 50ish and wore a suit, he pushed. The back of the down gaped open so that he could see her back, the top of her toned ass, and the side of one of her voluptuous breasts. Now Ian was the one blushing. Not only was he blushing, he now had a hard on that he could only hope his scrubs concealed. Nevertheless, he came to stand by the exam bed and began explaining the technicalities of what he was about to do. “Victoria, right now I am going to check your breasts for any sign of anything that shouldn’t be there, so if you will just. So I ended with an unexpected bonus, a night of sex with wife Sarah. The job consisted of day and night security, but we Didn,t switch and worked either permanent days or nights, an added bonus of ten pence an hour to work nights and fifteen for weekend hours! Doesn,t seem much now, but helped a fair bit then. I took over from the Day Inspector and my job was booking out evening cleaners, answering phones from mostly Americans who forgot the time differences or asking for staff that had left.