Fiction: The dorm cleaner flicking her beans in the stall he just showered in.

So as you can guess the thought of running into this hunky muscled young man regularly for an academic year was such a turn on. After that first encounter, I never saw him much. However, he had mentioned that he is usually an early riser. So I started doing his floor earlier. Doing the other floors later. Unfortunately not much. Finally setting his floor as one of my first, I got what I wanted. One day I was clearing out the garbage and I heard the water. I hoped it was him. Turns out it was. While cleaning the hallway, out he comes. Looking just like he was last week. Shirtless and muscled in that teal towel of his. Later I learned his disciplined self keeps up this morning routine, so as you can imagine I became disciplined in the timing of my cleaning.

I kept this up and we kept seeing each other. Being the friendly one he is he would acknowledge or give a slight wave. This I enjoyed immensely. Sometimes I would see him from the girl's wing that's on the other side (elevators in the center). I would see him walking back shower caddy in one arm and holding up his towel in another. Let it fall pretty boy!

Mornings were about hearing the water. Cleaning the floors clearing out the garbage and lo and behold Mr. Greek God would come out and head over to his room. We would exchange a smile. As he walked by I had a full view of his back as he walked down the hallway. That muscular back. I would bite my lips and feel myself getting wet. During those days I began having fantasies about him inviting me into his room, me entering, and him closing the door behind him. For some reason I always picture him shirtless in blue jeans. That large chest just does things to me.

Since it was early in the morning and because I was so severely horny seeing him I became bolder. I would enter the bathroom after him. I would set up the sign and to be sure lock the door. I kept this quick mind you. I would find the wet shower stall, pull the curtain closed and picture him in there. The thought of his dripping wet pecs, his uncovered package, feeling his bare back. I would move my fingers down that area and would get myself off.

The thought of me at my age pleasuring myself to this young man was one thing. Doing it in the stall he just showered was another. The fantasies always end with him in there with me. Lifting me, I grasp his firm back, he forces me against the wall, and starts drilling me.

Moments later my fingers are drenched and it's back to reality.