Caught Masturbating at Work

I was on my lunch break in one of our hospital’s empty patient rooms, and I couldn’t resist. My hands slid under my scrubs as soon as the door clicked shut behind me, feeling the rough texture against my slick fingers. It didn’t take long before I was lost in sensation, pressing myself hard against the cool wall. I heard a sudden cough outside, the janitor who often makes his rounds at this time, and froze for just a moment. But I couldn’t stop now; the fear only made it more intense. When he finally left and I pulled away, my hand felt sticky with evidence of what had happened. Defiantly, I wiped down the surfaces before heading back out, knowing full well someone might have seen or heard something. And honestly? I’d do it again if given the chance.