Someone finds you

“What the-!”

You falter only a moment as you turn towards the source of the sudden noise. You find a girl, obviously an employee, staring at you wide-eyed as you sat there jerking off.

It was too late, however, and you give one last jerk before you come, spraying your semen onto your legs, hand, and even on the floor. Your face burns red with pure shame as you quickly cover your slowly softening dick with your hands.

“Listen, I can explain-“ you start to say, but she raises a hand to stop you. She stays silent, simply examining you, her steely gaze upon your naked form giving you shivers.

“First of all...” she says, then walks away to grab some paper towels off a nearby shelf, returning to hand them to you, “clean up.”

“Thanks...” you say as you grab the roll of towels, one hand still on your crotch. You’re confused at how calm she is. Not wanting to show her any more than necessary, you turn away from her and clean off your hand and your dick, wiping off as much of the sticky, warm fluid as you could. Then, you get on your hands and knees and use the towels to clean up the floor as best you could. You realize thus position shows off your ass quite well to the girl, so you finish up quickly and turn back around, holding out the balled up towels as you use a hand to cover yourself once more. She grabs the towels carefully, and looks back at him.

“Stay here and stay quiet for a moment.” She said, and walks off. You do as she says, and sit down, your face still burning. You actually got caught, but this wasn’t what you were expecting. It seemed like she knew what was going on.

Your suspicions were soon confirmed when she popped up again. “Are you an exhibitionist?” She asked, making you jump.

“Y-yeah...” you say.

“I thought so.” She says back. “Now that you’ve...done that...” she says, her referencing your masturbation session making your hands around your crotch tighten. Her eyes on you are already starting to make your dick harden once more, “...I’m assuming you want to get out of here?”

“Yeah...” you say again.

“Where are your clothes?” She asks. You turn to where you think you threw your shirt, but to your horror, you don’t see it. You were so lost in your arousal that you didn’t actually pay attention to where you threw it.

“I, uh...my pants and boxers are out there, hidden...” you say, pointing towards the general direction of the main store, “but I don’t know where my shirt is, give me a second-“

“No.” She says suddenly. “You don’t have time, you need to get out of here now. They’re sending people back here really soon, you’re lucky I was the first to get here.” You feel your face pale. She was right, you had to leave.

“Wh-what do I do?” You ask.

“How did you get here? Car?” She asks, and you nod. “Alright, you can’t go back out the double doors, you’ll likely be seen. You’ll have to go out the back.”

“What?!” You exclaim.

“You’ll have to make a run for your car.” She says. “It’s the only way, now get your naked butt up and let’s go!” She says, and walks off again. You get to your feet and follow as fast as you can.

She leads you through the thankfully empty room to the furthest point in the back, where a trash compactor, recycling compactor, and loading docks are. She takes you to the door to the outside, and stops.

“Is there anything else you think you might need?” She asks.

“You’re sure there’s nothing I can wear or something?” You plead.

“Not enough time, now go!” She says, opening the door. You start to go, but stop and look at her.

“How are you so calm?” You ask. Her face reddens, and it hits you. Is she...? You look down at her name tag, and read it. It says ‘Ashley.’ “Thank you, Ashley.” She seems shocked at first that you know her name, but then seems to remember the name tag. She nods, and gestures for you to go. Footsteps and laughing can be heard approaching. You give her a nod, and walk out into the sunlight.

“If you need me, just knock on the door. I’ll try to stay nearby and keep others away.” She says, and you nod in thanks. She finally closes the door behind you, and you don’t waste any time running around the side of the building to the parking lot.

It was such an odd sensation. The air conditioned interior of the building was one thing, but feeling the warm rays of the sun on your naked body made you want to lay down and do some naked sunbathing. But now was not the time. You rush to the corner and stop, peeking out.

To your horror, the parking lot is much more full than you would’ve thought at this time of day. People are walking back and forth to and from the building, seeming to give almost no opening to run to your car, which, while it isn’t that far away, isn’t necessarily all that close either, especially for you to run to in your naked state.

You lean back against the building, thinking of what to do. You remember seeing some cardboard boxes outside the building. It wouldn’t be great, but you might be able to use them as cover, or you could just wait for an opening and make a run for it nude. Or perhaps there was another way?