Alison Boscombe was on security detail and it was her shift on the CCTV monitoring cameras of the underground car park at Heathrow airport. It was an easy job even if it was boring. But then, someone had to do it.
Occasionally she had to flick a few switches, zoom the cameras in and out, but other than that it was scan the monitors from top-left to bottom-right and then start all over again.
Having just come back from making a cup of tea, she noticed the activity on camera nine, first in from the right on row two was showing a disturbance between two people on a walkway that directly linked it to the departure lounge. Alison zoomed in to the activity and noticed a grey-haired gentleman who appeared to be shouting and arguing with his wife who was walking, no, staggering behind him as he tried to wheel two suitcases to the departure lounge. The woman behind him, dolled up to the nines, looked a little unsteady on her feet. At one point she staggered towards some cars almost crashing into them. She narrowly missed the red BMW that was parked in front of the camera and noticed the man inside look towards the woman. She only just missed the offside wing mirror of his car.
Alison alerted the ground crew of a potentially intoxicated woman on her way to departures through her security radio. She was about to zoom out and let the camera scan the wider area when the man in the car caught her eye as he reached forward to adjust the phone on the dashboard. She watched for a few more seconds to ascertain that he wasn’t casing the car park. She scanned some of the other monitors and came back to monitor nine.
She looked at the car and driver, tilted her head to one side and looked again. She opened her mouth and leaned forward in the hope of clarifying what she thought she was seeing. She then moved the camera into a slightly better position, facing the red BMW and zoomed in a little.
Her first assumption was correct; he was doing it, there in the car. Masturbating. Alison had determined that he was also looking at his phone, so, masturbating while watching pornography. Not that unusual, but in a car park, at Heathrow?
Her radio was in her hand and she was about to press the talk button to alert a nearby official when his cock appeared with his hand on it; one hand stroking his impressive length and the other rolling about on the crown of his cock after he had lubricated it with saliva.
She suddenly felt horny, her nipples hardened and wetness seeped into her knickers. She knew where it was from and she knew why. She always became horny when men masturbated in front of her. She loved the power play of them stroking their hard and erect cocks especially when her legs were wide apart with her fingers pleasuring her silky entrance or elegantly dancing over her clitoris or massaging her breasts. She loved it.