When I was in my final year of secondary school, year eleven, I became a Sports Prefect. Apart from being something good to add to my CV, the role brought extra responsibilities, such as helping the teachers with running sports events, setting up and putting away sports equipment before and after lessons, and assisting with coaching younger pupils during PE lessons.
It was during that last year at school that an incident occurred which I have often thought about since, and which my fears and insecurities have built upon, turning it into both a sexual fantasy and a hugely terrifying scenario which leaves me feeling sexually aroused and frightened and embarrassed at the same time.
So, it was February 2012. I had just turned sixteen a couple of months earlier. The actual events of the incident occurred during lunchtime on a Wednesday at school. I’d been helping the PE teachers with running a lunchtime netball coaching session for the year eight netball team. When we had finished I stayed behind with the teachers to help set up the sports hall for the next PE lesson in the afternoon, then I returned to the changing rooms to get a shower and change back into my uniform for lessons after lunch.
By the time I got there, all the year eight girls had gone, and so I was alone in the changing rooms. I went to my locker and got my things out and put them on the bench and was about to undress and go into the shower area when I heard the outer double doors at the other end of the changing rooms bang shut, and then the internal door open. I looked up to see a dark-haired guy, aged in his mid to late thirties, wearing overalls and carrying a large toolbox in one hand and what seemed to be a radiator in the other, come walking into the girls’ changing room. As you can imagine, I was rather surprised to see him, and he seemed shocked to find me there. We stared at each other for a second, then he spoke.
“Oh. Sorry. I didn’t realise anyone would be here. The office said I could come in during lunchtime ‘cos no one would be using the changing rooms.”
He looked quite embarrassed at finding himself in the girls’ changing room with a girl there. “I’ve come to replace a radiator,” he added, “They said it would be okay to do it now.”
“Well, I’ve been running the lunchtime netball coaching”, I replied, feeling a bit nervous. “I need to shower and change.”
“Okay, that’s no problem. I’ll come back later. I’m sorry. I’ll tell the office someone’s in here.”
He turned and left the changing rooms, and I didn’t see him again.
***
In the years since it happened, I’ve found my mind drifting back to that brief, accidental encounter, and my fears come back to haunt me, taking the incident into a new, terrifying direction, leaving me both trembling with humiliation, shame and guilt, and yet dripping wet with arousal.
Sometimes I imagine what would have happened if he had walked into the changing room maybe a couple of minutes later and found me standing there naked. Or if he was already there when I came in to get changed. What would I have done?
But this is how it could have happened…
***
“Oh. Sorry. I didn’t realise anyone would be here. The office said I could come in during lunchtime ‘cos no one would be using the changing rooms.”
He looked quite pleased at finding himself in the girls’ changing room with a sixteen-year-old girl there wearing her white school sports shirt and navy-blue gym skirt.
“I’ve come to replace a radiator,” he added, “They said it would be okay to do it now.”
“Oh. Well, I’ve been running the lunchtime netball coaching”, I replied, feeling a bit nervous. “I need to shower and change.”
“Okay, that’s no problem. They said I could just come in and get it sorted out.”
He walked over to a radiator which was located on the wall opposite where I was standing with my bag and clothes on the bench. I watched nervously as he knelt on the floor and opened the toolbox.
“Er…so are you going to do it now then?” I asked, my voice trembling slightly.
He looked up at me.
“Well, yeah. I’ll have to do it now. If I don’t do it now, the job will have to be rescheduled for another date. It could be weeks before we can come back to do it. And I don’t think the school office would be pleased about that.”
He took out a tool from his box and began working on the radiator. Without looking up, he added, “You just carry on, don’t let me stop you. I won’t get in your way.”
I stared at him, not believing what I was hearing. Was he really going to just continue working even though he knew I wanted to get showered and changed?
“Well…er…it’s just that…I need to have a shower and get changed before my next lesson, you see,” I said anxiously. Memories from the past began to form in my mind, taking me to those dark places I was trying to leave behind, where they belonged.
He didn’t look up but replied, “That’s okay. I don’t need to turn the water off. The showers are on a different system from the heating. You can still use them.”
My inner voice begins to speak. The shame and guilt of those Saturday mornings spent at Emily’s house is coming back to torment me. Alone with her Dad. Just me and him. In the garden. Knowing that it was so wrong. That I shouldn’t have let him do it. But I did. And I enjoyed it.
You can’t let it happen again, but…
“I don’t really think I should, if you’re in here,” I replied nervously.
He turned and looked up at me, with a smile on his lips.
“Well…there’s only you and me here. And I’m not going to say anything,” he replied, his voice almost a whisper.
No! It’s happening all over again. It can’t. Not again. Don’t let it. You can’t live with the self-disgust and shame of it.
“I shouldn’t. It wouldn’t be right,” I said, but felt my heart beating. A familiar tingle began deep inside me.
He carried on working. “Well, it’s up to you. But I have to get this radiator replaced. Otherwise, the job will have to be rescheduled. I don’t think the school secretary will be very happy about that.”
No. Don’t let it happen all over again. Remember how ashamed and guilty you’ve felt, ever since those Saturday mornings in his back garden. Undressing for him. Letting him see you naked. You shouldn’t have done it. You were a disgusting little slut!
Down between my legs, I felt my tight, virgin pussy begin to come alive, sending its naughty messages of arousal around my body, and I tried desperately to ignore them.
“Well, can’t you just wait for maybe twenty minutes, until I’ve gone?” I asked him, looking for any way to avoid the temptations I had succumbed to in the past. “Then you can just come in and get the job done, then go.”
I can’t let it happen. Not again. Not after everything that happened before. All the humiliation and self-loathing you’ve had to live with since. Knowing that he looks at those photographs he took of you. Knowing how he touched you. And how I wanted him to.
The man stopped working and turned around. “Look, I haven’t got time. I’ve got two more jobs on this afternoon, and it’ll take me nearly two hours to drive there before I even start.”
“Oh. I see.” My heart was thumping in my chest, and I felt my nipples beginning to tingle and with arousal.
“You just go ahead. Don’t mind me. I won’t tell anyone. I won’t even look.” He gave a little smile, then turned back and carried on with what he was doing.
No, Sarah. No.
But the inner urges were getting stronger and stronger. I could feel my nipples becoming firm and pressing against the fabric of my bra.
“Well, I suppose it won’t matter…” I said, almost to myself.
Don’t be a stupid bitch, Sarah!
I turned and unzipped my sports bag, pulled out my towel and my school uniform, and hung them on the hooks above the changing bench. My head was spinning, both from the build-up of sexual arousal within my body and hearing my inner voice screaming at me.
No! Don’t do it, Sarah. You’ll regret it. You’ll never be able to live with yourself! Think about the shame and guilt.
But my body was no longer listening to the inner voice. The urge within me was too strong.
Without a word, I pulled my white sports shirt up and over my head and hung it on a hook, with just my sports bra on. Then, with this stranger seated on the floor only a few feet away from me, I reached down and unclipped my gym skirt. It fell away, revealing my pink cotton panties beneath. I hung the skirt up, and then turned and sat down on the bench to untie the laces of my trainers
My breathing had become more rapid, and deeper, and I could feel the heat as my cheeks blushed pink with excitement. Only at this point did I dare to look across in his direction. He was still kneeling on the floor and seemed to be disconnecting a pipe.
I leant forward and began to remove my trainers and socks, pulling them off one at a time, then putting them into my bag. He was still looking away, his tools making a lot of noise on the pipes as he worked.
I stood up, and with my back to him, I pulled my white sports bra up and over my head, allowing my firm 32C breasts to fall out. Hanging my bra on a hook, I noticed how my nipples were already puffy and erect, pointing slightly upwards and tingling.
I dared not turn around, but instead, I hooked my thumbs inside the elasticated hem of my panties. With my heart thumping and my breathing now rapid and shallow with excitement, I slipped my panties down my long, slender legs. As they got to my knees, they dropped down to the floor on their own. Still with my back to him, I stepped out of them before bending down to pick them up, revealing my smooth, shaved pussy lips.
The banging and clanking stopped, and as I hung my panties up I couldn’t stop myself from glancing around behind me. He was still knelt on the floor with a spanner in his hand but had stopped work and was looking across to see this slender, dark-haired sixteen-year-old schoolgirl standing just a few feet away, totally naked in front of him. He expression was a picture, and I could tell that he had been treated to a view of my virgin pussy from behind.
Inside, I could feel the excitement and arousal building up, as the tingling between my legs became stronger.
You little slut, Sarah!! You should be ashamed of yourself!
I glanced at him and gave a shy smile. “I’ll try not to take too long,” I said. He could only nod as I took out bottles of shower gel and shampoo from my sports bag. I could feel his gaze on me, and when I turned around to face him he stared in silence, taking in every detail of my slender nakedness. I watched his eyes as they explored me from my puffy, pink nipples down my flat stomach to the smoothness of my tight, shaved pussy.
In that moment, I felt a tickle between my legs as my wetness began to trickle out.
You’ve done it again, Sarah. You stupid, stupid bitch. Why don’t you ever learn?
I walked a few steps to the open communal shower area, placed my shampoo and shower gel bottles on the shelf, and turned on one of the showers. From where he was working, he could see straight through into the showers and see me as I stepped under the warm spray and began to shower.
Even with my back to him, I knew he was watching me as I soaked my long, dark hair, allowing the water to run down my naked body. There were no sounds of activity from the changing room, but I didn’t want to turn and look. Just the thought that he was there, enjoying the sight of a naked schoolgirl in the showers, was enough to leave my pussy aching for attention.
I opened the shampoo and poured some into my hand and began to wash my hair. The hot water and bubbles covered my body, splashing down to the floor. With my eyes closed, I moved my hands down to my body and cupped my breasts, slowly massaging them and squeezing my hard, erect nipples. I was becoming more and more aroused by the second, and I could feel my naughty pussy was becoming wetter as the urges within me built up.
You know you’ll regret this, Sarah. Just as you regretted it last time. How you’ve struggled to live with the humiliation and shame ever since. Knowing how you’ve had to keep it secret from everyone.
I couldn’t resist it any longer. I turned around, opened my eyes, and looked out through the open shower entrance into the changing room. He had moved and was now seated on one of the benches, watching me shower. My heart leapt as he stared intently, watching my every move, as he could now see me facing him, my teenage body fully exposed,
I gave him a shy smile. “You said you weren’t going to look.”
I allowed my hands to slide down my stomach and then back up to my soapy breasts, fondling them carefully as he gazed at me. He seemed almost transfixed at the sight of this naked, nubile teenager having a shower.
He didn’t speak for several moments but instead watched as I let my right hand slip slowly down over my flat stomach and find its way between my legs. I saw his eyes focus on my hand as I rubbed the smooth, puffy outer lips of my tingling pussy.
He shifted uncomfortably. “Well, I didn’t know you were going to put on a show for me, did I?” he replied eventually, his voice low and husky now.
I continued to rub my shaved pussy and could feel the excitement building inside, as he watched my index finger slip into my slit.
“Well, I’m only having a shower,” I responded innocently. “You shouldn’t be watching.”
He didn’t reply. I slid my finger in and out of my soapy slit and could feel the firmness of my aroused clitoris as it began to grow larger to my touch. He watched in silence, as if in a trance, as this sixteen-year-old girl shamelessly performed for him.
“Haven’t you got work to do?” I asked as if it were totally normal for me to be chatting to a stranger whilst he watched me fingering my pussy in the shower. I had now slipped two fingers between the tightness of my smooth lips and had begun rubbing my aching, tingling clit in slow, circular movements. My heart was pounding.
He gave a small cough. “Yeah. Yeah…I’ve got stuff to do.” But he made no attempt to move and remained seated on the bench, watching my every move.
I turned away from him to face the wall and picked up the bottle of shower gel. I opened the lid and poured some into my hand. Placing the bottle back on the shelf, and with my back still to him, I began to rub the soapy gel over my skin, working from the top down. My nipples were now like two hard bullets, slightly upturned and tingling to the touch of my fingers. The areolas had become puffy and dark pink in colour as my arousal had increased.
As I worked my hands down my body, I bent forward and moved my feet wider apart. Then, knowing he was watching my every movement, I slipped my right hand between my legs and inserted my two middle fingers between the outer lips of my exposed labia. As I did so I pushed my bottom out, giving him a perfect view of my cute virgin pussy and tight arsehole from behind.
Bending further over, with my fingers I began to thrust deeper inside my juicy pussy as the hot water showered down over me, hitting my back and then running over my body and down my legs to the tiled floor. As I explored my intimate parts, the shower area echoed with the sounds of my fingers slipping and slurping in and out of my wet cunt, and the little gasps and moans which I involuntarily gave as the pleasure increased.
After several moments, I dared to turn my head and look around. To my surprise and excitement, he had moved and now stood in the entrance to the shower area, leaning against the wall just a few feet away, now able to view this horny teen close up. I gave him a naughty smile as I continued to thrust my fingers into my exposed, wet pussy. Having this stranger in such proximity, watching me masturbating so erotically, was such a turn-on for me.
You stupid bitch. You whore. You slut. You’ll never be able to live with yourself now. The shame. The guilt.
“You’re enjoying yourself, aren’t you?” he suddenly said as he studied every intimate detail. As he spoke, I felt the first sensation of pleasure begin to build deep inside, and let out a moan. I placed my left hand on the wall in front of me to support myself as I began to feel my legs weaken. Still bending over, with my vulva totally exposed, I tried to reply.
“Yeah…yeah…mmm…aaa,” I gasped as my fingers continued to work inside my pussy, teasing my g-spot to distraction. I could feel another wave of pleasure building, and my knees began to give way…
