It was the end of yet another long day. I was the gym teacher and coach at an all girls school, and we had just finished a late practice. The school was quiet as I finished up some paperwork in my office. By now, the girls should have finished showering and all gone home. As I shut off the light and locked my office behind me, the empty and silent school permitted me to hear the faint sound of a shower still running.
I strolled down the hall towards the locker rooms. I tended to always make absolute certain the rooms were vacant before entering, since a male coach entering a girl's locker room inappropriately could spell bad news. This time, though, my mind was elsewhere. For some reason I assumed one of the girls had just accidentally left the shower running, which was typically the case.
As I stepped in the locker room, I saw an open locker and gym bag. I quickly realized one of the girls was still there, but before I could react, the shower shut off and Ashley walked out with only a towel, barely covering her naked body.
Ashley was a stunning, 18 year old blond beauty. Her bright, blue eyed smile expressed an innocence that belied her otherwise sexy appearance. In a school full of attractive young women all wearing the same uniform, Ashley always managed to stand out. I'll admit that I'm no saint, and from time to time I had certainly imagined how her perky little tits might feel in my hands, and how her tight little ass might react to a playful spanking.
As she walked out and saw me, she didn't scream, or even seem shocked. Only a few feet away from me, she just smiled and casually said, "Sorry coach, I guess I'm running a little late."
I was speechless. I couldn't take my eyes off her incredible body, still damp from the shower. I knew I shouldn't be there. I knew I should have turned and quickly left. I knew there could be dire consequences if I didn't run out immediately. But I didn't move. I stood there transfixed, staring into her pretty eyes.
I realized she was staring intently back at me. Neither of us seemed to want to look away. With a slight, almost devious smile, she slowly and teasingly began lowering her towel. She never broke eye contact, and for some reason, neither did I. Even after her soft, supple breasts were on show, I kept starring into her. Soon her sexy stomach was revealed, and still she persisted. She then unwrapped the towel completely, revealing every inch of her naked body to me. Her creamy, delicious skin on show for me, driving me wild. Even with only my peripheral vision, I could see her perfectly smooth, hairless pussy.
The eye contact persisted. It was now a contest... who would flinch first? This sexy little temptress sure didn't seem like she wanted to give up.
I realized how hard I had gotten, no doubt visible through my pants. I realized she could probably see it, even with her eyes so intensely focused on mine.
She slowly closed the distance between us. Her shorter stature causing her head to tilt up to maintain the lock of our eyes. Her hands reached out and she started undoing my belt. My belt.. not my fly. I was very aware of this and what it meant. A look on her face as though she was silently asking and hoping that I would permit it.
With my pants now fully undone, she lowered them as she knelt down in front of me. I quickly pulled my shirt off over my head. Still the eye contact continued. Still we starred deeply into each other as her small hands wrapped around my rock hard cock, and even as she opened her mouth and slid me between her soft lips.
I have no idea how many other cocks she had had in her mouth, if any, but she was good. Very good. The way she was not shy about getting me dripping wet with her spit, and sliding her left hand up and down my shaft. The way she would alternate between licking, sucking, and taking me as deep as she could. The way she seemed so hungry and desperate for it.
I could see her right hand between her legs, her fingers working her clit. Every few seconds I could see the light reflecting off the wetness evident on her fingers.
