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This is a work of fiction and an original story by Inhales Deeply.
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** Caught Spying in the Girls Bathroom **
During my freshman year at college, students were encouraged to join as many clubs and social activities as possible. Moortown College is a relatively small campus and therefore some of these clubs were located at the public sports and leisure centers. The clubs were targeted at us eighteen-year-old freshman's and their purpose was to distract new students, and, to stop us roaming the streets whilst not in school.
My story happened when I was attending one such club at the local 'Arts & Leisure Center'. The Moortown Arts and Leisure Center is a large, multi-purpose facility featuring a well equip gym, multiple fitness studios, badminton and squash courts, and an outdoor cycling track. It also contains a multi-screen cinema, a few eateries, and a theatre, which is used by both the college and local theatre groups.
I was supposed to be in the main hall playing indoor soccer, but after attending for a few days my attention started to drift off, and I soon realised that I could wander off from the sports hall, saying that I was going to use the bathroom. The truth was that I could in fact explore the rest of building.
I found my way to the theatre which, it turned out, was also hosting a Moortown College freshman club. So, I spent some time sat in the darkness at the back of the auditorium watching the group rehearse a stage version of the movie 'Grease'. I had to admit, they were pretty good, and I assumed that most were theater majors hoping to find a career in the arts. The theatre group was run by a middle-aged man and a large lady. He was tall, possibly 6' 3" and had a bushy mop of white-blond hair on his head and a matching moustache on his face. The lady was much shorter and could only be described as 'round'. She was a cliché of herself; stocky, flat-footed, and lovely. My guess was that they were not associated with the college as she seemed very nice and encouraging of the youngsters, whereas the man was very stern and seemed to do a lot of shouting. He would insist that they perform the same scene over and again until he felt it was right. I remember thinking that I wouldn't much like to be in his group.
Once again, my attention began to wane, and I returned to exploring the building. Next, I found the gym which was empty of people. It was during the working day so I assumed the gym members would use the facility either before or after work. I spent some time messing around with the gym equipment and lifting the weights, but the novelty however quickly wore off.
The next thing I discovered was a very comprehensive set of 'behind the scenes', staff-only, utility passages. These passages which could be used to get all over the building without going into the areas that were open to the public. I would occasionally bump into a member of staff or a cleaner that was moving some equipment or just attempting to stay away from the patrons, but they would either ignore me or they'd accept my story that I had accidentally taken a wrong turn, and they would happily point me back towards the main sports hall. I quickly learned to use my ears and eyes too spot anyone coming so that I could duck into a store cupboard or dive around a corner before being caught.
Whilst exploring these, seemingly secret passageways, I found a route that led to a dead-end. I was about to turn back when I noticed that to my lower lefthand side there was a half-sized door which appeared at first to be locked. The door had been painted over which is why I had initially noticed it. It had obviously not been opened for several years. The paint had sealed the door shut so I gave it a little shove and with more luck than judgment it cracked the paint around the shuts and slowly the little door opened. I checked that no one was around and swiftly ducked through the opening into the darkness. I gently eased the door closed again behind me.
It took a few moments for my eyes to adjust to the dimness and I realized that I was under the stage of the art theatre in an old trap room. Basically, it was a large open space under the stage that allows access to the stage floor from below or where equipment would lift up when required. The space opened so that I could move around freely. There were lots of old boxes and dusty old equipment, but nothing of much interest. There were a couple of trap doors above my head, although both were padlocked from underneath. More interestingly, the stage floor, above me, was made up of boards of wood over long cross beams. Between each board was a small gap of approximately 1cm each. Through these gaps, I could easily see the performers stomping around above me.
I sat under the stage in the darkness, listening to the young actors and actresses singing and dancing and generally thumping about. It was wonderful and felt very sneaky and therefore very arousing. The best thing about 'Grease' was that most of the girls were wearing cheerleader costumes, so I could look up from underneath and see straight up their little skirts. In no time my cock was straining against my gym shorts. As I became more confident that my secret hiding place was safe and that I wasn't going to be interrupted, the temptation became too much, and I had to release my swollen cock. I stroked it again and again until my hot spunk shot all over the floor. I did this for two days and on the third day I made my next discovery.
The mistake I'd made on the first two days was that after I'd shot my load onto the floor, I had tidied myself up and quietly headed back to the sports hall. However, on the third day I hung around until the end of the day.
I'd spent another wonderful afternoon looking up the skirts of the young budding actresses and I starting to pick favourites. As the girls leaped and danced their underwear rode up and became wedged up between their ass cheeks. Others had little wet spots which were either towards the front of their panties, which I thought would be little leaky trickles of urine from all the jumping around, or others had wet spots more in the middle of their underwear, which I imagined to be pussy sweat.
After stroking my cock for the whole afternoon and again shooting spunk all over the floor at my feet I heard the lady teacher call out
"Good work everyone, that's it for today. Please get changed and hang your costumes back on the racks"
. This was quickly followed up by the male teacher in a very stern tone barking
"and make sure you shower please. I do not want you to return to college as sweaty smelly messes."
As he finished shouting, there was an eruption of thunderous footsteps as the hoard of actresses came pounding down a set of stairs next to the trap room where I was hiding. I started to panic. My heart was thumping, and I assumed that I would be caught red-handed (or worse 'cock-handed'). Luckily, I was relieved when I heard them moving past my hiding place and I saw a glow from bright florescent lights come on from an adjoining room. As the lights flicker into life at the far end of the trap room, I could hear lots of laughing, shouting, and screeching coming from the wall. I moved quickly toward the noise searching the pinholes of light that were piecing through in various places on the dusty partitioning wall.
I pressed my eye against a few of the holes but couldn't't see anything. The holes were too small and the light on the other side was to bright. Damn it.
I heard the distinct sound of a shower turning on and running water.
I moved quickly between the tiny holes, pressing my eye against each one until on the fourth occasion, boom, eureka! It took a moment for my eye to focus but I was staring straight into a bathroom changing area. In front of me were a few of the girls I'd been watching. I even recognised a few of them. They were already in varying stages of undress, and some were heading to the showers with towels wrapped around them.
Suddenly, my view of the wider changing room was obscured as a girl took the space right in front of me. I could see that there were low benches pressed against the other side of the wall from where I was stood. She was a pretty faced, slim bodied, red headed girl. I watched, transfixed, as she pulled her yellow sweater, which had a large white number 7 on the front, up over her head. She was directly in front of me. Probably no more than two feet away. She was facing the wall and therefore directly at my gaze and I was surprised to see that she wore nothing underneath her top. For such a petite young lady, she had an impressive and full pair of tits which flopped down weightily as they were released from her pullover.
I remember being shocked that such a slim girl was the owner of such a full heavy set of boobs. She was obviously rather hot and sweaty because as she dropped her top onto the bench she cupped her breasts, one in each hand, taking their weight. She massaged her breast softly in her hands reliving the heaviness of them away from her chest. She then grabbed her towel and used it to wipe underneath each breast in turn. She had piercingly pink areolas and her nipples stood like two thick buttons on her pale white mounds.
Next, she unzipped her short red cheerleader skirt and let it drop to the floor. Then she hooked her thumbs into either side of her white panties and bent down rolling them quickly down over her milky thighs.
As she stood back up, I could see her delectable red bush of hair. The hair was thin and wispy and therefore almost transparent. I could clearly see the small crease of her skin between her legs. She turned around and bent over to pick up her skirt from where it had fallen to the floor and to hook off her socks. I now had sight of her firm little round bottom. Her pale cheeks where high and tight and as she bent forward, she presented a rear view of her vagina and her puckered little arsehole to my eyes. I was amazed to see the contrast of her white skin in comparison to her vividly pink pussy lips and then the darkened ring of her brown eye. Unlike her pubic mound she had no hair at all on her underneath. My cock was throbbing like an alarm going off. I pulled my shorts down without breaking my gaze. I wrapped my fingers around my already sore and over worked cock and started to pump myself slowly.
I could see that my beautiful vision was attempting to reach one of her socks which had accidentally flicked under the bench. As I stared at her wonderful pink lips, I watched the most amazing thing. As she stretched further to reach her sock, she lifted her left leg very slightly which caused her puffy pink pussy lips to part open slightly allowing me to peer clearly at the folds and creases deeper inside her pussy. It looked so very wet and red. I could see, even just in that few split seconds, that there were sticky strands of vaginal fluid clinging to her labia lips and stretching across her sweet hole.
