The teacher knocked on the dressing room door, making sure that all of the girls had left before walking inside. As the last teacher at school, his job for the day was to make sure the building was locked up. He heard no reply to his knocking and ventured inside, shutting off the lights as he moved around. From the back of the room he heard a noise. Puzzled, he walked towards the rear of the dressing room, and then realized the sound he heard was running water.
He laughed to himself as he figured somebody must have left the water running in her hurry to leave. He sighed as he imagined having to get all wet just to fix someone else’s mistake, and turned the corner to the showers and froze. There, under the hot water, with steam rising, was Sally Beth. The head cheerleader was slowly running her hands over her body, soaping up, humming softly to herself. He tried to speak but could not, and embarrassed at the thought of being seen, slunk into the shadows. He watched as she played with her red hair, her perfect size tits, soaping and rinsing. The motions stirred him, and he chastised himself for being attracted to a woman such his junior.
Still, as he stood there, he could not deny how gorgeous she was, the water spilling off her. His cock began to grow beneath his slacks, and his breath came in smaller, shorter gasps. He rubbed his thickening cock through his pants, mesmerized, unable to move. As he watched, he noticed a change in Sally’s soaping, her hands staying longer on her tits, stroking her thighs, and he realized she was beginning to masturbate. He groaned silently as he watched her begin to tease her wet pussy, hidden from his view. He was shocked to watch as Sally sat down, back against the wall, eyes closed, and began to finger herself, first one, and then two disappearing inside her. She took her wet fingers and tasted herself, fucking herself deeper, stroking her clit faster. Unable to take it, he reached down and released his cock from his jeans.
And then she came, long and hard, her tits arching, moaning loudly, her fingers as deep in her as they could be. He felt his own cock begin to twitch, the cum rising from his balls, and with a silent groan of pleasure, he shot his cum all over the floor and his hands, instantly ecstatic and even more turned on that before. He watched as Sally turned off the shower, dried off, and moved to her clothes. The shadows were in his favor, she could not see him.
Sally began to dress, first her bra, then thong panties, followed by her school required uniform, plaid skirt, white stockings, and white shirt. Her hair remained wet, and as she pulled on her shoes, she reached for her bags to leave. At that moment, he slipped, the noise shockingly loud, and Sally gasped as she realized she was not alone. She saw his eyes, his shape, and realized she knew this man in the dressing room.
“Mr. Wilson,” she gasped, “What are you doing!”
“I was just coming to turn off the lights, are you o.k?” he stuttered, wondering if she would believe his story.
“Oh yeah, I’m fine,” she replied, “it was just that drill ended late and I needed a shower before I ran to dinner with my friends.”
“Ahhh. Okay then, well I am closing everything up,” he said, reaching for the last light switch in the room.
Sally looked at him, thinking it strange that all the other lights were off before she came out of the shower. She looked harder at him, she had always admired his body, his smoldering eyes as the girls called him, and his genuine sense of giving a shit about his students. And then she noticed his zipper was undone and his belt was hanging loose.
“Oh my god, did you see me in the shower?” she asked.