"Hi, Mr. Dobrowsky!" The new freshman clutched her books to her chest as she ran along the walk on her way to English 21 in Prudence Hall, her Monday morning class.
"Hello, Celine, how are you today, honey?" replied the maintenance man, loading his tools into the utility cart.
"I'm good," she said, smiling at the kindly man as she tripped past him. "'Cept I'm almost late for class. Have a nice day!"
"You too, dear, you too." He waved as he turned to make his way to the gymnasium building to deal with work to be done in the boiler room, and to have his own lunch.
Everybody liked Dobrowsky. He had worked at Merry Mount College for forever, it seemed, and had seen generations of young ladies pass through it. Most of the students barely noticed him as he went about his duties, invisible, just part of the background. But others were drawn to him as to a kindly uncle, and felt somehow comforted by his presence. This was especially true of some of the younger girls, like Celine. He was divorced and didn't have children, but at the college he was surrounded by young girls.
After checking the thermostat circuitry in the basement, he went into his private quarters and locked the door behind him. Getting a sandwich from his small refrigerator, he took down a schedule of the day's phys ed classes posted on his bulletin board, and sat down in an old recliner he had moved into the room years ago. He glanced at the class schedule, then picked up a remote control and turned on the television his recliner was positioned in front of. It was a nice set, a high definition digital TV with a wide flat screen, nicer than what he had at home in fact. He found CNN and watched the news as he nibbled at his ham and cheese sandwich.
When the time display on the screen indicated that his lunch hour was ending, he got up and went over to the TV and unplugged the input cable from the television connection mounted in the wall, and reconnected it to the digital filter he brought with him each day. He plugged this into an electrical outlet, then returned to his chair and sat down.
He began to cycle through channels with the remote, and the images on the TV screen changed: the main gym arena, the pool, the indoor track, the gym locker room, and each of the individual shower stalls. Seven micro-miniature cameras were sending encrypted digital streams of Ethernet traffic over the same wires that carried electric current throughout the gymnasium building. Dobrowsky was a talented hobbyist.
The schedule indicated that a free swim was about to start. He advanced the channel to the locker room. As the girls began to appear he stood up and unbuckled his belt and lowered his pants and underwear. Then he sat back down and licked his lips in anticipation as he watched the girls start to undress.
Dobrowsky liked watching eighteen-year-old girls reveal their firm, young bodies to him, while he stroked his excited penis. He liked watching when girls sneaked their boyfriends in, too, during a track or swim meet. Once he caught a couple making out in a shower stall, the girl on her knees sucking off her boyfriend as Dobrowsky watched. God, the look on his face! And the way she flicked her tongue all over the kid's cock, teasing it! Dobrowsky timed his climax so he came just as the boy ejaculated all over the girl's naked tits.
But today he was watching the girls in the locker room, and he began to fondle his growing erection as he took in the sight of girls stripping in front of him and traipsing around in their bras and panties. He loved seeing girls in panties, especially young girls like these, girls in tight cotton briefs or tantalizing, skimpy bikinis. Sometimes they were solid pastel colors, sometimes they had polka dots or tiny patterns of flowers. He liked the panties with delicately scalloped lace trim, so sweet and sexy. Watching these girls in their underwear drove him wild; it teased him crazy to see them displayed in front of him like this, with what he wanted to see most hidden by thin wisps of frilly fabric. The sight tantalized and frustrated him - he loved it.
He sighed with pleasure as he worked on his cock, squeezing it and feathering it with his fingertips as it reacted to the sight of these young girls undressing. Celine appeared and went to her locker and opened it. She began to unbutton her blouse.