Sara woke up at 4:30 am to the sound of her alarm clock ringing in her ear. Slowly, she tossed her body to the edge of her bed and stood up. She sighed a exhausted breathe. It was friday - the day she went on morning jogs.
Sara was 20 years old - a sophomore at a private university, and a varsity competitor on the track team. Normally, she would have practice right after school in the afternoon, but on fridays she had debate practice during that time. Alas, Sara found herself going through the standard friday morning routine. Waking up before the sun was up, getting changed into her running clothes, driving to campus, and doing laps around the track in the pitch of the late night.
It wasn't all that bad though. Sara enjoyed the feeling of being out alone on the track. The early morning air felt so empty, so surreal. Out there, she felt like she was the only person in the entire city who was awake.
Eager to get going, Sara quickly dressed into her uniform - a loose-fitting grey shirt and black athletic shorts. Underneath, she had a purple sports bra and a pair of pink panties. A nice comfortable outfit. It showed off her nice legs to a fair degree, but was still modest in the important places. She looked herself over in the mirror before grabbing her stuff and heading to her car.
The school was only a 5 minute drive from her house. Sara only encountered one another vehicle on her way there. Everything else was empty, including the parking lot. She got out and headed down to the track, where she spent the next 45 minutes warming up, getting sweaty, and running her heart out. By the end of her workout session, Sara was utterly exhausted. She had done a quarter mile repeats, which were not her cup of tea. They were basically sprints, and although her breasts weren't very large, they still bounced a bit with the rapid-fire movements of her running.
After she was done, she stretched for a while and headed back to her car to pick up her change of clothes and shower supplies. Now it 5:40. The first signs of light had begun to illuminate the eastern horizon, but for the most part, it was still very dark.
Sara opened her car and grabbed her stuff. Then, she headed towards the side entrance of her school, which led to a hallway that contained the entrance to the locker rooms. This wing of the school was the athletic center of the institution. Through the many doors of the corridor, one could find the gym, the pool, the locker rooms, and coaches offices. Sara walked to the end of the hall, and entered into the girl's locker room.
She creaked open the door and flipped on the light switch. Barren as ever. She found a bench near her locker and set her towel and shower supplies down before taking off her clothes. She placed her athletic uniform in a neat pile beside her change of clothes and grabbed her towel, soap, and shampoo.
She found a shower stall and placed her towel on the outside rack, pulled the curtain and stepped inside. It wasn't long before she was underneath a steady stream of warm water, lathering soap over her tired body.
Sara could never enjoy showers here when there were other people around. She was self-conscious,especially about her smaller figure, and was a rather introverted girl. But now, she could spend some quality time alone knowing she wouldn't be disturbed. She ran her fingers through her long black hair and down her smooth legs. She caressed her body here and there, making sure that every square inch of herself was clean.
About 10 minutes later, she was done. She grabbed her towel and dried off. She wrapped it around her and walked back to the bench.
What greeted her there shocked her. Or rather, what didn't greet her. All of her clothes, her athletic uniform and the ones she brought in, were gone!
"What the hell?" Sara gasped. Frantic thoughts filled her head. "Someone must have came in here and taken them" she said to herself. "That means.. Someone knows I'm naked at school with nothing but a towel!"
Sara tried to figure out who would pull such a terrible prank. But more importantly, she tried to figure out what to do. Her car keys had vanished with the clothes, so she couldn't make a dash for her car. But she also didn't want to wait for school to begin. Something like this would ruin her reputation and make her the butt of countless jokes for the rest of the year.
She decided to peer around the corner and look at the clock. 6 o'clock.
"Oh god" Sara thought, "school starts at 7:00. And kids starts getting her around 6:30."
She had to act fast. She returned to the bench and sat down to think. As she did so, something caught her eye. It was note on the floor! She picked it up and read: "Come to the pool for your clothes."
It looked like this was her best option. Sara got up and headed to the door. The pool entrance was just a little ways down the hall. She held on tightly to her towel and cracked open the door. The coast was clear.
With a quick thrust, Sara pushed the door open and sprinted down the hall, trying to make as little noise as possible. She looked down the hall at the exit that led to the parking lot and saw a few cars already parked in the dim light of the morning. This fact only made her more worried, and made her run harder towards the pool entrance. Sara became paranoid that she'd be caught with nothing more than a towel to cover up!
Soon, she arrived at the door. She pushed at it, and prepared to go inside, but it hardly budged. It only opened a crack. Sara pushed again, and this time the crack widened, but not enough for her to slip through. Panicked, the girl looked through the window and saw that the door was barricaded by some chairs. With enough force, she could easily move them aside, but that would require her to use both of her arms, rather than just her shoulder. Just upon realizing this, Sara heard a door creak open down the hall.
"Fuck!" Sara cried in her head. She had no choice. She took her arms away from her towel and used all her strength to push open the door. She lunged forward with her extended out in front of her, pressing against the door, until the gap was wide enough for her to get through. Seeing her opportunity, she plunged forward into the room, using her hands to break her fall. Hopefully, no one had seen her.
The tile floor felt especially cold underneath Sara's body. A chill crawled down her back. It was too cold. When she turned around to look at the door, she saw why. About a third of her towel was hanging out of the crack. The rest of her modest cover, was on the other side of the door. Quickly, Sara got up and reached forward; she tried to pull it back. But it was no use. It wouldn't budge, and opening the door might attract too much attention.
Accepting her cruel fate, Sara tried to cover up with one arm across her chest and one covering her dark bush. She stood still and looked out the window. No one was there at the moment, so maybe she could attempt to retrieve her towel.
Her thoughts were interrupted by a door opening and the sound of murmurs on the other side of the pool room. Sara sharply turned around, crouching to cover herself. What she saw, she couldn't believe. Three of her teammates had walked into the area, and had begun to laugh at Sara's predicament.
"Here she is! We've been waiting forever!" said Julie, the obvious leader of the group.
