It was a Thursday afternoon. I had just finished up a gym class and I had helped the teacher to put the equipment away after we were finished the class. I usually did this as I had my car and was not rushing for the bus to get home. By the time I had made it to the changing room the other guys were just about to leave meaning I had the changing room and showers to myself. I kind of preferred that as sometimes the guys would make comments about my eight inch member. It wasn't bullying, I just thought they were jealous.
I showered in the open plan showers, got dressed and went to my car. Usually by this point Sarah was there waiting on me but today she wasn't. I got into the car and sent her a text message to ask her where she was. A couple of minutes later she replied telling me that she was on her way and asking if I could give Alison a lift home. I text Sarah back saying that giving Alison home wouldn't be a problem and, after a minute, both the girls climbed into the car.
"You took your time." I said.
"Yeah, we got into a bit of bother with Miss. Watson." said Sarah.
Miss. Watson was a relatively new teacher. She was only two years older than we were; she was a student at the school, left and came back a few years later as a teacher. Miss. Watson was hot. She had a slim figure but very curvy as well as a very pleasant person. All the girls loved getting her for lessons as she was so nice and encouraging, all the guys loved getting her for lessons as they would all eye her up through the class and then she was the talk of the changing rooms after the lesson had ended. I thought she was stunning as well and had often found myself staring at her very fine ass or big tits.
"Oh yeah, what did you do?" I asked as I started the car and pulled out of the parking space.
"It was your fault." Sarah snapped, but I knew she mean this in a playful way.
"My fault?! What did I do now?"
Sarah looked to Alison in the back seat and smiled but said nothing.
"What did I do?" I repeated.
"Well..." began Alison slowly "do you remember a couple of weeks ago when we were round at Katie's?"
"I do." I said. What I wanted to say was "You mean the night that my girlfriend and three of her female friends sucked my cock while completely topless?" but I thought that "I do." would be sufficient.
"Miss. Watson overheard us talking about it." said Alison.
"What Alison isn't mentioning is that Miss. Watson specifically heard us talking in detail about your dick." said Sarah. I looked at Sarah and raised my eyebrows. "I didn't know she was right behind us!"
"I know!" exclaimed Alison. "It's not like we were talking loudly or anything, she can just sneak up on you without being heard!"
"So what did she say to you?"
"She held us back until the changing room was empty and told us that what we were talking about was an inappropriate discussion for school regardless of how impressive we find the subject." Said Sarah.
"Did she actually say that?" I asked feeling a mixture of embarrassment and pride.
"Yep," said Sarah simply, "it was Alison that described it as impressive."
I glanced at Alison in the mirror. "I actually said 'fucking impressive'.".
I sighed and said jokingly "I know. This life chose me, you know..."
"Oh shut up!" Said Sarah playfully and hitting my arm while Alison laughed.
After a few minutes we were at Alison's house. She lived not far out of the town where we went to school. We said goodbye and carried on up the road. Sarah was about five minutes away from Alison on a farm. We drove up there chatting about this and that and we eventually pulled in at her house. I told her that I would see her in the morning, gave her a kiss and headed home not giving a second thought to Miss. Watson warning.
Until, that is, when it all came flooding back a week later.
It was the following Thursday.
Things were exactly the same as the following week. I had helped put the equipment away and headed through to the now empty changing room. I stripped off, grabbed my towel and shower gel and headed to the shower. I hung my towel up on one of the pegs by the door and turned a shower on. I stood for a minute or two under the hot water letting it remove the sweat I had worked up over my hour of physical activity. I thought I heard a clicking noise but didn't think too much of it; the area with the gym was an old part of the school and the pipes made random noises. I opened my shower gel bottle, squirted some onto my hands and began to wash my face. After a few seconds I got the feeling I was being watched. I rinsed the soap out of my eyes and looked over my shoulder. There was someone there alright.
It was Miss. Watson. Alison was right, she could sneak up on you.
My back was to her and I tried to cover myself up best I could. I thought of grabbing my towel but Miss. Watson was between me and it. I also noticed that she was wrapped in a towel. I gulped and spoke, trying to sound as normal as I could.
"Err," I said, "hello. Everything ok?"
"You will face me when you're talking to me." She said, somewhat curtly. This what out of sorts for her.
"Ok." I said. "Could you please pass me my towel?"
"No." was the reply.
I turned round hands still covering my penis. I could feel it beginning to get hard. Not now, I thought.
"Arms by your side, you have nothing I haven't seen before." Miss. Watson said.
I hesitated and slowly moved my hands to my sides. Miss Watson did not break eye contact for a moment then her eyes wandered down to my crotch.
"Well," she said, a smile starting to form on her face, "maybe you do have something I haven't seen before. Miss. Robertson was right; fucking impressive."
I glanced down to my semi-erect member. Most of the guys in my glass would have killed to be in my position. I tried to think of something to say, something dynamic. "Thank you." was all I managed.
"You will call me Miss." she said.
"Yes," I replied quickly, "Thank you, Miss."
Her eyes left my dick and looked around. "You're here late."
"Yes, Miss. I was helping Mr. Marshall to put the equipment away."
"I see. Well, I am going to shower."
"In here?" I asked.
"Is there a problem?"
"Wouldn't you be happier in the female changing room?"
Her eyes once again found my penis. "No..." she said slowly, "I don't think I would." She looked at me, smiled and dropped her towel.
It's an odd feeling, when you feel most of the blood leave parts of your body and rush straight for your genitals, but that's what I felt happened. I tried to look away; I really did. But I couldn't do it for long. Miss. Watson was standing there, her fine hourglass figure on display. Her breasts were somehow larger when freed from the constraints of clothing and she had a single, well kept line of hair at her crotch. Miss Watson hung her towel next to mine and walked passed me, her perfectly large, pert breasts bouncing a little as with every step. She chose the shower to the left of me, turned the tap and let the water run down her body. She looked at my rock hard dick. I went to turn away.
"What did I say about facing me?" she said.
"Yes, Miss. Sorry, Miss." I turned back around.
"That's a really big cock." she said. "It must be about ten inches when it's all hard?"
"That's right, Miss."
She made a small impressed noise. "Jerk it for me."
