It was a quite normal day at college. Lectures and tutorials filled the morning and afternoon. It was about 3ish when a pressing matter made me excuse myself from class.
I always took my time when visiting the girls room. I believed that pressing too hard would dis figure my little orifice and that to me was the last thing I would ever want.
I came from a wealthy family and had everything one could wish for, even my striking good looks.
A perfect combination of my, beautiful parents, good genes.
Long reddish blond hair, tall lean body and ample breasts like my mother.
After carefully wiping I made sure my clothes were perfect before I left the stall and washed my hands.
Just as I reached the door it was pushed open from the other side which gave me a little fright but I quickly composed my self and smiled a friendly "Hello" to the girl who came in.
Half way back to the classroom I suddenly frowned and remembered that the same girl had entered the girls room the day before, just as I left.
I thought back to the beginning of the week. I had been to the toilet and could remember that the stall next to me was occupied and that I had seen that, same, girl walking through the hallway shortly after.
I wondered if this was all a coincidence. The thought haunted me the rest of the afternoon. Back in my privet dorm room I lay on bed and pondered the thought some more.
The thoughts spun around my brain and I needed to find out if my assumption was correct. I had an idea and would find out the truth the next day.
The next morning went as slow as a wet week. Silently I smiled to my self in anticipation of what would happen if my thoughts were correct. The idea of having a secret admirer appealed to me. If this was all true I had planned to take the situation to a new level and new adventure.
Being at an all girl's school was my own choice. It saves me from having to deal with the constant onslaught of boys who try to impress me with their hyped up stories, material possessions and constant bragging. Sure I have had a few boyfriends and "No " I'm certainly not a virgin. But some how I find boys boring.
I have never, ever, thought about women in a sexual way and never believed I would but the idea that popped into my head, yesterday, somehow had my clit yearning for attention.
I must admit that at the end of the evening my fantasy had become so over whelming that, without even purposely doing it, I fingered my soaking wet womanhood to what was one of the most extreme orgasms that I had ever experienced.
I smiled as my daily movement made its self noticed. A wicked thought popped up in my head and I held the pressing matter back till I could wait no more.
After over an hour I quickly made my way to the girls room and quite explosively relieved myself from the waste of the enormous dinner I had the night before.
It was a real stinker I must admit but if my thoughts were right it would be perfect for what was about to happen.
As predicted she was about to enter the girls room when I opened the door. Again I smiled and said "hello" with a friendly voice.
She muttered a reply and quickly disappeared into the room with her eyes cast to the ground.
Holding the door handle down I let it close behind me. Silently I reopened the door!
I stood silently across the stall, which I had just left, resting against the washbasin with my cellphone in hand.
Silently recording every sound that came from the stall before me.
She took a good 5 minutes. Without being able to see anything I knew by the tell tail noises that she masturbated and climaxed immensely.
I heard her use the toilet paper and flush. She pulled her clothes back up and opened the door.
After a brief moment of surprise the blood drained from her face as she stared into the lens of my cell phone. In the next moment her face exploded into a bright red that soon turned purple in shame. Her knees trembled and she gripped onto the door to stop herself from collapsing.
Silently I filmed every expression that brushed over her face until her eyes glazed up and big tears rolled down her cheeks and she began to sob.
In a fleeting moment I felt sorry for her as she slowly sat down on the toilet and cried like a small child.
I stopped the recording and put the phone back in my purse. Looking at her in the mirror I pulled out the small envelope I had ready for this moment.
She sobbed into her hands loudly and never heard me step in front of her but she must have sensed it as she slowly looked up at me towering above her.
I passed her the envelope and disappeared without word.
The jaws of the trap had snapped shut and there was no way she could escape the mess she had gotten herself into. She knew that she would have to submit to any and everything. Should she wish to avoid any shame and scandal there could be following what had just happened.
I found out that the girl only recently had joined the school. Her name was Kitty and she was a very shy young girl.
It was 2 minutes to seven and if she had followed the instructions in the envelope correctly, she would knock on the door at exactly 7pm.
My room was dead silent except for the ticking of the clock on the wall and the thumping of my heart. The two minutes seemed to take forever. The hand of the clock marched its way to the 7th hour. My heart stopped... Knock knock knock.
Quickly I composed myself. In the roll I was about to play there would be no room for doubt or room for a moments lack of complete control of the situation.
In a clear voice, though not too loudly, I called out "come in"
Slowly the handle rotated and the door opened Kitty slipped inside dressed in a long raincoat as described in the letter and closed the door quietly behind her.
Silently she stood with her back to the wall as I finished the sentence and closed the laptop. I swiveled around from behind my desk and looked at her for the first time since this afternoon.
She looked very frail. Her eyes were still red from crying and the slight quiver in her lip told me she was still on the verge of breaking down again.
Slowly I stood up and crossed the room to her. I took her hand that she had crossed in front of her and lead her, like a child, to the center of the room.
She kept her eyes glued to the ground as I slowly walked around her. She was a head smaller than I and had nice long dark blond hair that she had tied in a ponytail. Standing beside her I ran a finger down her shoulder, across her breast and tapped on the first button that held her coat closed around her frail body.
"Take it off!"
Her face cringed in sadness and a tear rolled down her cheek. Knowing her fate she slowly raised her hands and un-buttoned the raincoat.
As instructed she was completely naked under the coat. After the last button was unbuttoned the coat slightly fell open and I got my first glimpse of her nudity.
