Lesbian Fun: Female Teacher And Schoolgirl In The Shower
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Young Man Sneaks Into School Locker Room
The locker room reeked of chlorine and damp concrete. My heart pounded as I pressed myself behind the row of gray lockers, their cold metal biting into my shoulder blades.
The shower room was just steps away, the sound of rushing water seeping through the half-open door. I knew I shouldn’t be here. Practice had ended, the gym was empty, only the fading drips of the showers echoed through the space.
But something—a gut feeling, a dark curiosity—kept me from leaving when I heard voices. Female voices. Soft, giggling, then a whisper that sent shivers down my spine. I edged closer, my sneakers squeaking faintly on the slick floor.
Through the door’s crack, I saw them. Emily, the hottest girl in school, stood under the water. Her wet blonde hair clung to her neck, droplets sparkling on her tanned skin.
Her body was flawless, the curves of her ass so perfect I couldn’t look away. She was eighteen, like me, but around her, I always felt like a stammering kid.
Beside her stood Ms. Harper, the gym teacher. Her long, pointed nails, painted red, glinted in the neon light. Mid-thirties, she carried herself with an authority that turned heads, her tight sportswear drawing every eye.
Her dark hair was usually tied in a strict bun, but now, in the shower, loose strands fell across her face. She smiled—a smile both dangerous and inviting.
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My breath caught as Ms. Harper reached out and touched Emily’s shoulder. Her fingers slid slowly down, tracing Emily’s collarbone, then lower, brushing the curve of her breast.
Emily bit her lip, her cheeks flushing, but she didn’t pull away. Instead, she leaned slightly forward, eyes half-closed, surrendering to the touch.
The water pounded their bodies, steam rising in clouds, and the scent of Emily’s coconut shampoo mixed with the sharp tang of Ms. Harper’s perfume, cutting through the humid air.
“You’re so soft,” Ms. Harper murmured, her voice low, almost smoky. She grabbed the shampoo bottle from the floor, squeezing a generous dollop into her palm. Foam spilled between her fingers as she spread it across Emily’s shoulders.
Her hands moved in circles, gliding down Emily’s back, then lower, until they reached the firm rounds of her ass. She kneaded them, her nails leaving faint red marks on the skin. Emily gasped softly, a sound that shot through me.
My mouth went dry, my hands shook as I gripped the locker, unable to tear my eyes away. Ms. Harper took charge. She turned Emily to face her, their gazes locking, intense, almost defiant. Then she leaned in and kissed her.
It wasn’t gentle. Their lips fused with a hunger that seemed to thicken the air. Emily’s hands clutched Ms. Harper’s hips, fingers digging into wet skin.
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Ms. Harper pulled back briefly, only to kiss Emily’s neck, her tongue tracing a wet path to her earlobe.
Emily trembled, her knees buckling, but Ms. Harper held her steady, one hand in her neck, the other still on her ass, squeezing as if claiming every inch. I felt my pulse race, my jeans suddenly too tight.
The sight was taboo, repulsive yet magnetic. I knew I should leave, that every second I stayed dragged me deeper into something inescapable. But my feet were glued to the floor.
Ms. Harper grabbed more shampoo, this time rubbing the foam directly onto Emily’s breasts. Her hands slid over the sensitive skin, thumbs circling the hardened nipples. Emily moaned, a soft, high sound that echoed in my ears.
Ms. Harper smirked, her eyes gleaming with lust. “Like that?” she asked, her voice a husky whisper. Emily nodded, lips parted, unable to speak. Then, with a sudden move, Ms. Harper gripped Emily’s ass tighter, fingers digging deep.
She gave it a light smack, the sound ringing through the room, followed by Emily’s startled gasp. “Kneel,” Ms. Harper commanded, her tone sharp but dripping with desire.
Emily obeyed instantly, her knees hitting the wet tiles. She looked up at Ms. Harper, eyes wide, almost innocent, though her hands already slid along her thighs.
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My heart thundered so loudly I feared they’d hear it. Emily leaned forward, her lips brushing the inside of Ms. Harper’s thighs, then moving higher.
Ms. Harper placed a hand on Emily’s head, her red nails tangling in the wet hair. She guided her, gently but firmly, to where she wanted her. Emily’s tongue moved slowly, almost worshipfully, over Ms. Harper’s pussy lips.
Ms. Harper threw her head back, a deep moan escaping, vibrating through her body. The water kept falling, steam veiling them, but I saw every detail—every twitch of Ms. Harper’s hips, every shudder in Emily’s shoulders.
I clamped my hand over my mouth to muffle my ragged breaths. The sight was overwhelming—the sweet, seemingly innocent schoolgirl giving herself over, and the commanding, sexy MILF hot teacher relishing every second.
My mind spun, a chaotic mess of lust, guilt, and fear, but my body only reacted to what unfolded before me. After a while, Ms. Harper pulled Emily up, her hands firm around her waist. She kissed her again, fiercer this time, their tongues entwining.
Then, with a flick of her wrist, she led Emily to a bench at the edge of the shower area.
“Over my lap,” she said, her voice a seductive growl. Emily hesitated for a heartbeat, then complied, draping her stomach across Ms. Harper’s thighs, her ass slightly raised. Water dripped from her skin, pooling on the tiles.
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Ms. Harper stroked Emily’s back, her nails leaving faint lines, then slid her fingers lower, between Emily’s thighs. She parted them slightly, her hand moving with agonizing slowness.
Emily whimpered, her hands clutching the bench. Ms. Harper leaned forward, whispering something in Emily’s ear I couldn’t hear, before her fingers slipped inside her.
Emily arched, a choked cry escaping as Ms. Harper began to finger her, her movements precise, rhythmic. She smacked Emily’s ass again, harder this time, the sound blending with Emily’s moans.
The red marks on her skin glowed under the neon lights. I could barely breathe. My hands trembled, sweat ran down my back. The scene was hypnotic, every motion, every sound searing into my memory.
But then—a creak. A noise not from the showers. It was the gym door opening, followed by heavy, purposeful footsteps. Someone was coming.
Panic surged through me. My eyes darted to the door, then back to the women, oblivious in their passion. I stumbled backward, my shoulder hitting a locker with a dull thud. Ms. Harper’s head snapped up, her eyes scanning the room.
“What was that?” she hissed, her hand freezing. I didn’t wait. I spun around, bolting, my sneakers skidding on the floor. The footsteps from the gym grew closer, a man’s voice calling out.
I crashed through the locker room’s back door, into the cool night air. My heart raced, my lungs burned as I sprinted across the schoolyard, never looking back. The wind carried the scent of chlorine and coconut shampoo, a final trace of what I’d seen—a secret I could never share.
