A Middle School most of the more mature boys had a crush on the two most mature girls in the school. Pauline B and Jean Y had all the right curves in all the right places, and could have easily passes for young women a good five years older. They both wore short skirts, and tight blouses, but the real treat was in the summer on a sports afternoon. On those days they parading around In the shortest, tightest blue shorts and small body white clinging signets! Their long legs, pert breasts and rounded bums were a delight to see.

Many boys asked them out but were always turned down. Why would two very attractive and mature young ladies want to go out with immature stupid boys? They could choose any number of boys from the local secondary school, who would be older and less stupid!

The boys and girls showers were dived by a very high wall- which did not go up to the very high ceiling. An old cloak room had been converted, to make way for this modern facility in this 1930's school. There was no way that we could climb up and look over, boys did try standing on each other's shoulders but to no avail!
On this particular day I had been ogling the dark haired Pauline and the blonde girl Jean, whilst I was playing volley ball. They were standing nearby chatting wearing their usual body-cladding regulation sportswear. They were both very good at athletics and dance, and I read in the local newspaper, that Jean went on to represent her County in the years that followed.

I was asked to help put the sports equipment away, and then made my way back to the changing room and showers. One of my fellow pupils thought it would be funny to chuck my bag over the wall into the girls shower room! I was left o n my own with my books etc in my bag – which was now in forbidden territory. With no teacher around I had to be brave.
I listened in the now silent room, and could hear no water running. I then went and listen at the girls changing room door, again no noise at all, not even a whisper. I gently pushed opened the door and pepped I inside. I could see my bag and half way inside the changing room, which like the boys was full with rows of double-sided cloakroom bench with hat and coat hook rails.

I could feel my heart racing as I crept inside, I felt like a commando on a mission!
I reached down to pick up my bag, and then heard a noise from the far corner, behind the last cloakroom rail. It was covered in clothing, and I would not see beyond it. My curiosity got the better of me, and I silently and slowly approached, on all fours. From this level I could see two girls' naked feet!
I then got right up to the bench and was able to pear through the clothing. To by delight and amazement it was Pauline and Jean, completely naked. Their hair and bodies were wet and their towels were on the tiled floor. Not just that, as I got a better view they were holding hands and kissing on the lips, but their bodies were not touching. They then put their arms around each other and cuddled, then continued kissing, only more passionately.
Their hands then glided over each other, squeezing bottoms and cupping breasts. Pauline was this first to move her head down and kiss her friend's bare breast on the erect nipple, Jean then reciprocated. I continued to watch for a good five minutes as they continued to explore their bodies. I then realised that they would soon stop and that I might be caught!

I crept back out of the changing room and then realising just why they were not interested in us boys!