Forget the build up and suspense.
There I was. 15 years old. Waiting for the girls P.E teacher Mrs Brooker to answer the door of the girls changing room. I had serve a detention she had give me that day, after catching me set up a practical joke.
Knock, knock, knock!! Still no answer. My half hour was served, tidying up the equipment Mrs Brookers last class left.
I was about to leave without telling the unaswering teacher, which no doubt would've got me into more trouble. "What do I do?" I thought to myself. "Go in and see if she's there or chip off home?".
I took the 1st options in was encroaching on my weekend. I opened the girls changing room do and leaned in. "Mrs Brooker. I'm fiiinished!" I said loudly. No answer. @@@@Mrs Brooker can I go home please?" I added. Still no answer.
Frustrated I walked in and strolled up to her office (like the male P.E teachers office but opposite side). No sign of the slightly lesbian looking chubs yet with big boobs.
"Miss! Miss" I called again.
Still to no avail.
I her movement. But coming from the gym that separated the girls from the lads room. Hastily I made my way into the gym. As I got in there all I could her was heavy breathing. Like someone had done a massive workout. But it kept going. Then a moan. It was coming from the gyms walk-in equipment cupboard. I knew what was going on but I had to see. I snook over and hid behind a crash Matt. I slowly looked over the Matt only to see MrsBrooker with her trackie bottoms down along with her wet and stained looking knickers, finger fucking herself.
What was a hormonal, perpetually horny 15 year old lad to do? That's right I watched her batter her wet pussy as I wanked slowly watching my increasingly more attractive teacher finger her loose bald pussy...