What I think about when I Masturbate Part 2 Splashdown
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I began to develop this fantasy after a few months of masturbating.
It’s silly and very improbable, and I know it would never happen for real like this, but I find it helps me to feel aroused when I masturbate.
Again, I am about sixteen or seventeen.
It’s a Sunday morning and I have gone to Splashdown, which is a Water Park in Poole, Dorset. It’s about half an hour from where I live. I’ve gone there on my own. I would never go on my own for real, but in my fantasy I have travelled there on the bus.
Splashdown is a huge place, with lots of water slides, flumes, whirlpools and shoots, inside and outside. Most of the flumes and chutes all end in a large pool in front of the cafe and spectator area.
I’m sitting in a large rubber ring, floating along one of the “rivers” which leaves the building, and gently meanders outside, and eventually drops down a waterfall back into the building.
As I am enjoying a few moments of calm water, I suddenly realise that four guys have caught up from behind. They are in their early twenties, I guess. They are messing about, making a lot of noise. My rubber ring has slowed to a stop in quiet pool, and they swim level with me.
I try to ignore them, but they seem keen to be annoying.
“Hey...do ya want us to pull you down the river?” one of them calls out.
“No thanks. I’m okay here,” I reply.
“Aw...she don’t want to play with us.” They start laughing. “You sure you don’t want us to pull ya down?”
“Very sure.”
One of them swims over and begins to spin my ring around, with me sat in it, my feet hanging over the edge.
“Please don’t,” I tell him.
“Oooh ...please don’t!!” he says, and the others start laughing, copying him.
“Please don’t....please don’t...please don’t.”
I start feeling a bit scared now. Why doesn’t someone else come down this way and help me?
“Look, just leave me alone, okay,” I tell them, trying to sound brave. “I don’t want to be pulled down there.”
“Well, maybe we should pull something else down then,” he says.
One of the others grins. Suddenly, they are surrounding me, and two of them grab my arms, holding them above my head. I shout at them to get off, but the other two take hold of my legs. I try to fight them off, but they are too strong.
I am helpless, as I watch them begin to pull at my bikini panties. I scream, but the sound is lost in the mix of other shouts and screams from around the water park. Within seconds, the two guys have pulled my panties down my legs and off, revealing my shaved pussy.
To my horror, the other two who have been pinning my arms down start pulling at my bikini top.
“You bastards...leave me alone....” I scream, wriggling and fighting to get loose from their grip.
But it’s no use. Laughing and jeering, they manage to pull my top off, and one of them fondles my breasts. I am helpless, still sat, trapped in the rubber ring, now totally naked, surrounded by these four guys. With my legs still held down on the ring, another guy puts his hand between my legs. I scream and scream, as I feel his fingers rub my outer labia.
Then, as quickly as it had begun, it was over.
“Time to go,” one of them calls out.
Suddenly they are gone, swimming off round a bend in the “river”, one holding my bikini panties, the other my top. I am left there, sat in the ring, naked and trembling.
Now I realise I am in a very difficult situation. I clamber off the ring and stand in the middle of it holding it against me, so that it at least covers my breasts. But it isn’t going to help me for long. Somehow, I have to get back to the changing rooms – but how?
I push the ring out into the flow of water and float along, holding it against my breasts. The river winds round several bends, and then the final chute into the large pool, in front of the cafe area. Terrified, I hold onto the ring and slide down the chute. As I’m taken down the slide, I sit down, by naked bum slipping on the plastic slide. Suddenly I’ve lost my balance, and fall backwards, as the speed increases. The rubber ring slips from my hands, and I slide feet first on my back down the chute, the ring in front of me.
Then, splash. I arrive, totally naked, in the pool in front of the cafe and spectators area.
OMG!!! I’m terrified now, naked in a public viewing area, with nowhere to hide. I look for the ring, but it has drifted across the pool.
I swim towards the side, hoping that no one has been looking as I had emerged from the chute. Maybe I had got lucky. Maybe no one had noticed a naked seventeen year old girl come flying out of the chute into the pool.
But no. Already, I can see several heads turned my way, and expressions of surprise and shock. Oh...shit. I am feeling so shocked by what those guys had done to me, but embarrassed now at being in such an exposed situation.
What the hell am I going to do?
I grab hold of the side rail, and walk around the edge of the pool until I am at the point closest to the exit to the communal lockers and changing areas. There are a few people in the pool looking at me, obviously surprised. There is no sign of the four guys who had placed me in this humiliating position.
When I reach the exit, I realise I have to just do it. I summon up the courage, and then quickly I find the steps with my feet, and climb out of the pool. Wearing nothing but my locker key around my wrist, I step out of the pool, one arm covering my breasts, and the other covering my pussy, and walk quickly past the cafe area. I hear a few cheers as I pass by, from some blokes sat at the tables.
Then, thankfully, I reach the exit. I follow the passage down to the lockers, and pass several people on the way. They just stare are me in disbelief, as I dash past, then through the communal shower area. There are three ladies under the showers. I walk past, and hear one of them call out.
“Oh my God – did you just see that – she had nothing on!”
I turn the corner, hoping that the changing area will be empty, but can hear the buzz of activity, lots of voices and people! Oh Shit!
The changing area at Splashdown is one large space, with changing cubicles and lockers to store belongings. There is no separation between men and women, apart from the toilets.
As I enter the changing room, I am faced with having to get to my locker, through all these people. There are men and women of all ages, some coming in and out of the cubicles, and some putting things in lockers, some dressed and some wearing swimwear.
Still in shock at what the guys did to me, I now face the humiliation of walking through the crowded aisles to locate my locker. I feel my cheeks burning with embarrassment. Trying to cover myself with my hands, I make my way through.
Where is my locker? I look at the number on the key – eight hundred and twenty one. Panicking, I walk up and down the aisles. I get shocked looks as I squeeze past people. Two lads see me, and grin.
“Nice tits love,” one says.
I ignore them and keep walking.
A woman mutters, “Disgusting.”
Thank God! I take the key off my wrist, and put it in the lock. Nearly there. Nearly there. I just need to get my things...then I’m safe.
A middle aged man is putting things in a locker a few feet away, and stares at me, as I stand with nothing on, desperately trying to open my locker.
Shit. Come on. Come on. Shit. Why won’t the key turn? I take it out and turn it round. Shit!!! I can hardly breathe now. Naked and dripping wet, I plead with the key to turn, but it doesn’t. It’s jammed!
Then a couple appear and walk down the aisle towards me. The man’s eyes pop out of his head as he sees me stood there with nothing on. The lady stares at me in disgust.
“Shouldn’t you be using the cubicles to change in? This isn’t the place to undress you know.”
I try to explain that my clothes are in the locker but the lock is jammed. The man keeps staring at my nakedness, smiling at me. I cover my breasts again with my arm in embarrassment, but there is no escaping his gaze.
“Well, put your swim things back on then,” she says in a nasty tone, “This is a public area you know – people don’t want to be seeing slutty girls like you wandering around with nothing on!”
I can feel myself close to tears now.
“I haven’t got my bikini...it was taken off me in the pool.”
But she isn’t listening, and walks off. He follows, but keeps looking at me, until they disappear around the corner.
Fuck. Fuck. I try the lock again. It still won’t turn, and now I can’t even get the key out. Shit. The middle aged guy is still there, pretending he isn’t looking at me.
“Excuse me. Please can you help? My locker is jammed and I can’t get my clothes out,” I plead.
He stares at me, obviously taken aback at having a naked teenage girl stood in front of him.
“Would you go and get someone to help me? I can’t go out there looking like this,” I ask, realising that he is looking down at the puffy lips of my labia.
He nods. “Yeah, Ok. I’ll see if I can find someone for you.”
I thank him, and he walks off down the aisle. I wait nearly fifteen minutes , standing in the aisle as people come and go, seeing their shocked expressions as they realise I have nothing on. I’m getting cold now, and trembling. Is it the cold, or sexual arousal?
Then I see a large bald bloke in a red t-shirt and shorts walking down the aisle, and recognise that he is a member of staff.
“Excuse me, young lady, please don’t wander around here without clothes on. This is a public area,” he calls out.
His eyes are staring at my nakedness, as he approaches me.
“Please would you go into the cubicle and get dressed,” he says. His eyes gaze down at my shaved pussy.
“I can’t. It’s my locker which is jammed,” I try to explain. “I can’t get my clothes out”.
I reach up and try the key again to show him it’s stuck in the lock, although he is looking at my breasts. I feel my cheeks flush hot again, but with embarrassment, or sexual excitement?
“Well, go and put your swimming things back on then,” he replies.
I try to explain to him what had happened in the outdoor river area. He looks at me blankly, like I am speaking a foreign language.
“So why did you take off your clothes in the pool?” he asks.
I can’t believe my ears.
“I didn’t take my clothes off. The four guys pulled them off. Why aren’t you listening to me?” I ask, feeling like I am in a bad dream.
He shakes his head. “Look, just go and put your clothes on please. I won’t tell you again,” he replies.
I stare at him in disbelief.
“I don’t have anything to put on – they stole my bikini! I just told you that.” I feel tears well up in my eyes.
He shakes his head again. “I’m fed up with you kids coming here and causing trouble. I’ll have to speak to the manager about you.”
There are several people around now, looking at me.
“Ok, just open my locker and I’ll get dressed,” I reply, my voice trembling.
He tries the key, but can’t do anything.
“Nah...it’s well jammed. What coin did you use?” he asks, annoyed.
“A one pound coin, of course.”
“Well, it won’t open. I’ll have to get maintenance to come and take it apart.”
“Ok, well, I’ll wait here then until they’ve opened it,” I reply.
“It won’t be done today,” he says, grinning. “They don’t work Sundays.”
I can’t believe my ears.
“Well...what am I going to do? All my things are in that locker...my clothes, my money...everything. I can’t stay here all night!”
Standing in the aisle, I feel the eyes of those around staring at my wet naked body, and I realise that I am no longer covering myself. My nipples are tingling and pointing slightly upwards.
At that moment two young lads walk past me, and I feel a hand on my bottom, squeezing my bottom cheek.
“Just fuck off!” I shout at them, as they walk off, laughing.
The guy grins, then says, “Well, can’t someone come and pick you up?”
I think for a moment. “Yeah, I’ll have to ring my mum to come and get me”. Then I realise my mobile is in the locker.
“Well, you’ll have to come up to the office and use our phone then” he says. “Follow me”.
He turns and walks off down the aisle, and I follow, back through all the people, feeling exposed. He takes me back through the shower area, then through to the open pool area, in front of the cafe. Again, people stare in disbelief as seeing me walking past with nothing on. Then he unlocks a door, and takes me up some stairs, and along a corridor, and into an office.
There are 2 men sat in there at desks, one watching a CCTV screen, and another working on a computer. When they see me walk in behind the bald guy, they stare at me, as I stand there , naked and exposed in front of them. I’ve given up trying to cover myself. It is pointless now.
They gaze for a few moments as the bald guy tells them that my locker is jammed and I’ve got no clothes to put on. I feel my nipples tingling as they look at my breasts and pussy.
“You can use that phone there,” he tells me, pointing to a phone on the desk where one of the men is sat.
I walk over to the desk, pick up the phone and call mum. I tell her about the jammed locker and ask her to bring me some clothes and a towel. I don’t tell her about the four guys stripping my bikini off, or that I’ve been wandering around the building with no clothes on. She will get a shock when she arrives.
“You can wait in here if you want,” one of the other men says. He pulls out a chair and puts it next to him, very close!
I sit down, as they both find themselves distracted from their work. One of them asks me why I’m not wearing any swimwear. Again I explain the incident in the pool. They don’t seem to believe me. One asks what happened to my bikini, and I tell him they took it with them.
The other says he will look at the CCTV recording and see if he can find what happened. He starts going back through the video and we are looking at it on the screen. Eventually he finds the part when I am going down the river on the ring, wearing my bikini. Then on the next bit, he sees me come out down the slide with nothing on.
“Well...there’s no sign of those four guys coming through,” he says, and they all look at me, accusingly.
“But there must be...they were in front of me...carrying my bikini,” I tell them.
They start to laugh at me.
“I reckon you just fancied stripping off for everyone to see your tits,” the other man says, in a horrible tone.
“No...no...that’s not true. They took my bikini off me. They touched me. You must be able to see them on there somewhere,” I plead.
Suddenly the office door opens, and a lady walks in. She stops and stares when she discovers these three men in the room with a naked teenage girl.
“What the hell is going on in here?” Her tone is one of shock and disbelief.
The guy in the shorts starts to tell her that I was found wandering around the changing rooms with no clothes on, so he had to bring me up to the office. He tells her I refused to get dressed. She looks at me in disgust.
“That’s not true,” I plead. “I can’t get dressed...my locker door is jammed. It’s not my fault.”
“Well, why aren’t you wearing your swimwear then?” she demands.
I tell her about the boys in the pool, but one of the office guys tells her they have checked the CCTV and can’t find any evidence of them taking my bikini off. She stares at me.
“So... you just felt like taking your clothes off in the pool then?” she asks.
“No...I’ve just told you...they pulled my bikini off,” I reply, now in tears.
“I don’t believe you. I think you took off your things to show off to them, you little slut,” she says.
I shake my head. “No, I didn’t. You have to believe me,” I sob.
“Shut up, and stand over there, you silly bitch,” she replies.
I get up, and stand in the corner of the room, trying to cover myself again with my hands.
“No,” she shouts. “Put your hands down by your sides.”
They are all looking at me now, staring at my nakedness.
“But, haven’t you got a towel or something I can put around me?” I ask.
“No. we haven’t,” she replies.
I stand in front of them, vulnerable and exposed, as they look at my every detail. I’ve never had people see me naked before. It’s a strange feeling of excitement and vulnerability.
“So...you like to shave then?” one of the men asks me, and he gestures towards my smooth pussy.
I stare at him, not knowing what to say.
“I reckon she likes to show off her cunt, that’s why she shaves it,” the fat guy in the shorts says. “That’s why she was wandering round the changing rooms, letting everyone see it.”
I shake my head. “I’ve told you what happened,” I say, “but you won’t listen to me.”
The woman laughs. “We’ve listened, but we don’t believe you.”
I look at her. I realise the game is up. Its time I admitted it. I wipe away my false tears, and then give them all a defiant smile.
“Yeah....ok...you got me! There weren’t any boys. I took my bikini off myself in the river and threw it out into the plants,” I announce, proudly. “I just wanted to get naked...let guys like you stare at my body.”
I cup my breasts with my hands and begin to rub and massage them, pouting my lips, as they three men stare at me, open mouthed, and watch.
“I knew it!” the manager shouts, “I knew she was lying”.
I giggle at their stunned expressions.
“I stuck a paper clip in the lock, to jam it, just to give me an excuse to have no clothes on.”
“You dirty slut,” she says, “You’ll have to pay for that.”
I give her a naughty smile.
“I don’t mind. It’s been worth it.”
Then, as the men stare at me, I put my right hand down and begin to finger my pussy in front of them, slipping my middle finger in between the lips of my outer labia.
“Don’t you think so, guys?”
They watch as I slide my long finger deep inside, their eyes glued to my smooth pussy. I can immediately tell that all my pent up sexual arousal has caused my pussy to become very wet. I push my finger deeper, and then slowly pull it out, covered with my wetness.
As I do, it is followed by a release of clear, viscous fluid, which dribbles down in a long thread between my legs, and lands on the carpet-tiled floor between my feet.
I then put my finger in my mouth, and suck it clean of my juice, savouring my aromatic flavour. I smile as the three men stare at my teenage nakedness. Their manager is obviously disgusted at my behaviour, but I don’t care now.
As the flow of runny fluid continues to dribble out of my pussy onto the floor, making a dark wet patch on the carpet, I put my hands on my hips.
“So...who wants to touch first then?”
It’s silly and very improbable, and I know it would never happen for real like this, but I find it helps me to feel aroused when I masturbate.
Again, I am about sixteen or seventeen.
It’s a Sunday morning and I have gone to Splashdown, which is a Water Park in Poole, Dorset. It’s about half an hour from where I live. I’ve gone there on my own. I would never go on my own for real, but in my fantasy I have travelled there on the bus.
Splashdown is a huge place, with lots of water slides, flumes, whirlpools and shoots, inside and outside. Most of the flumes and chutes all end in a large pool in front of the cafe and spectator area.
I’m sitting in a large rubber ring, floating along one of the “rivers” which leaves the building, and gently meanders outside, and eventually drops down a waterfall back into the building.
As I am enjoying a few moments of calm water, I suddenly realise that four guys have caught up from behind. They are in their early twenties, I guess. They are messing about, making a lot of noise. My rubber ring has slowed to a stop in quiet pool, and they swim level with me.
I try to ignore them, but they seem keen to be annoying.
“Hey...do ya want us to pull you down the river?” one of them calls out.
“No thanks. I’m okay here,” I reply.
“Aw...she don’t want to play with us.” They start laughing. “You sure you don’t want us to pull ya down?”
“Very sure.”
One of them swims over and begins to spin my ring around, with me sat in it, my feet hanging over the edge.
“Please don’t,” I tell him.
“Oooh ...please don’t!!” he says, and the others start laughing, copying him.
“Please don’t....please don’t...please don’t.”
I start feeling a bit scared now. Why doesn’t someone else come down this way and help me?
“Look, just leave me alone, okay,” I tell them, trying to sound brave. “I don’t want to be pulled down there.”
“Well, maybe we should pull something else down then,” he says.
One of the others grins. Suddenly, they are surrounding me, and two of them grab my arms, holding them above my head. I shout at them to get off, but the other two take hold of my legs. I try to fight them off, but they are too strong.
I am helpless, as I watch them begin to pull at my bikini panties. I scream, but the sound is lost in the mix of other shouts and screams from around the water park. Within seconds, the two guys have pulled my panties down my legs and off, revealing my shaved pussy.
To my horror, the other two who have been pinning my arms down start pulling at my bikini top.
“You bastards...leave me alone....” I scream, wriggling and fighting to get loose from their grip.
But it’s no use. Laughing and jeering, they manage to pull my top off, and one of them fondles my breasts. I am helpless, still sat, trapped in the rubber ring, now totally naked, surrounded by these four guys. With my legs still held down on the ring, another guy puts his hand between my legs. I scream and scream, as I feel his fingers rub my outer labia.
Then, as quickly as it had begun, it was over.
“Time to go,” one of them calls out.
Suddenly they are gone, swimming off round a bend in the “river”, one holding my bikini panties, the other my top. I am left there, sat in the ring, naked and trembling.
Now I realise I am in a very difficult situation. I clamber off the ring and stand in the middle of it holding it against me, so that it at least covers my breasts. But it isn’t going to help me for long. Somehow, I have to get back to the changing rooms – but how?
I push the ring out into the flow of water and float along, holding it against my breasts. The river winds round several bends, and then the final chute into the large pool, in front of the cafe area. Terrified, I hold onto the ring and slide down the chute. As I’m taken down the slide, I sit down, by naked bum slipping on the plastic slide. Suddenly I’ve lost my balance, and fall backwards, as the speed increases. The rubber ring slips from my hands, and I slide feet first on my back down the chute, the ring in front of me.
Then, splash. I arrive, totally naked, in the pool in front of the cafe and spectators area.
OMG!!! I’m terrified now, naked in a public viewing area, with nowhere to hide. I look for the ring, but it has drifted across the pool.
I swim towards the side, hoping that no one has been looking as I had emerged from the chute. Maybe I had got lucky. Maybe no one had noticed a naked seventeen year old girl come flying out of the chute into the pool.
But no. Already, I can see several heads turned my way, and expressions of surprise and shock. Oh...shit. I am feeling so shocked by what those guys had done to me, but embarrassed now at being in such an exposed situation.
What the hell am I going to do?
I grab hold of the side rail, and walk around the edge of the pool until I am at the point closest to the exit to the communal lockers and changing areas. There are a few people in the pool looking at me, obviously surprised. There is no sign of the four guys who had placed me in this humiliating position.
When I reach the exit, I realise I have to just do it. I summon up the courage, and then quickly I find the steps with my feet, and climb out of the pool. Wearing nothing but my locker key around my wrist, I step out of the pool, one arm covering my breasts, and the other covering my pussy, and walk quickly past the cafe area. I hear a few cheers as I pass by, from some blokes sat at the tables.
Then, thankfully, I reach the exit. I follow the passage down to the lockers, and pass several people on the way. They just stare are me in disbelief, as I dash past, then through the communal shower area. There are three ladies under the showers. I walk past, and hear one of them call out.
“Oh my God – did you just see that – she had nothing on!”
I turn the corner, hoping that the changing area will be empty, but can hear the buzz of activity, lots of voices and people! Oh Shit!
The changing area at Splashdown is one large space, with changing cubicles and lockers to store belongings. There is no separation between men and women, apart from the toilets.
As I enter the changing room, I am faced with having to get to my locker, through all these people. There are men and women of all ages, some coming in and out of the cubicles, and some putting things in lockers, some dressed and some wearing swimwear.
Still in shock at what the guys did to me, I now face the humiliation of walking through the crowded aisles to locate my locker. I feel my cheeks burning with embarrassment. Trying to cover myself with my hands, I make my way through.
Where is my locker? I look at the number on the key – eight hundred and twenty one. Panicking, I walk up and down the aisles. I get shocked looks as I squeeze past people. Two lads see me, and grin.
“Nice tits love,” one says.
I ignore them and keep walking.
A woman mutters, “Disgusting.”
Thank God! I take the key off my wrist, and put it in the lock. Nearly there. Nearly there. I just need to get my things...then I’m safe.
A middle aged man is putting things in a locker a few feet away, and stares at me, as I stand with nothing on, desperately trying to open my locker.
Shit. Come on. Come on. Shit. Why won’t the key turn? I take it out and turn it round. Shit!!! I can hardly breathe now. Naked and dripping wet, I plead with the key to turn, but it doesn’t. It’s jammed!
Then a couple appear and walk down the aisle towards me. The man’s eyes pop out of his head as he sees me stood there with nothing on. The lady stares at me in disgust.
“Shouldn’t you be using the cubicles to change in? This isn’t the place to undress you know.”
I try to explain that my clothes are in the locker but the lock is jammed. The man keeps staring at my nakedness, smiling at me. I cover my breasts again with my arm in embarrassment, but there is no escaping his gaze.
“Well, put your swim things back on then,” she says in a nasty tone, “This is a public area you know – people don’t want to be seeing slutty girls like you wandering around with nothing on!”
I can feel myself close to tears now.
“I haven’t got my bikini...it was taken off me in the pool.”
But she isn’t listening, and walks off. He follows, but keeps looking at me, until they disappear around the corner.
Fuck. Fuck. I try the lock again. It still won’t turn, and now I can’t even get the key out. Shit. The middle aged guy is still there, pretending he isn’t looking at me.
“Excuse me. Please can you help? My locker is jammed and I can’t get my clothes out,” I plead.
He stares at me, obviously taken aback at having a naked teenage girl stood in front of him.
“Would you go and get someone to help me? I can’t go out there looking like this,” I ask, realising that he is looking down at the puffy lips of my labia.
He nods. “Yeah, Ok. I’ll see if I can find someone for you.”
I thank him, and he walks off down the aisle. I wait nearly fifteen minutes , standing in the aisle as people come and go, seeing their shocked expressions as they realise I have nothing on. I’m getting cold now, and trembling. Is it the cold, or sexual arousal?
Then I see a large bald bloke in a red t-shirt and shorts walking down the aisle, and recognise that he is a member of staff.
“Excuse me, young lady, please don’t wander around here without clothes on. This is a public area,” he calls out.
His eyes are staring at my nakedness, as he approaches me.
“Please would you go into the cubicle and get dressed,” he says. His eyes gaze down at my shaved pussy.
“I can’t. It’s my locker which is jammed,” I try to explain. “I can’t get my clothes out”.
I reach up and try the key again to show him it’s stuck in the lock, although he is looking at my breasts. I feel my cheeks flush hot again, but with embarrassment, or sexual excitement?
“Well, go and put your swimming things back on then,” he replies.
I try to explain to him what had happened in the outdoor river area. He looks at me blankly, like I am speaking a foreign language.
“So why did you take off your clothes in the pool?” he asks.
I can’t believe my ears.
“I didn’t take my clothes off. The four guys pulled them off. Why aren’t you listening to me?” I ask, feeling like I am in a bad dream.
He shakes his head. “Look, just go and put your clothes on please. I won’t tell you again,” he replies.
I stare at him in disbelief.
“I don’t have anything to put on – they stole my bikini! I just told you that.” I feel tears well up in my eyes.
He shakes his head again. “I’m fed up with you kids coming here and causing trouble. I’ll have to speak to the manager about you.”
There are several people around now, looking at me.
“Ok, just open my locker and I’ll get dressed,” I reply, my voice trembling.
He tries the key, but can’t do anything.
“Nah...it’s well jammed. What coin did you use?” he asks, annoyed.
“A one pound coin, of course.”
“Well, it won’t open. I’ll have to get maintenance to come and take it apart.”
“Ok, well, I’ll wait here then until they’ve opened it,” I reply.
“It won’t be done today,” he says, grinning. “They don’t work Sundays.”
I can’t believe my ears.
“Well...what am I going to do? All my things are in that locker...my clothes, my money...everything. I can’t stay here all night!”
Standing in the aisle, I feel the eyes of those around staring at my wet naked body, and I realise that I am no longer covering myself. My nipples are tingling and pointing slightly upwards.
At that moment two young lads walk past me, and I feel a hand on my bottom, squeezing my bottom cheek.
“Just fuck off!” I shout at them, as they walk off, laughing.
The guy grins, then says, “Well, can’t someone come and pick you up?”
I think for a moment. “Yeah, I’ll have to ring my mum to come and get me”. Then I realise my mobile is in the locker.
“Well, you’ll have to come up to the office and use our phone then” he says. “Follow me”.
He turns and walks off down the aisle, and I follow, back through all the people, feeling exposed. He takes me back through the shower area, then through to the open pool area, in front of the cafe. Again, people stare in disbelief as seeing me walking past with nothing on. Then he unlocks a door, and takes me up some stairs, and along a corridor, and into an office.
There are 2 men sat in there at desks, one watching a CCTV screen, and another working on a computer. When they see me walk in behind the bald guy, they stare at me, as I stand there , naked and exposed in front of them. I’ve given up trying to cover myself. It is pointless now.
They gaze for a few moments as the bald guy tells them that my locker is jammed and I’ve got no clothes to put on. I feel my nipples tingling as they look at my breasts and pussy.
“You can use that phone there,” he tells me, pointing to a phone on the desk where one of the men is sat.
I walk over to the desk, pick up the phone and call mum. I tell her about the jammed locker and ask her to bring me some clothes and a towel. I don’t tell her about the four guys stripping my bikini off, or that I’ve been wandering around the building with no clothes on. She will get a shock when she arrives.
“You can wait in here if you want,” one of the other men says. He pulls out a chair and puts it next to him, very close!
I sit down, as they both find themselves distracted from their work. One of them asks me why I’m not wearing any swimwear. Again I explain the incident in the pool. They don’t seem to believe me. One asks what happened to my bikini, and I tell him they took it with them.
The other says he will look at the CCTV recording and see if he can find what happened. He starts going back through the video and we are looking at it on the screen. Eventually he finds the part when I am going down the river on the ring, wearing my bikini. Then on the next bit, he sees me come out down the slide with nothing on.
“Well...there’s no sign of those four guys coming through,” he says, and they all look at me, accusingly.
“But there must be...they were in front of me...carrying my bikini,” I tell them.
They start to laugh at me.
“I reckon you just fancied stripping off for everyone to see your tits,” the other man says, in a horrible tone.
“No...no...that’s not true. They took my bikini off me. They touched me. You must be able to see them on there somewhere,” I plead.
Suddenly the office door opens, and a lady walks in. She stops and stares when she discovers these three men in the room with a naked teenage girl.
“What the hell is going on in here?” Her tone is one of shock and disbelief.
The guy in the shorts starts to tell her that I was found wandering around the changing rooms with no clothes on, so he had to bring me up to the office. He tells her I refused to get dressed. She looks at me in disgust.
“That’s not true,” I plead. “I can’t get dressed...my locker door is jammed. It’s not my fault.”
“Well, why aren’t you wearing your swimwear then?” she demands.
I tell her about the boys in the pool, but one of the office guys tells her they have checked the CCTV and can’t find any evidence of them taking my bikini off. She stares at me.
“So... you just felt like taking your clothes off in the pool then?” she asks.
“No...I’ve just told you...they pulled my bikini off,” I reply, now in tears.
“I don’t believe you. I think you took off your things to show off to them, you little slut,” she says.
I shake my head. “No, I didn’t. You have to believe me,” I sob.
“Shut up, and stand over there, you silly bitch,” she replies.
I get up, and stand in the corner of the room, trying to cover myself again with my hands.
“No,” she shouts. “Put your hands down by your sides.”
They are all looking at me now, staring at my nakedness.
“But, haven’t you got a towel or something I can put around me?” I ask.
“No. we haven’t,” she replies.
I stand in front of them, vulnerable and exposed, as they look at my every detail. I’ve never had people see me naked before. It’s a strange feeling of excitement and vulnerability.
“So...you like to shave then?” one of the men asks me, and he gestures towards my smooth pussy.
I stare at him, not knowing what to say.
“I reckon she likes to show off her cunt, that’s why she shaves it,” the fat guy in the shorts says. “That’s why she was wandering round the changing rooms, letting everyone see it.”
I shake my head. “I’ve told you what happened,” I say, “but you won’t listen to me.”
The woman laughs. “We’ve listened, but we don’t believe you.”
I look at her. I realise the game is up. Its time I admitted it. I wipe away my false tears, and then give them all a defiant smile.
“Yeah....ok...you got me! There weren’t any boys. I took my bikini off myself in the river and threw it out into the plants,” I announce, proudly. “I just wanted to get naked...let guys like you stare at my body.”
I cup my breasts with my hands and begin to rub and massage them, pouting my lips, as they three men stare at me, open mouthed, and watch.
“I knew it!” the manager shouts, “I knew she was lying”.
I giggle at their stunned expressions.
“I stuck a paper clip in the lock, to jam it, just to give me an excuse to have no clothes on.”
“You dirty slut,” she says, “You’ll have to pay for that.”
I give her a naughty smile.
“I don’t mind. It’s been worth it.”
Then, as the men stare at me, I put my right hand down and begin to finger my pussy in front of them, slipping my middle finger in between the lips of my outer labia.
“Don’t you think so, guys?”
They watch as I slide my long finger deep inside, their eyes glued to my smooth pussy. I can immediately tell that all my pent up sexual arousal has caused my pussy to become very wet. I push my finger deeper, and then slowly pull it out, covered with my wetness.
As I do, it is followed by a release of clear, viscous fluid, which dribbles down in a long thread between my legs, and lands on the carpet-tiled floor between my feet.
I then put my finger in my mouth, and suck it clean of my juice, savouring my aromatic flavour. I smile as the three men stare at my teenage nakedness. Their manager is obviously disgusted at my behaviour, but I don’t care now.
As the flow of runny fluid continues to dribble out of my pussy onto the floor, making a dark wet patch on the carpet, I put my hands on my hips.
“So...who wants to touch first then?”
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