A familiar face came to your aid

You’re on the verge of orgasm, lying on the ground and covered in dirt. Humiliating wouldn’t describe even half of what you were feeling at this moment.

You sat up and peeked over the green shrubbery, the prickly leaves and branches poking against your breasts. To your surprise, no leering eyes were on you, instead, all of the men had returned to the class, in the center of the courtyard several yards away. You hated the idea of ditching class on your first day, but you had more pressing issues to deal with first.

You crouched as low as you could and sneaked through the shrubbery and the courtyard. You frantically checked for any guys looking your way, feeling your heart soar out of your chest. Thankfully for you, the entrance wasn’t too far from your initial hiding spot, evading your classes gaze swiftly.

Now inside and tracking dirt behind you, it became your mission to find a restroom or shower, preferably an empty one. You glanced down at yourself, your breasts were covered in dirt along with the rest of your body, but more importantly your nipples were so sharp you could poke an eye out with them. You went to cover your chest, and as your arm grazed your nipples, you felt a jolt of ecstasy surge through your stomach, all the way to your core.

“Fuck~” You whispered to yourself, unaware just how horny you were. A gentle breeze against your womanhood could cause your knees to buckle at this state, so you hurried through the hallway.

Since covering your chest wasn’t on the table, you chose to cup your pussy lips with both hands, careful to not touch your sensitive folds. But as you traversed the campus hallway, you couldn’t help but feel grimy. The cold A/C tickled your skin, and it made the now dried up mud and dirt obnoxiously noticeable. But this feeling of uncleanliness wasn’t just from the dirt, but from your unorthodox attendance. Forced to exist in such a clean, respectable school in nothing but socks and shoes felt wrong, like a bad dream harping on your insecurities. But despite how it made you feel, you’ve never felt so sexually active before. A virgin like yourself is as turned on by exposing herself to countless men and attractive Deans? You fear for what you might become by the end of the semester, let alone the week!

Nevertheless, you eventually found a restroom. You peeked inside, and luckily no one was there. Relived, you enter the bathroom. You look to your left and saw a line of urinals, still a complete culture shock to you as you’ve rarely encountered them before. To your right was the sinks and mirrors, and you happened to catch a glance at yourself.

From head to shin, you were covered in dirt and filth, surprised a cloud of dust hadn’t formed around you yet. The only parts of you that weren’t dirty, ironically enough, your womanhood and your inner thighs as they were covered in a thin sheen of fluid.

You should feel embarrassed, or at least disappointed in yourself, getting off to showing off your body like this in public, but you had worse problems to deal with, and one of them was cleaning yourself off.

Turning the sink on and grabbing a handful of paper towels, you began dapping soaked paper towels against your skin, breaking down any dirt a fan grim off your body. It was horribly inefficient, leaving large dirt stains across your skin and caused the paper towels to become dirty themselves. You feared it would take you all afternoon to clean yourself like this, and several rolls of paper towels to boot.

You chuck a dirty brown clump of paper toward the trash can, frustrated by your lack of progress cleaning yourself. You missed, instead sticking the paper towel onto the wall just above the trash can, but just as the wet ball squished against the tile wall, a familiar face popped his handsome grin around the corner.

“Hey! Someone throwing paper towels in hear and didn’t invite—” Marcus, the dark haired, tanned guy you met earlier, stopped as he saw you. You and him were frozen in time for a moment, stuck in another awkward standoff, though this time he didn’t have his cock out.

“You alright? Looks like you rolled around in mud!” Marcus pointed out the obvious, followed by a quick chuckle.

“Y-Yeah, actually…” You replied, omitting what else you were rolling on, or humping on to be correct.

Marcus walked up to you and reached inside his varsity jacket, letting you get a good look at his muscular build yet again. He pulled out an ornate handkerchief in the schools colors and ran water over it for a couple seconds. “This’ll work better.” He handed you the damp cloth, taking an opportunity to scan your figure, making you weak to your knees.

“Erm… T-Thanks…” You gently accepted the wet cloth and rubbed it against your skin. Marcus watched your hand as you cleaned yourself, making you blush uncontrollably as his emerald green eyes tracked your every movement.

“So, you some kind of streaker or something? This is like, the second time I’ve seen you walking around naked today.” Marcus asked.

“Well, not exactly…” You meekishly reply as you rub the dirt off your stomach. “I’m forced to be like this. It’s some kind of legal loophole the school’s using to justify my attendance here. They accidentally enrolled me into a full time scholarship, and now I’m here, completely naked…” You said. Hearing it for yourself, you couldn’t begin to believe that bizarre situation you found yourself in.

Marcus was taken aback slightly, placing his hand on your shoulder and squeezing it gently. “Damn, for real? If I were you, I couldn’t last one second without wanting to cum my brains out.”

“E-Excuse me?” You said, surprised by such a blunt admission.

“I mean, think about it, you get to be naked consequence free? That’s the hottest thing ever! I’d be stiff 24/7 if I were in your shoes.” Marcus elaborated.

“I-It’s embarrassing, not hot!” You exclaimed. Your unusual and perverted situation being seen as hot made your heart race with embarrassment, forcing you to turn away from Marcus less you pop a blood vessel in your cheeks. Unintentionally, you just give Marcus a perfect view of your round ass instead.

“You sure? I swear you were getting off to it earlier?”

“N-N-No I wasn’t!” You stammered, hugging your arms across your chest the hide your erect nipples. “You had your cock out and everything. That’s what turned me on!” You said, only telling half the truth.

“Really? Then how come your nipples were harder than steel, and do I even need to mention how wet you looked before we started jerking off together? You came almost immediately!” Marcus said as he rested his arms on your shoulders, leaning closer to your ear. “You don’t have to lie to me, you know?” He whispered, sending a shiver down your spine all the way down to your pussy.

“L-Lie to you about what?” You tried to clean yourself, but Marcus was not only frustrating you, but he was turning you on too. With one hand covering your breasts and the other attempting to clean your skin, you struggled as each time the cloth made contact with it, a jolt of pleasure surged through your body.

“That you’re an exhibitionist. You like exposing yourself to people.” Marcus explained in a low whisper.

Shocked and in denial, you turn back around and push Marcus away! He was caught off guard, but kept himself up right as he stumbled back.

“I-I’m not some pervert who enjoys this! I-I hate being naked!” You exclaimed with rock hard nipples, a pussy leaking faster than a rusted sink pipe, and goosebumps all across your body.

“Hey, I never said you were a pervert! There’s nothing wrong with being honest about your sexuality, Heather.” Marcus explained.

“B-But…” You tried to talk back, but your emotions overwhelmed your ability to talk.

“The way I see it, is you ain’t getting your clothes back, so why worry about it? Why not enjoy the freedom of being naked and explore yourself?” Marcus grabbed your hands, squeezing them gently.

“But… but it’s embarrassing… and with only guys here…”

“I get it. It must be tough on you, but I think you’ll get through it and realize you might actually enjoy it.” Marcus replied with a soft smile. “I know you’ve only just met me, but if you ever need help don’t be afraid to ask, Heather.”

“You sure?” You replied. Your eyes were transfixed by his shining emerald eyes, detecting no lies or malice in his words. Perhaps you could trust him after all. Marcus then let go of your hands and held his arms out towards you, wrapping them around your back and hugging you!

Your heart skipped a beat as Marcus embraced you, hugging you firmly, but not too tight. You hope the dirt or other things on your body don’t stain his clothes. After a couple of seconds he relents and backs off.

“You okay now?” Marcus asked.

“Y-Yeah… I guess.” You replied pensively, still feeling the phantom sensation of Marcus’s arms wrapped around you. It made you feel safe, hidden away from the world in his embrace.

“Good. I’ll leave you alone to finish cleaning. Keep the handkerchief if you’d like, I got spares.” Marcus said, but just as he was about to leave, you lunged forward and grabbed his arm before he could go.

“No! N-not yet, please stay!” You said awkwardly as the right words refused to come out, and only primal want came through.

“Oh, okay.” Marcus turned back around. “You don’t have to tell me twice, Ma’am.”

“C-Could you help me… clean myself…” You asked with fluster cheeks. It was hard to even look him in the eyes as you asked him.

“Sure! I’m always down to help, always.” Marcus said as he grabbed the cloth from your hands.

He began rinsing the handkerchief under the water, letting the dirt drain down the sink before dampening it again.

“Spread your arms and legs out for me, please?” Marcus asked with a soft smile, eyeing you up and down.

Hesitantly, you raised both arms out slightly and spread your legs out, giving Marcus a fully unobstructed view of your bare body. He took a moment to admire you, analyzing every bit of bare flesh you had exposed. You bit your lip as your body quivered underneath his gaze. Only your doctor and your parents have seen you this exposed before, and now an attractive guy was eating you up, ready to touch you all over.

The second he started cleaning, your knees almost gave in with how sensitive your body was. Either being touched starved or extremely horny, who’s to say, but nevertheless Marcus cleaning your body quickly became an intimate moment.

He started with your arms, rubbing down the length of your arms and cleaning your shoulders and armpits. You refused to speak, instead keeping yourself grounded by watching Marcus’s eyes as they dart around your body. They were both focused and erratic, as he cleaned he made sure he got every speck of dirt he could, but once he started rinsing the handkerchief, he couldn’t help but stare at your perky breasts and bare stomach. You didn’t blame him, he’s a guy after all, but it was still embarrassing to say the least.

After cleaning both arms he moved to your bare stomach, where your attempts at cleaning left large splotches and smudged dirt across your torso. He gently rubbed your belly in soft circles, cleaning the dirt and grim graciously. Each soft touch against your tummy made the butterflies in your stomach fly erratically. Your legs quaked with each damp dab he placed on your bare flesh. You felt like melting into his arms.

He then moved up, cleaning the dirt off your breasts. He palmed the handkerchief and cupped your left tit, forcing a stifled moan out of you. His firm grip and pressure on your erect nipple made it impossible to not voice out your pleasure.

“Are you alright?” Marcus asked with a knowing smirk on his face.

“Y-Yeah…” You said back with your head held low, too embarrassed and turned on to look him in the eyes.

You bit down on your lower lip hard enough to almost draw blood as he rubbed the dirt off each breasts individually. Each accidental, or intentional, touch, graze, or flick against your nipples sent shockwaves down to your core. You feared his teasing could make you cum on the spot, but thankfully he was done with your sex mounds before he could test that theory.

“Turn around for me, please?” He asked in a low whisper in your ear.

Still recovering from the barrage in your breasts, you silently turn away from Marcus. He wasted no time and started washing your backside, working down your spine till he got to your ass.

You saw in the mirror as he squatted down low, admiring your round rear before rubbing soft circles into your fatty cheeks individually. You thought of painting to distract from how turned on you were by him cleaning your ass, u til you felt him grabbing your butt cheeks and spreading them!

“W-What are you doing!” You exclaimed.

“There’s some dirt between them. Wouldn’t want to miss a spot, Nudie McCoy.” Marcus said with a chuckle.

“Oh shut u-ahhhh!” You replied, but were cut off by a sudden moan as you felt his handkerchief rubbing against your asshole. Your core was ablaze as he teased your rear exit, struggling to suppress further moans as he thoroughly cleaned the inside and out of your cheeks.

“P-Please warn me next time!” You said, annoyed but also turned on by his exploration. No man had touched you like this before, in places only medical professionals had access to. It was both terrifying and thrilling, being so exposed and vulnerable to this stranger you’ve just met.

After the excursion of your backside, Marcus then began whipping down your legs, rubbing your pillowy thighs and long legs all the way down till he got to your shins. Your socks and shoes were a mess, covered in mud and dirt, but you didn’t care enough for Marcus to clean them.

Soon after, Marcus was finished cleaning the dirt off your bare body. You turned around and looked into the mirror, and to your surprise every speck of grim and mud was cleaned off.

“Thanks, Marcus…” You reply sheepishly, still embarrassed by the whole process, and incredibly turned on.

“No problem! Like I said, you can count of me to help.” Marcus replied.

You bit your lip, looking down at yourself and back at Marcus. You were dripping wet, and all you could think of was Marcus touching you, touching you in the one place he hadn’t yet.

“But, I think you might’ve missed a spot…” You took your hand and spread your lips apart, exposing your clit and the insides of your womanhood. Your breath was hot and labored, and Marcus quickly got the message.

“Seems like I did. You mind if do a deep clean?” Marcus asked with a sultry grin.

“Please!” You said unapologetically.

Marcus got closer to you and wrapped his around your back to support you. With his other hand, he took the handkerchief and started teasing your wet folds, rubbing the length of your pussy and grazing his thumb against your clit.

You practically screamed, throwing your head back as waves of pleasure rocked your body. You moan with your full chest as his fingers rub your entrance, ready for his fingers to make the next move.

He then shoved two fingers inside you, with your brain melting as the handkerchief rubbed your vaginal walls. You became a blubbering mess as he thrusted his digits inside your pussy.

“You’re so wet, baby girl! You must really like being naked, don’t you?” Marcus sweet talked you, aggressively fingering you as you leaned against the bathroom sink.

Your body was on fire and your nerves were on overdrive. You could barely form a thought as his fingers ravaged your pussy, his handkerchief scrapped your insides, causing you to scream gutturally in pure pleasure.

“Yes yes yes yes yes yes don’t stop don’t stop don’t stop!” You exclaim in mumbled speech.

Before you knew it, your body began to convulse as you squirted all over Marcus’s fingers and the floor. Marcus held you tight, gently holding you as you slowly feel to the floor as he continued to finger your pussy. Your screams and moans echoed through the bathroom, and probably into the hall but you didn’t care, as your orgasm was the best it ever was in years.

As you come down from your earth shattering climax, Marcus gently rubbed your soaked folds and the back of your neck, soothing your body as it recovered. You felt like sleeping in his arms, almost curling up against his chest, but the angle was too awkward to maintain, so you simply laid flat against the tiled floor.

Several moments later, you found yourself resting on the floor of the restroom, but now you were alone! You sat up and saw two things between your legs. One of them was the handkerchief Marcus used to wash you down, and the other was a small note. You took the note and read it aloud.

“Keep the handkerchief, as a memory of our enlightening moment between each other. P.S. My dorm room is 278 if you ever want to visit…”

You stood up and quickly feel your post Jill clarity kicking in. The cool A/C blowed against your bare body, covered in damp water and bodily fluids. Your lust had vanished and all that was left was the embarrassing knowledge that you couldn’t get dressed. You looked up at the clock and noticed your biology class was still in session. You shuttered at the thought of leaving the rest room completely exposed, but knew you’d have to leave eventually.

So regrettably, you left the privacy of the rest room, looking back at the spot you woke up from with fond memories. You could only hope to continue them sometime in the future with Marcus.