An embarrassing wait

It was the longest lunch hour of your life.

Even though you knew that the door was locked, you were still on edge that someone might walk in and see you.

With Ms Webb's office facing outside, you end up curled up underneath her desk, shivering violently as the powerful air conditioning made the room uncomfortable for someone not wearing anything.

With no watch or phone, you had no clue how long you'd been waiting when you'd hear the door unlock, and someone enter. You stifle a gasp when you realise that it isn't Ms Webb! Why would she let someone else in when she knows that you're naked?!

As you hear them searching for something on a shelf, you quickly try to think of what to say if you're caught, but nothing comes to mind that isn't completely humiliating. Horrifingly, a pair of bare legs appear as the person sits down at Ms Webb's computer. You make yourself as small as possible as the girl pulls the chair closer to the desk. If she accidentally kicked you, your position would be revealed, and your life would be over!

You find yourself growing hard as you stare at the limbs that are only inches from your face. You don't know who they belong to, but you'd love to reach out and touch them. You begin to fantasise about pulling off her footwear, tugging down her shorts, and ripping off whatever else she was wearing. You'd never seen a naked woman in real life, but you just knew that whoever owned these legs must look GOOD. Maybe she was single? Maybe she would-

"Everything sorted?"

Ms Webb's voice cut through the air, and your fantasy. The legs disappeared, and you heard them walking away, before the door closed and the general hubbub of school noises was muted.

"You can come out now, Sam. She's gone."

You crawl out of your hiding spot, struggling to rise to your bare feet while keeping your erect penis covered.

Your eyes light up when you see clothes bundled in Ms Webb's arms. You're so distracted by the prospect of being clothed again that it takes you a second to realise that she's speaking to you.

"Well? How did that make you feel? Nearly being seen completely naked by a GIRL?"

"It...it was terrifying..." you confess.

"No one likes a liar, Sam," she smirks, indicating your crotch. "Looks like someone's a little excited!"

"No, you don't understand!" you blurt out, sensing the heat rising in your face.

"It's OK, Sam," she laughs, placing the clothes down on her desk and moving around to sit in her chair. "Feel free to get dressed, if you like."

You don't need a second invitation, so you snatch up her offering: a sports kit that was several sizes too large.

"Cute butt," Ms Webb remarks as you turn your back to pull on what she's chosen for you.

Somehow, wearing this felt even more embarrassing than being nude. The t-shirt hangs loosely off your shoulders, and your waist looks tiny inside the shorts, which would have slid down if you hadn't used your hands to keep them up. There were no shoes or socks, and it was a strange feeling to be going commando, but at least you weren't naked anymore.

You braced yourself for some more ribbing from Ms Webb, but at least the worst was over...