Custodian

Her thoughts where a blur "is this guy for real? Can I believe him? He's probably just a pervert and is gonna send those pics out anyway! Do I keep going? Maybe I should seriously get some help and end this here. What's the worst that could happen? Um, posters of me all over campus wearing this thing could be what happen! At least I look sexy. WTF! I'm losing my mind. How had things gotten so out of control? Was she really contemplating one of these options?" Sammy weighed those options and she was at a loss as to how she would even approach the second choice but the first..... " So one guy sees me laying here with this thing on and my tits out. I can handle that right?" She asked her self. "Ok, I can do this but if more pics show up I'll cut my losses."

Sammy walked to the door and peaked out. There he was pushing his cleaning cart and emptying trash cans as he came down the hall. She had seen him before and he was actually an attractive guy. "Ok, a couple minutes and he's here.... To see my tits. OMG! I can't do this" she thought. She closed the locker room door and turned around. She looked across the room and got a glimpse of herself in the mirror. " I do look good" she mused "gonna be this guys lucky day if I can muster the courage." Her breasts where framed by the bra perfectly giving them an almost unnatural stature. Her pink nipples where now a darker shade from the tautness of them. She reached up with one hand and squeezed her left nipple. Hot fire ran through her body. She turned from the mirror taking a few deep breaths and walked to the bench in front of her locker. She sat turned and laid down facing the door. She then placed the earphones on but did not turn the MP3 player on. She hummed her favorite song and bounced her head pretending to be listening. Her heart was beating out of her chest and she was getting hot. A glance over her naked chest to the door, then back to her chest. Her nipples had softened a bit so she reached up and tweaked them both back to hardness. More fire over her body, specifically between her legs. "What are you doing?" She thought. Nervous excitement washed over her. Then came the knock. "Anybody in here? Hello?" He called. It was hard to hear him over her pulse pounding in her ears. She began bobbing her head again and squinting her eyes so she could just barely see.

He came in backwards pulling his cart and whistling. She watched him turning around slowly. "Omg, omg, omg" her mind repeated while she fought the urge to cover herself. He completed his turn, layed his eyes on her and abruptly stopped whistling. He just stood there. Hand on his cart staring. "My tits. He is staring at my bare tits" she thought. He stutter stepped towards the door then stopped and turned around again. "Ah!!! Keep going. The door buddy. Go out the door." Her mind screamed as his eyes wander over her bare chest. He looked left and then right. Then to her amazement adjusted his crotch quickly. "Excuse me miss!" He said as he slowly approached her. Then louder, almost a yell " MISS" She just kept bobbing her head to the imaginary beat. He was now standing directly over her. He had a perfect view. She thought about him seeing the soft pale skin of her breasts, her light pink areolas and the darker almost red of her now rock hard nipples. "What is he doing" she wondered as the seconds stretched on. He just stood there. Eyes roaming over her chest. It was heaving up and down at this point from her nerves. Finally he snapped out of it and slowly reached out a hand and touched her shoulder. Her eyes flew open and she met his gaze. He turned his head away from her and said "Miss I'm very sorry but I need to clean this locker room. I'm really really sorry. Please forgive me but I have to finish this now" She had just a moment to think "ok so how do I play this? Shy and surprised or no big deal?" Sammy didn't know why but she felt oddly... good. He had seen what he had seen and she couldn't change that. Why not roll with it. She had to fight every fiber in her body not to cover herself but she was determined to play this off. "I have nothing to be ashamed of." She thought. "Oh no. It's my fault. I know I'm not supposed to be in here." With that she sat up slowly, turned and to her own amazement, stretched her arms up and yawned giving him and even better view as her breasts heaved up and down with the movement. He stood there mouth agape, looking between her face and chest, apparently for words. Sammy stood up with a little bounce which again, sent her boobs bounce deliciously. He was dumbstruck. Apparently unable to move or talk when she came up with another devilish idea. She grabbed her things in one hand and her shirt in the other. She threw the shirt over her shoulder like a dish towel and walked to the door. As she grabbed the handle and opened the door she turned, giving him what she could only imagine was a great side view of her right breasts, blew him a kiss and walked out the door, her perfect tits leading the way.

She couldn't help but giggle out loud as she dumped her stuff on the ground outside the door and pulled her shirt over her head quickly. In the one stroke of good luck that day the halls where empty. She looked at the clock as she gathered her things and headed towards her next class.