Go to the girls' toilets

Rushing off the bus, you are **** to get to a girls’ toilet to make yourself a little more decent. Fortunately there’s one nearby, and it will almost certainly be empty, as most people will be starting their first lesson now, while you have a free period. Very few people will bother coming in early if they have a free first thing, so you can be fairly sure of privacy.

As you step inside, you see that you are indeed alone, and bend over one of the sinks in front of the large mirror that takes up most of the wall. As you begin to splash water over your face, you realise it’s not just your face that needs cleaning up, your pussy is still dripping wet, and not just your pussy – it’s been spread all over your inner thighs by the invisible hands.

You lift your skirt to take a look, and decide that the best way to sort yourself out is to strip off entirely to wash yourself. As you reach down to pull your shirt up, you find yourself intrigued by the strip of pale flesh you’ve exposed. You wonder whether your body would really appeal to the strong kind of guy you really desire. You pull the shirt up most of the way and wiggle your hips, displaying your toned midriff, the curve as your slim waist meets your feminine hips. You expose your breasts, free of any bra, and pull the shirt right off, discarding it by the sinks.

You lean into the mirror and admire your soft, rounded breasts, pert and natural, full without being overly large. Your pink nipples stand out against your fair skin, and you step back, doing a little dance in a mock strip-tease.

You slowly begin to unzip your skirt, turning your back to the mirror and looking over your shoulder to see it slide slowly down over your hips and your toned buttocks, partially covered by the thin black lace of your panties. You slowly wiggle your arse, and drop your skirt to the floor, now naked except for your little panties. You turn back around, and slowly slide them down, gazing back at your stark naked reflection.

Your eyes hold a naughty twinkle; your hair, still slightly dishevelled, tumbles over your shoulders, drawing your eyes back down to the soft curves of your breasts, and on down to your slender midriff, and where your silhouette curves outwards into your shapely hips, your toned thighs, the neatly trimmed little triangle of dark hair at your crotch. You repeat your mock-strip tease dance, twirling round to give yourself a full view as you shake your arse.

Suddenly, you remember why you came in here, and begin to wash yourself off. First of all, you raise your left leg high, with the flexibility acquired through long martial arts training, propping your foot up on the mirror so you can easily get to your inner thighs and pussy. You splash water along the inside of your thigh, feeling it cleanse the delicate skin, and gently wash yourself, your fingers caressing the warm flesh of your pussy. You find yourself thinking about the mysterious incident on the bus, and shiver with pleasure at the memories. Looking at the on the wall, you see that you don’t have very long before your first lesson of the day, so you lower your leg, and lean forwards to splash more warm water over your face and chest, washing away the sweat, and finding it very refreshing.

You grab some paper towels and dry yourself off; pulling your clothes back on and gathering your books, you head off to your next class.