Watch?

The coach clapped his hands one last time and called out cheerfully, “Great session today! Lisa, you did really well. The lads are going to have a shower first. Unfortunately, there’s only one shower, but you can have a shower for as long as you like afterwards. Jan said you should just wait here in the separate area until everyone’s finished.”

Jan gave me a friendly smile and nodded.

“Exactly. Take all the time in the world, Lisa. The lads will be done in a minute.”

The men thanked me politely and went into the changing room one by one. I stayed in the separate area – really just a small antechamber with a bench and a tall locker rack that almost completely blocked the view of the shower.

I sat down on the bench, the towel wrapped around me. My body was still completely wound up. My nipples were rock hard, my pussy was throbbing and wet from all the fighting. I tried to breathe calmly.

But curiosity was stronger.

I shouldn’t… this is totally wrong…, I thought.

Nevertheless, I stood up. I glanced around briefly – there was no one here. Then I quietly climbed onto the bench, stood on tiptoe and peered over the top of the tall lockers straight into the shower.

My heart was pounding in my throat.

The lads were all standing under the warm water. Twenty naked, toned bodies. Water ran over broad shoulders, over defined pecs, over hard abs. Many already had semi-erect cocks – thick, heavy, glistening with water. Some were almost fully hard, others swayed heavily between their legs. Their muscles tensed as they lathered themselves up. One turned round, his bum firm and round; another laughed and washed his crotch – his cock bobbing noticeably as he did so.

I bit my lower lip. A sense of guilt washed over me.

This is so wrong… I shouldn’t be watching… I’m the guest here…

But I couldn’t look away. My hand slid under the towel as if of its own accord. I touched myself very lightly between my legs whilst watching the naked men. My breathing quickened. The excitement from the ground fight hadn’t subsided yet – on the contrary. Every semi-erect cock, every dripping, muscular body made me even hornier.

One of the lads turned right towards me. His cock was clearly swollen, the glans glistening. He slowly washed his stomach, his hand sliding lower…

I felt my own pussy getting even wetter. My guilty conscience grew, but the lust was stronger.

I really should stop… this is so embarrassing… what if someone sees me?

Nevertheless, I stayed on the bench, standing on tiptoes, and kept watching. My finger circled slowly over my clitoris as I stared at the boys’ naked, wet bodies.

Jan was standing a few metres further back in the corridor. He’d seen everything. He’d already got the little camera he’d ‘accidentally’ placed there running.

Jan: Look at this horny little slut… she’s standing there on the bench spying on the lads like a cheap voyeur. Hand under the towel, finger in her wet cunt, while she stares at twenty naked, half-erect cocks. And she thinks she’s all alone. Perfect.

I had no idea Jan was watching me.

I had no idea the lads would later see everything in 4K.

I just stood there, watching, feeling guilty – and yet I was hornier than ever.