Hide in the instrument room. Maybe the director won't notice.

Beth sneaked around the back of the room. If she doesn't draw attention, maybe no one will notice she ever came in. Pulling the large wooden door open, she entered the instrument room. Various sized cubbies line the walls for the different instruments. Her own bass sat across from her in its case. She carefully peeked through the glass pane on the door. The orchestra director was only just approaching the podium.

As the director turned around, Beth quickly ducked down and sat on the floor to avoid being seen. The sudden feeling cold terrazzo floor against her bare butt caused her to let out a little yelp. Hopefully no one heard that.

Venturing another peek through the window, it seemed no one was interested in the room she had hidden in. This was well, but Beth would rather be further from the door. She pushed herself along the recently waxed floor to the edge of the room. She blushed as her exposed rear rubbed across the slick floor.

Sitting at the edge of the room for a few minutes, Beth became bored. She began looking for ways to entertain herself. She folded her legs to her chest and then slid her feet forward until they turned up and her legs touched the floor. Then she slid them back up to where they started. Repeating this motion, Beth became very interested in the feeling of the floor against her skin. Every spot it touched made her tingle.

She experimented with moving her legs in different ways: open, closed, bent to the sides, and anything she could think of. The tingle from before was more of a sensation now, heating her body up. She desperately wanted to feel more of this sensation. Beth removed her shoes and socks to feel the floor directly with her feet. It was nice, but not what she was hoping for.

No one would know if she took off a bit more clothing... Beth removed the tight shirt and lay back to the floor. She was greeted with a cold flush that ran through her body. She gazed thoughtfully down at her breasts. It was no hope fighting it, Beth needed to feel this all over her body. It was only a moment before the girl had released her breasts from the tight bra and loose skirt.

Beth couldn't help herself anymore. Her hands explored the growing heat in her nether regions. Moisture imparted on her fingers from the slick lips.

What was she doing? Naked on the floor, one door from a whole class of students, but that thought only excited her further. Is she some kind of pervert? There's no way she could be excited by the thought of people seeing her naked! Yet it feels so good.

Beth pushed herself further and further. Her fingers expertly massaging her womanhood. It was only the loud ringing of the class bell that shook her from her trance. Noise arose from the orchestra room as people began putting up instruments.

Beth was panicking in her head, "Oh god, oh god, oh god." She looked frantically for a place to hide. She ran to the cubby her bass sat in and slid around behind it.

The door to the room opened and noise from the orchestra room flooded in. The breeze passing through the room only made Beth more aware of her nudity.

"Huh, what's this?" A girl spoke. "Who is leaving clothes lying around here? I guess I'd better give them to Mrs. Bellows."

Beth's heart froze. Those clothes were her ticket to modesty. If someone took them, there's no way she could get her clothes back from Anna. The other girl was the only one left in the room. Maybe it would be worth it to bite the bullet now and deal with one person. If the girl took her clothes to the director, there's no telling what it would take to get them back, especially after skipping class.