I can't help but continue

Nearly every inch of space is taken on the long wooden bench that divides the two rows of lockers that face each other as my male classmates return from their showers and reach into their lockers for their clothes.

I breathe a little easier, knowing I picked an empty locker to spy from. My mind wanders, as well as my fingertips, as I study each naked young man before me through the door's vent slats. As my long fingers graze over the satiny crotch of my cheer bloomers, I wonder what it would be like to be found here, in this locker, by all these naked guys.

I picture myself being laid out on that long bench before me and lift my fingers to the elastic of my panties' waistband, press my hand under it and the velcro band off my little pleatedskirt. I pick the guys I want from the many in the room before me, and imagine their hands all over me. Mmmm..

I lean my head back against the back of the locker and close my eyes, taking in the musty smell of sweaty boys the locker contains. I rub one hand over my fuzzy sweater, imagining some of them feeling me up there. My other is now pushed through the fleecy curls of my light-colored pubes, digging at the gash of my pussylips. I start dryhumping my hand, moaning as softly as I could, not wanting to be caught masturbating in front of these boys.

Just the idea of them finding me like this is enough to buckle my knees and make my fevered pussyslit goosh on my hand. I bite my lip as I work myself through the most intense orgasm I've ever felt.

One leg gives out and buckles as I cum, my kneecap banging into the thin metal of the door. My eyes open wide. I hear nothing but silence. I gulp, leaning forward to look out the vents to see if anyone's noticed.