The window in the trench

Maybe nobody's thought to secure this one, I thought to myself as I crawled through the bars protecting the basement trench around the window and carefully lowered myself down to the window.

At first glance, my intuition started to feel right. There was no construction paper blind on this window, and I could see into the room clearly past the inadequate curtains. Even more promisingly, the light was on inside! I started to giddily reach for the window frame to test for weakness when the light shifted as a figure moved inside. I froze. I could hear a young woman's laughter, only slightly muffled by the glass.

"Oh my god, knock it off Evie!" the laugher said.

"I'm not doing it on purpose," said another, more exasperated voice, "and I keep telling you to keep your voice down."

"I'm soo tired of whispering," the laugher responded, drawing out the second word like it was a labor to get it out.

Unthinkingly, but very understandably, I leaned over slightly to see inside. My dick immediately throbbed when my eyes spotted two young women setting boxes onto a table in a dusty old storage room with racks of shelves all around. One was very pretty with a slight build, while the other had plainer facial features but a much larger rack tenting out her uniform. Yes, uniform- they were both wearing tight volleyball uniforms, complete with little booty shorts. I swallowed to clear the sudden build up of saliva in my mouth. Could I...? Were they unclaimed?

"Jessie, I swear, put the red ones in here," said the bustier one, I presumed Evie.

"I was going to," retorted the pretty Jessie, again stressing a word petulantly.

Evie sighed theatrically and started walking out of the room. "Stay here, I need to ask Ms. Peres if she needs all of the rags or just the good ones," she muttered.

Jessie barely responded to her friend's contempt and simply turned to sit on a chair. A chair facing the window. I saw a flash of blue eyes framed by her shoulder length brown hair before I whipped my head back out of view. Had she seen me? If she went and alerted someone else, would I have a gun aimed at me within a few minutes?