I Got Caught Naked
I had forgotten about this for years, but was reminded when someone posted the question on Friendsreunited (remember that?) asking did anyone remember when some 5th form boys sneaked into the girl's changing room, and who was the girl that they grabbed? I did not see the post but one of my pals emailed me to ask if it was me, which is what she remembered.
How could I have forgotten? The male and female changing rooms were at each end of a corridor, with the gym leading off the middle. Normally the corridor was a no-go zone unless policed by either the male or female gym instructor. One day, when 5th form girls and boys were showering and changing after sports, very very unusually both instructors were called to a staff meeting at the other end of the campus. We girls did not know this. Well, I didn't anyway. The boys did.
I was finishing off drying myself, stark naked, one foot up on the bench, right at the back of the changing room - the last person before the corridor door. I was vigorously drying myself which with **** the size of mine, even then, I knew was a bit of a sight because some of the other girls used to comment on it occasionally, and laugh at the thought of some boys seeing my **** swinging around. I am pretty sure one or two of the girls quite enjoyed the sight was well, and as I was quite comfortable with the thoughts of girl on girl (after my experiences with my sister and her pals) I was not the least bit bothered to cover myself up.
I caught a glimpse of someone behind me just before and arm grabbed me round the waist an pulled me backwards - I was lifted off my feet and I dropped my towel. I could see from the hair (the same colour as mine) that it was CD - 16 years old, 6ft 4, and built like a brick whatsit. He pulled me through the doors back into the connecting corridor where I was met by three other boys, and thought to myself that I was about to be grabbed and fondled by the four of them, a daunting but not too bad a thought. But they kept going and dragged me all the way into the boys changing room, where 80 boys (not quite the right term - 80 16 year olds) were waiting. CD still held me, and held me up so everyone could see. Then the scrum started - it was pandemonium until someone called out to keep quiet, and all line up. So they did, with 2 "stewards" and each boy (well, most anyway), came forward and grabbed and in many cases kissed my ****.
The most excruciating part was when the boy I was currently dating was forced forward to fondle and finger me in front of all his pals who were noisily cheering.
After a few minutes of this I was let go to run back to the girl's changing room to find all the girls creased with laughter - most of them knew it was going to happen, and that I was the target grab because I had such big ****.
Just thank heavens it was well before the days of digital cameras, and no-one had a Polaroid camera. But it did no harm at all to my cred - I was a very popular girl from then on; teased, but teased with respect, presumably for the way I reacted.
How could I have forgotten? The male and female changing rooms were at each end of a corridor, with the gym leading off the middle. Normally the corridor was a no-go zone unless policed by either the male or female gym instructor. One day, when 5th form girls and boys were showering and changing after sports, very very unusually both instructors were called to a staff meeting at the other end of the campus. We girls did not know this. Well, I didn't anyway. The boys did.
I was finishing off drying myself, stark naked, one foot up on the bench, right at the back of the changing room - the last person before the corridor door. I was vigorously drying myself which with **** the size of mine, even then, I knew was a bit of a sight because some of the other girls used to comment on it occasionally, and laugh at the thought of some boys seeing my **** swinging around. I am pretty sure one or two of the girls quite enjoyed the sight was well, and as I was quite comfortable with the thoughts of girl on girl (after my experiences with my sister and her pals) I was not the least bit bothered to cover myself up.
I caught a glimpse of someone behind me just before and arm grabbed me round the waist an pulled me backwards - I was lifted off my feet and I dropped my towel. I could see from the hair (the same colour as mine) that it was CD - 16 years old, 6ft 4, and built like a brick whatsit. He pulled me through the doors back into the connecting corridor where I was met by three other boys, and thought to myself that I was about to be grabbed and fondled by the four of them, a daunting but not too bad a thought. But they kept going and dragged me all the way into the boys changing room, where 80 boys (not quite the right term - 80 16 year olds) were waiting. CD still held me, and held me up so everyone could see. Then the scrum started - it was pandemonium until someone called out to keep quiet, and all line up. So they did, with 2 "stewards" and each boy (well, most anyway), came forward and grabbed and in many cases kissed my ****.
The most excruciating part was when the boy I was currently dating was forced forward to fondle and finger me in front of all his pals who were noisily cheering.
After a few minutes of this I was let go to run back to the girl's changing room to find all the girls creased with laughter - most of them knew it was going to happen, and that I was the target grab because I had such big ****.
Just thank heavens it was well before the days of digital cameras, and no-one had a Polaroid camera. But it did no harm at all to my cred - I was a very popular girl from then on; teased, but teased with respect, presumably for the way I reacted.
By:
CateyH
Age:
56-60
,
Female
