High School Custodian Ch. 02

* All persons in this text are over the age of 18.

** Please read Chapter 1 before reading this chapter.

Chapter 2 - The Fetish

My name is Timothy, and I just started working at my old high school as a custodian. Within the first few weeks, I succumbed to the memories and fantasies I still held on to, dredging up years of forgotten libido, and masturbated in a women's restroom on campus, fantasizing about a hot young girl I once knew. Only time would tell what was in store for me.

This time, I was on campus, working a 12 hour shift, with events in various places scattered throughout the day. Not much required my attention besides the usual rounds, so I had nearly the entire day to myself.

As I mentioned previously, I've never been outright sexual with anyone, but that is not to say that I don't have my share of kinky fantasies or erotic dreams. One of many, which I hold particularly close to my heart, is my love of women's underwear. When I was a child, I would steal my older sister's panties, and wear them around under my pants. At my young age, this wasn't necessarily a sexual attraction towards my sister, but more of a realization that I was wearing something only my sister knew, and that was very private to her.

As I grew older, as the story often goes, it turned into a sexual fetish. Stealing and sniffing girls' panties, getting a whiff of their pussy smell, was the most erotic thing I could do, barring involving another person. I wound up stealing their bras and even their outer clothes as well. If I could fit, I'd wear them while I masturbated. I'm would never go out in public wearing women's clothes like that, but at home, it was quite erotic.

Since I gave you such a detailed background of my childhood, you can probably see where this is going. Since I've been making a habit of masturbating during my off-time, I wanted something to make it more interesting. I decided I needed some girl's clothes. Thus began my search.

I've never been one for stealing, but I have no problems taking something that others have obviously forgotten about, such as items in the lost and found box. I started there. I searched every lost and found box I knew about, looking for some girl's clothing, which could be reused to serve a greater purpose (my pleasure). I found a few jackets, sweaters, and even a few small pairs of jeans, but none of those items were intimate enough for me to find erotic.

The next place I could think of to look was the costume storage room in the theater building. I went to great lengths to sort through the clothing in that room, and even neatly reorganize it. Alas, I found nothing of interest. The closest thing I got was a set of fishnet stockings, which had a hole in them right where a girl's pussy would be. I know they were probably just ripped because of being stretched, tuzla eve gelen escort but my mind ran wild with images of a high school boy forcing a girl to take his cock through her clothes, carelessly ripping her stockings.

Getting more and more frustrated, both mentally and sexually, I decided to take a more risky move and check in the main women's restroom. Because of previous duties of strictly custodial nature, I knew there was a storage closet in there. I was grasping at straws, but my sex drive wasn't going anywhere except to my hard dick, so I had to come up with something to relieve the pressure.

After insuring that no one was around, including inside the bathroom, I went in to the custodial closet, and opened the door. At first, my heart jumped because I saw a basket of obviously feminine products, containing several things which looked like clothing, I soon discovered that it was an assortment of diapers, wipes, hair clips, sanitizer, and other things a mother or young girl might need.

My frustration evident, especially indicated by my raging boner, I was ready to head back to the bathroom for the same old routine, replaying one of the same old fantasies. That is when I had a thought that would lead me on a wild ride: the only place left in this school where I could find some girl's clothing is the girl's locker room.

I thought long and hard about my upcoming decision. If I was caught in there, I'd have no way to rationalize why I was in there; I'd be busted. While the likelihood of being caught was slim, especially on a weekend, there was always a chance. In my high state of arousal, the thought of being caught doing something erotic and sexual sent my pulse sky-high. I was only further convincing myself to do it. So I did.

While walking in the direction of the locker rooms, I prepared maybe 5 different excuses I could use as to why I was there, but I was so nervous, I wasn't even sure if I could push one out without stuttering a few times.

A snuck in the back way, because I didn't want anyone to see me enter. This also meant that I couldn't see if anyone else was about to enter either.

I was dropped into a long, dark hallway, which led to the girl's locker room. I decided to be obvious, rather than sneaking around, so that if anyone was there, I had an excuse to be seen there. Making as much noise as I could, even going far enough to call out for anyone, I confirmed that no one was there. I was alone in the girl's locker room, full of clothes waiting to satisfy my fetish of girl's underwear.

Just inside the door, I stopped, stunned by my first sight of this forbidden paradise. I could only imagine the scenes that went on in this place: young girls stripping off their clothes, walking nude to the showers, scrubbing their young, wet bodies in the company of each other. tuzla otele gelen escort If any of them were lesbians, they'd have a good time in here. I could only imagine the footage you could get from a well-placed camera...

I walked around the perimeter of the room, analyzing everything: the showers, the lockers left wide open, the coach's office, and the lost and found pile on the floor. This was the jackpot: everything I could have wanted, in assortment, waiting to be used to fulfil my desires.

I systematically searched through all the unlocked lockers, taking note of what was in each one. I didn't want to invade an individual's private space until I knew there was something good in it. Most of the lockers only contained a shirt, some shorts, and maybe some running shoes. No one seemed to have left an extra pair of underwear for me.

Near the end of my lengthy search, I found what would be the prize of the day: some girl had left a pair of orange cotton panties in her locker. I picked them up, examined them and determined that they were not clean. Perfect.

I pushed them up to my face, and sniffed the crotch. The musky smell of young pussy was exhilarating. This girl in particular left an odor that had survived for a few days, and it was still as pungent as ever. My boner, defying all logic, got even longer and harder, tenting my shorts to the point of discomfort. I sniffed them again, lingering in the smell that intoxicated me so much. I was in heaven.

Right then and there, I dropped my pants, releasing my dick from its uncomfortable cage. It was red, hard, and rearing for some action. The very top of the head was already wet with pre-cum. I grabbed some paper towels and went to work.

Holding the orange panties to my nose, inhaling the wonderful smell of pussy, I wasted no time ramping up my strokes to full speed. The pleasure was already so intense that I knew I wouldn't last for long. For a moment, I looked around at the locker room, dropping the panties below my eyes, and surveyed this forbidden paradise once more, basking in its sexuality and erotic atmosphere.

Before long, I threw the panties down, quickly grabbed the paper towels, and caught my cum, almost missing a rope to the floor. Dizzy, I sat down with a wet dick, and picked up the panties again. I wanted so much to wipe my cum in them, but I knew I shouldn't.

Once I fully recovered from my intense orgasm, I cleaned myself up, locked away my little friend, and put back the girl's panties, rearranging her locker the best I could, making sure there was no cum anywhere. It was hot to think that she would still wear those, clueless of the pleasure they gave me. Once I was finished, I got up and was on my way to leave, satisfied with my findings. I knew I couldn't take her panties without arousing suspicion, so I left tuzla sınırsız escort them.

I looked down at the lost and found pile. Then, I realized that I had found my opportunity to "get one for the road". I started sorting through the pile of miscellaneous objects, searching for anything that I'd consider erotic. All I found were lunch pails, shoes, and a few pieces of trash. At the bottom of the pile, I found a gym bag. Jackpot!

I opened her up, and found just what I was looking for, a full set of girl's clothes: A thin, long black blouse, long pair of skinny jeans, pair of running shoes, a white sports bra, and a thin, silky white set of panties. I guess even when she was playing hard, she still wanted to feel good down there. Who could blame her?

I sniffed her blouse, and it still had that feminine smell to it. Almost instantly, I was hard again. Setting it aside, I pulled out her panties and sports bra. Her panties seemed clean, bearing no smell I could notice. Her bra had a similar lack of odor, but it was erotic to hold 2 pieces of clothing that rested and protected this girl's most sensitive, private parts. I felt a sense of intimacy with this girl, even though I'd never met her, nor even knew who she was.

That was enough to do it for me. I brought the close back to a place where I could sit down, stripped down naked this time, confident that I wouldn't be caught (or possibly more overwhelmed by my arousal), and started at round 2.

I tried to put her bra on, but it was much too small for me. She must have a feminine figure. Lovely. I wrapped the soft, silky panties around my dick, and started stroking like there was no tomorrow. I made sure to rub the soft part where her pussy would go over the head of my dick. I could see a slight stain there from past use, and that made it all the better.

The friction of her panties on my dick was an overwhelming one. I didn't recognize the material of them, but I had no complaints. I just kept stroking, harder, faster, moaning with each surge in speed. The panties would get caught on the bottom ridge of the head of my cock, sending unexpected waves of pleasure through my genitals. The feeling of the new material was almost more than I could bear, but I managed to hold on for a few more seconds.

The mere thought that I was masturbating with a girl's underwear, in the girl's locker room, sent me over the edge. At the very last second, I pulled her panties away, wanting to save them clean for future use. I sprayed cum all over my shaft, pubic area, and even my stomach.

I cleaned up, moved everything back to its original positions (except her underwear), and got ready to leave. I put some other clothes back in the gym bag, so if the owner came back looking for it, she might not recognize it as hers. I stuffed this girl's underwear in my pocket and headed out.

As I walked away from the locker room satisfied and tired from my multiple orgasms, I smiled, thinking about how lucky I was that no one caught me during my time of self-pleasure. I can confidently say that it was my most erotic experience in a very long time, and I planned to take another trip sometime very soon.