Going to Night School

I was knackered, it took me about 5 minutes to feel able to stand up. When I did I slowly walked round the room. I wanted to see the sketches. Some were quite good, some not. A couple of them were quite interesting. They showed little drops of liquid in mid air below my pussy. I guess that I'd been squirting when I'd had my orgasms.

Shortly after that the teacher ended the lesson and the students left. The teacher spent ages looking at all the sketches while I just sat there trying to find some energy. Eventually the teacher got up and thanked me for posing for the class. He said something about there not being may opportunities for artists to capture true human emotions. All I could think of to saw was, "The pleasure was all mine," which it was. I know that I'm now a fully-fledged exhibitionist and it really had been a pleasure. It's one thing letting people see me naked, but it's something else letting them see me having multiple orgasms. It was a real turn-on.

The teacher then said that he really had to lock the room and leave. I told him that I'd go and have a shower before going home. All that sweating had left me feeling quite dirty. I picked-up my dress and shoes and wandered out into the corridor. There was no one out there, it was getting late and I guess that most people had gone home.

Just down the corridor are the girl's toilets. Through a door at the back are the girl's changing rooms and showers. I dropped my dress and shoes in the corner and went into the showers. It felt good. I stayed soaking for ages and not thinking about anything other than the pleasure that I'd just had. The next thing that I knew was that there was a man staring at me. I saw him out of the corner of my eye. He didn't say anything, and I didn't react to his presence. I just kept soaking up the warm water.

After a few seconds with neither of us doing anything, the presence of a man watching me naked in the shower started to get me going again. I felt my nipples get hard and my pussy ache. That ache had to be relieved so my right hand slowly worked its way down to my clit. As my right hand got busy I still pretended that I hadn't seen him. It didn't take long for me to cum again, but as I did my head went up and I could nolonger pretend that I hadn't seen him.

He realised that I was looking at him and he went bright red and started to tell me that he was the caretaker. He'd heard the water running and come to investigate. He said that he thought that everyone had gone home and that someone had left a shower running. The poor man was quite embarrassed.

I turned the shower off, then told him that I'd been in the Art class and needed a shower before going home. I didn't make any attempt to cover myself as I asked him if he'd got a towel that I could borrow. He said that he hadn't, but that there might be one in one of the lockers in the changing room. I asked him if he could look for me and I followed him out into the changing room.

He must have looked in just about all the lockers before tuning towards me and saying, "Nothing, but I've got one in my workshop, I'll go and get it." He turned and walked out.

I couldn't see much point in hanging around waiting so I picked up my dress and shoes and followed him. It was only when he had to open a door that he realised that I was behind him. He started telling me that I shouldn't be walking around the school naked but I interrupted him and told him I didn't think that it would matter as we were the only ones there. He didn't say anything and kept walking.

We got to an outside door and as he opened it he turned to me. As he looked me up and down he said that I'd better wait there as someone might see me outside. I just said that I didn't mind and kept following him.

Fortunately, or unfortunately, there was no one around and we walked across a yard and into a little workshop. He opened a cupboard and got out a towel and gave it to me. By that time I was just about dry (apart from my hair) and I just rubbed my hair. As I was doing this I could see the caretaker staring at me. I took my time so that he could have a good look. Eventually I stopped, gave him the towel back and thanked him.

We both stood there staring at each other for what seemed like an eternity, but was probably only a few seconds. In the end I broke the silence and said, "The kids don't come in here then." He just said, "What?" I pointed to the calendar on the wall. It has a big picture of a naked woman with her legs open a bit. I could just see the folds of her hairy pussy lips.

"Yes, err No" he said. The man was obviously nervous about being alone with a naked woman so I said, "Sorry, but I don't come upto her standards." That seemed to settle him a bit because he said, "You're more beautiful than her, I don't really like big tits, and you shave down there. Besides, you're here in the flesh, she isn't."

We got talking a bit and I told him what I was doing at the school. After a seconds thought he nervously asked me if I'd pose for him. It was getting a bit late and Jon would be wondering where I was, but I said, "Okay, but just for a few minutes, my husband will be waiting for me." With that he was off saying, "Back in two minutes."

While he was gone I had a look round. In one draw I found some old Fiesta magazines. I remembered Jon telling me about some of the letters that he'd read in them.

The caretaker came back out of breath, he said that he thought I might have gone or that he'd find that he was dreaming and that I wasn't real. I smiled at him and said, "I'm real all right. Now how do you want me to pose?" I was a bit surprised when he said, "With your legs wide open."

We spent the next 10 minutes with him taking photographs of me from all angles. He took some real close-ups of my pussy and I have to admit that I was getting turned-on. My pussy was real damp.

Eventually he ran out of film and thanked me. I told him that it had been my pleasure but I really had to go. As I was putting my shoes and dress on he thanked me again, and said, "See you around." As I walked out he said, "No underwear?" "Don't believe it in." I shouted back. What a nice man.

Anyway, that's all about my fun as a 'mature' schoolgirl and model. I have other experiences that Jon has told me to document. I'm sure that Jon will get me to publish all of them on my web pages, as and when he's read them and is happy with them.

Love

Vanessa