The University's Hidden Truth

Cleaning up the storeroom was without a doubt the most boring part of Michael's job, and he seemed to spend all his time doing it. In fact, looking back he felt like he'd spent the best part of his working life in this cold and dark little room and he had often thought long and hard about leaving. He had worked at the university for twenty years, and hadn't got a shred of satisfaction out of it. He had no wife, no children, just a dark and lonely house on campus. The only reason he had taken the job was for free time in the gym as a youngster, but it had been a long time since he had enjoyed this perk, and to escape his chequered past. He was now just a lonely, balding, fat middle aged man. Sometimes he really didn't know why he bothered. It was at just such a time, whilst readjusting one of the shelves, that he saw something incredible.

Behind the shelf of towels there was a small hole in the wall, just big enough that Michael could peer through it. Through it he could see into the room adjacent, and what a room it was. The storeroom was right next to the women's changing room, and Michael could see straight into it. It was very late in the day and he hadn't expected to see anybody, but his luck was in. Just coming out of the shower was one of the most beautiful women Michael had ever seen, his cock instantly hardening. Wearing a towel from her chest to the top of her legs, she had shoulder length brown hair, a wonderfully youthful face and beautifully toned legs. Michael was dying to see what was underneath the towel, as he brought his hand down to his crotch, all the while keeping his eyes firmly fixed on the dripping wet woman in front of him.

Sara got out of the shower and wrapped a towel around her body. She always enjoyed swimming at this time, the pool was almost empty and she could just enjoy the feel of being in the water. The twenty year old walked over to the mirror and dropped her towel. Her body was brilliantly toned, hours of yoga and palates had firmed up her legs, stomach and arse fantastically. It was only when she was alone like this that she felt comfortable being naked. While not ashamed of her body, quite the opposite, she was shy and hated being naked in front of strangers. She ran her hands over her still wet body, cupping her breasts, squeezing her arse. For some reason she felt as if she were being watched, though thought nothing of it knowing it was impossible. Turning the hairdryer on, her mind wandered to her mundane plans for the evening.

Michael watched the girl get dressed as he played with his dick. She was phenomenal and he would have given anything to fuck her. When she had dropped her towel and revealed her full body his jaw dropped. Her arse was fantastic, toned and firm like a perfect peach, standing proudly atop her gorgeous legs. Her tits were incredible, a C cup that looked bigger on her small frame, and perfectly pert. He could just see the lips of her vagina, clean shaven and so inviting. He watched lustfully as she dried her hair and got dressed, before leaving just as Michael reached his climax, his cum spurting into his hand. Once he'd regained his composure, he completed his remaining jobs and went home, expecting that to be

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