I have always thought that those exhibitionist tendencies in changing rooms and showers began when I was a teenager.
I dabbled in athletism for some time. I was in a team with 2 other girls and 5 or 6 boys. Most of them were classmates at school, too.
After our workout, I used to go home with my sportwear, but the two other girls and most of the boys used to take their showers in the changing rooms.
One day, when I was leaving I saw that some of the boys were running in silence to the back of the building. There is nothing there, so that was weird
I followed them. They had dissapeared, but suddenly I heard something, a subtle noise: they had climbed to the roof!!
OMG!! They were spying the two other girls in the shower!! I knew that there was a little window on the roof facing the girls open showers
I was livid when I found out what they were doing.
My first thought was to tell the girls and everybody what was happening. I rushed to the girls changing room, but when I got there I simply didn't muster the courage to say anything
And there was a reason for that: Miguel
Miguel was the boy I was in love with, and was on the roof. He was not my boyfriend. Simply, at that moment, I realized that I was in love
I went home and cryed. What should I do?
However, I had mixed feelings. Something odd was inside myself: I was angry, of course, but my shame was that I was horny as hell!!
Next day, after the workout, I saw them climbing again. Miguel and 4 other boys. And the next day again, and again and again.
I could not think about anything else. Every day I had to masturbate myself imaniging that I was being spied on the shower by Miguel and the other boys.
One day I surprised myself taking to the workout a backpack with my clothes, a towel, flipflops and soap. I had never showered there. I didn't know if I was going to muster the courage.
I had masturbated dozens of times, the two weeks before, thinking about that situation
Miguel saw my backpack before our session: "Are you changing your clothes here today?" "Yes, I am..."
I sat on the changing room in silence for more than ten minutes. The two other girls even asked me if I was fine.
I took off my clothes on the bench. They could not see me there.
I took my towel in my hand and, stark naked, I went into the shower area
I almost had an orgasm without touching myself.
Since that day, I showered there every day, for the bext two years. I even got round to masturbate before all of them
I dated Miguel for a short time. Ond day I told him the truth: "I have always known that you spied us on the showers"
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