I see the water pipes that lead into the locker rooms.  I can't believe it.  I carefully crawl across the plywood (there's only about four feet of space here) and take a peek.  The holes in the wall for the pipes to pass through are much bigger than the pipes themselves.  Light spills through from the shower area, and I can smell the distinctive odor of the girls’ locker rooms.  If I angle it just right I can see down into four empty shower stalls.  I move down to another pipe a few feet away, and from here I can see two others.  This is un-fucking-real!

I can hear girls’ voices.  I pull out my cock in anticipation and stroke it to full erection.  They must be over by the lockers, but I don't hear any showers running.  I'm probably too late.  Fuck.  It's at about this moment that I almost piss myself.  I hear the door to the corridor open and slam shut.  Someone is walking this way.

I hold my breath and freeze.  This is it.  I'm totally screwed.  I don't even dare try to put my cock away for fear of the noise I might make.  The footsteps stop at the cage I'm on top of.  I hear someone undo the padlock, open the door and rummage around in the cage below.  I'm on top of the plywood, and shielded by the cardboard boxes, so I can't see them and they can't see me.  After a minute or so the door is shut and locked, and whoever it is heads out.  I breathe normally once again, and realize I'm soaked with sweat.  That was close, but at least now I know I can spy to my heart's content and I can't get caught.  This is the perfect set up!

All I need now is some fucking naked chicks...

Today, I check in with the boss, do a token pass through a few classrooms, and make my way to the magic corridor.  No way I'm going to miss out this time.  I make my way down the corridor and already I can hear the loud hiss of at least a dozen showers.  My cock is hard by the time I reach the ladder.  I climb up, move the box aside, and almost fall backwards in shock.

There in front of me is a bare-assed woman.  She's on her knees, peeking through one of the holes.  She's got a tracksuit on, with the bottoms pulled down.  A whistle jiggles at the end of the string hanging around her neck as her hand works furiously between her legs.  It's the blonde woman I saw on my first day, a young assistant coach for one of the girls’ teams.

Her small, shapely ass looks amazing in this light.  I momentarily fixate on the shifting muscles and smooth skin as she rocks up and down ever so slightly.  No wonder this place was the perfect spot; she had set it all up this way.  She is focused on the scene in the next room, so she hasn't noticed me.  I slowly step down in an attempt to sneak away and the ladder emits a ridiculously loud creak. 

She barely stifles a squeal of surprise and turns immediately, spotting