The Return of Carolyn Lord: Part Seven
Finally, to Carolyn's vast relief Miss Perfect took
her hand away. Carolyn automatically smoothed her skirt
down her thighs as far as she could. She encountered a
bit of string and, without thinking, wrapped it around
her right index finger and gave it a sharp tug. In a
brief second, Carolyn felt her skirt fall from her waist
and hips. She looked down with horror and saw that she
had split her skirt in two!
"Oh my God!" Carolyn cried. "My skirt! It's ruined!"
"Oh, Carolyn, my dear. I'm so terribly sorry. I'll
have someone take it up to our sewing lab and they'll do
a quick job on it."
Carolyn was too stunned by what had just happened to
do anything. All she knew was that, almost on cue, their
waitress was standing right at their table.
"Yes, Miss Perfect?"
"Wendy, our guest has ruined her skirt. I need you to
take it to Mrs. Johnson in 205 for some fast repairs.
Please tell her from me that I would appreciate its
return as soon as possible. Thank you."
"Yes, Miss Perfect. Right away."
"Thank you. Carolyn, why don't you give this young
lady your skirt so she can get it fixed?"
Carolyn couldn't believe what she just heard! She
couldn't hand over her skirt, even if it was in pieces,
right here in the cafeteria. She'd be almost naked.
"Here, let me help you, Miss," The pretty young
waitress said, as she crawled under the table. With one
quick pull, the startled Carolyn's skirt was in the
girl's hands and her bare skin was developing goose
pimples from contact with the cold metal of the chair.
Carolyn automatically crossed her legs as she watched the
girl and her ruined skirt quickly disappeared out of the
room.
All Carolyn could do was blush, as now she was almost
completely naked from the waist down in a crowed
cafeteria, sitting next to this senior educator with the
sloppy hands.
"Why does this keep happening to me?" she wondered.
She couldn't remember the last time she had been able to
sit at a table and remain fully dressed!
"Don't worry Carolyn, we've dealt with this problem
before. I'm sure you'll have a fixed skirt in less than
20 minutes."
"B...but...but...." Carolyn stammered, trying to sort out
what had just happened.
"Here you are," she said handing Carolyn a glass of
'wine.'
"Just drink this and relax. No one will notice
a thing."
Carolyn quickly looked around the crowded room. Miss
Perfect was right. No one was taking the slightest
notice of her, and with the long paper skirt that hung
to the floor, no one but Miss Perfect could tell she was
almost naked from the waist down. It did make her feel a
little better, but not much.
Carolyn tried to relax as best she could, as she
picked up the glass to take a drink. Just when she got
it to her lips, Miss Perfect's hand was once again
between her crossed legs, innocently touching her
inflamed clit.
She jumped and spilled some of her juice, narrowly
missing her jacket.
"You should be more careful, Carolyn. You wouldn't
want to stain your beautiful jacket. I think you should
take it off so you don't accidentally spill something on
it."
Before Carolyn could protest, Miss Perfect took the
glass from Carolyn's hand and sat it on the table. Then,
with the skill of a surgeon, Carolyn's jacket was gone.
The Principal got up and placed it on another table.
Now the only thing that was covering the pretty
secretary was her transparent white blouse, shoes and
stockings. Carolyn couldn't be more humiliated now. It
wasn't bad enough that she was naked from the waist down,
now everyone could clearly see her breasts on complete
display under her thin top. She tried to keep her arms
crossed over her chest, but her duties as a recruiter
were repeatedly preventing this.
As the students continued to come up to the table,
Carolyn could tell from the way they kept staring at her
she was showing a good deal more of herself then she
should.
Without being too obvious about it, she uncrossed her
legs and tried to sit lower in her seat, so she could
hide her breasts from anyone who might be watching. But,
all that did was make her spread her legs a little wider,
so when Miss Perfect's hand found its way back between
her thighs, one of her host's fingers was able to easily
slide inside her vulnerable cunt!
"OH!" gulped Carolyn.
"Is there something the matter, dear?" the Principal
asked when there was a brief lull in students. "You can
tell me. I'm used to hearing all sorts of things."
"Ah, no. I'm fine, Marilyn. Just a little nervous,
what with the students and all."
"It does take some getting used to, doesn't it?" Miss
Perfect said sympathetically, as her hand moved gently
over Carolyn's crotch, the single finger twirling
seductively inside the now sopping cunt.
"Oh, yesss!" whispered a stunned Carolyn. "It
certainly does!"
Carolyn couldn't believe that this was happening, and
right in the middle of the cafeteria. "She has to know
where her hand is!" Carolyn thought desperately. "She
just has too!"
The Principal just began to talk again to the incoming
students, laughing and joking with an easy rapport,
without showing any sign that her finger was moving
freely in the increasingly befuddled Carolyn's
defenseless pussy, as various students continued to come
up the table for questions and advice.
Carolyn noticed that for some reason, the students
seemed to practically swarm around her table and leave
the other recruiters sitting very much alone. She was
getting many applications, but was finding it difficult
to concentrate enough to check them for completeness.
That finger was driving her insane!
Miss Perfect was reminding the students about the
coming assembly that everyone would be attending, when
her finger began to thrust deeply inside the tight vagina
of the frantic young woman sitting beside her.
Carolyn had to tell her about it, but she couldn't.
Perhaps if she could just reach down and pull it out of
her? No, never! Not with all of these students around.
The secretary knew she was running out of time. She
was finding it impossible to concentrate at all now, and
could barely acknowledge the students' presence, let
alone talk intelligently with any of them. Carolyn was
having trouble breathing, and knew her pounding heart was
racing a mile a minute underneath her heaving chest.
Miss Perfect was having a splendid time toying with
her new guest. She was getting quite a chuckle out of
watching the poor woman as she squirmed helplessly around
in her seat, trying to get the finger out of her pussy
while in the middle of student discussions. She was
about to step up her assault when a waitress came up to
the table.
"I'm sorry to disturb you Miss Perfect, but you have
an urgent phone call from the main office."
"I'll be back in a moment," Miss Perfect said politely
to Carolyn, then gave the waitress an icy stare. She
removed her finger, got up, and cursing quietly under her
breath, left the room.
Carolyn was so agitated that it took her a few moments
to even realize that Miss Perfect had left the table. It
would give her time to recover from her strange ordeal,
and to figure out what to do if it should happen again.
She realized that Miss Perfect's innocent touching
was starting to really get to her, and she hated herself
for her own weakness. If it started up again, she knew
she would certainly loose control, her traitorous body
seemed that ready. Then what could she say? Carolyn
wondered.
She thought about wrapping the white, paper table
covering around her waist and just make a run for it back
to her car. But that's crazy, she reasoned. She was in
absolutely no danger here, in a crowded cafeteria. Plus,
she was here for a reason. She couldn't just disappoint
these children because of her own foolishness. Was it
the school's fault that for some reason today she
couldn't keep her clothes in order?
She just couldn't think, with all that had already
happened to her today. Finally, the cafeteria began
clearing as the students headed for their next class, and
Carolyn was alone. Even the other recruiters had left
the room.
Carolyn was stuck. She couldn't go anywhere without
her skirt. She lowered her head and felt ready for a
good cry.
"Hi, Carolyn!"
Carolyn jerked her head up to see, the bubbly Beth
Armstrong smiling at her.
"You look like you're having fun. I just stopped by
to see how you're getting along with Miss Perfect," Beth
said, staring intently at Carolyn's quite visible nipples
pressing against her thin white blouse.
Carolyn was actually happy to see Beth, even after
what had happened earlier.
"I need your help, Beth," she said. "I need you to
go..."
Before Carolyn could finish, Beth cut in and said,
"Look, I'm not really supposed to be here, but I had to
ask a quick question from your Mrs. Stevens. She wanted
to know if you would be ready to speak for the school
assembly this afternoon?"
Before Carolyn could answer, they both saw
Miss Perfect in the far end of the room, talking to some
of the cafeteria staff.
"Oh, no," Beth giggled, just as the Principal finished
her conversation and started walking purposefully to the
recruiters' tables.
Carolyn heard a brief rustle of paper. She turned to
answer the girl's question when Beth seemed to simply
disappear. She was still looking around the empty room
for any sign of her when the Principle came up to the
table.
Miss Perfect had decided on the way back that she'd
let Carolyn calm down just a bit before beginning the
game again. There was no need to hurry. The girl would
be with her for an hour yet, and (pleading a conference)
she had just told her office to hold all calls and the
cafeteria staff to leave them alone for a time. They
were assured of absolute privacy, and no more
interruptions!
Yes, Mrs. Stevens had found quite a lovely creature to
bring into their group, one that was innocent but sexy at
the same time. That combination was hard to find, and
she didn't want to scare her off before she was able to
fully sample the delightful Miss Carolyn Lord.
"Sorry for the interruption, Carolyn," she said as she
sat down on the other side of the table from the anxious
secretary. "Your skirt is almost fixed and should be
here in just a few minutes."
"Thank you!" Carolyn said reverently. She couldn't
believe her luck. Thank God! Soon she would be properly
(more or less anyway) dressed again. Also, with Miss
Perfect sitting across from her, she wouldn't have to
worry about her wandering hands anymore.
Carolyn felt so good she actually favored her host
with a dazzling smile.
The bubbly young girl under the table was all smiles
as well when she saw Carolyn sitting right in front of
her, practically nude from the waist down. She couldn't
help but quietly giggle, as she picked up Carolyn's
pretty little foot and slipped off her shoe. She had
such a elegant foot, with such cute little toes, with the
nails all painted red, Beth was enraptured with her.
She lightly ran her fingers from Carolyn's small toes
right down to her heel, and then back again. She fell
Carolyn try to pull her foot from her, but she was having
have none of that, so she grabbed hold of the shapely
ankle and held on tight.
Carolyn almost jumped out of her chair when she felt
someone remove her shoe and run their fingers along the
sole of her foot. "Oh, God! That's where that crazed
girl went. She's under the table!"
The secretary cringed as the manipulation of her foot
continued.
"No, you stupid girl," Carolyn thought frantically.
"Not with the principal of the school sitting right
here."
She thought about telling Miss Perfect about Beth
being under the table but she didn't want to get the girl
in any trouble. There was also the small problem of Beth
possibly telling what had already happened in the girl's
lavatory.
It would be better, Carolyn decided, if she would wait
until she was alone with the girl and then tell her that
silly things like this would not be tolerated in the
future.
"What is wrong with you today, Carolyn? Or are you
always this jumpy?" demanded an exasperated Miss Perfect.
"Nothing is wrong," lied Carolyn, who was trying her
best to keep from screaming. "Nothing at all."
She tried her best to stay calm as fiendish Beth
continued to run her fingers up and down her stockinged
foot.
The toying continued until Carolyn was unable even to
sit still. She never thought that such a simple touch
against the sole of her foot would have such an affect on
her. She knew her pussy was now a mess, because, as she
squirmed about on the metal chair, she could feel herself
sliding around in her own juices.
Miss Perfect had started talking again, but Carolyn
couldn't really understand a word of what she was saying.
All she could do was nod her head every few seconds in a
blank response.
Just when Carolyn thought she'd climax for sure, Beth
suddenly stopped. "Thank God," Carolyn thought. Yet,
just when she thought it was over, she felt something
warm and wet running along her ankle up her calf and back
down again. At first Carolyn couldn't figure out what
was going on, all she knew was it felt so good. Beth
then took off Carolyn's other shoe and did the same to
it.
Beth was having such a great time. Carolyn was such a
responsive person. Anything she did made the woman jump.
She especially liked the way Carolyn wiggled around when
she ran her tongue up the back of her leg. It was almost
time to show Miss Lord what her "special talent" really
was, but not yet she thought.
The gentle tonguing on the back of her legs was having
a wonderful effect on Carolyn. Her breasts seemed to
swell even more as her nipples hardened against the thin
transparent blouse. And her pussy couldn't possibly be
any wetter.
Carolyn sat still, unable to even nod now to whatever
Miss Perfect was saying, because the low roar in her ears
was drowning everything out.
Forgetting her nudity in her desire to escape, Carolyn
tried once to get up and move away from Beth's splendid
tongue. But, her body wouldn't listen to her commands.
She knew had to get away while she could still think, let
alone breathe. But, no matter how much she wanted to,
she found that she just couldn't move.
Slowly Beth's tongue worked its way up the inside of
her thigh and stopped only an inch away from her pussy.
Carolyn no longer cared who was around or where she was,
she just wanted Beth to continue her delightful attack
upwards, as she reflexively spread her legs wider, trying
now to encourage the teenager.
Miss Perfect watched as Carolyn grew more distant with
every passing minute. She knew that Carolyn was being
turned on in some way but didn't know how. She watched
Carolyn squirming around until beads of sweat were
covering the woman's beautiful face. She took a quick
look around the deserted room.
"You look a little warm, dear. Why don't we unbutton
your blouse just a bit."
"W-well, I-I am f-feeling a little h-hot," Carolyn
answered almost in a trance, having long since forgotten
where she was.
Miss Perfect reached over and unbuttoned Carolyn's
blouse. She pushed it off her shoulders, then sat back
and watched Carolyn's magnificent breasts rapidly rise
and fall.
Beth couldn't help but giggle as she watched the lower
part of Carolyn's body trembling as she lightly blew on
Carolyn's hard little clit. Miss Perfect was always
proud of her magic tongue, her special talent. The way
she could push a woman right to the brink and hold her
there until she would scream for release. Now it was
time to have fun with Miss Lord.
Just when Carolyn thought she'd climax, the tongue
changed its assault. First it would toy with her clit,
then run down her thigh, and even tickle her toes. It
never seemed to stop in one place long enough to let her
climax. After only three minutes under the talented
teen's tongue, Carolyn's body was slick with sweat, and
every nerve seemed to be on end. Squirming helplessly in
her chair, Carolyn knew that if she didn't climax soon,
she would explode!
Miss Perfect couldn't stand watching Carolyn's sexy
little dance any longer. She grabbed the excited young
woman, stood her on rubber legs, and laid her trembling
body flat on the table.
Away from Beth's little torture device, Carolyn's mind
began to clear. She groggily tried to get up from
whatever she was laying on, but Miss Perfect easily
pushed her shoulders back down.
Beth sat under the table, pouting. Miss Perfect was
always ruining her fun.
"Just lay still," Miss Perfect whispered, as her hand
began to play with Carolyn's wonderfully hard right
nipple.
"Please, someone will see," Carolyn said, trying to
cover herself, but Miss Perfect easily put Carolyn's
hands back on the table, then slid her fingers down to
Carolyn's pretty black mound, and into Carolyn's melting
pussy.
Miss Perfect teased and pulled on her tender
breasts with one hand, while rolling her clit between her
fingers with the other. All Carolyn's mind could think
about how she got herself into such an embarrassing
position. This was all her own fault, she knew. It was
always her fault.
Beth rose unheeded from underneath the table and, with
a hand thrust deep inside the opened waistband of her
tight jeans, eagerly watched her guardian and lover
completely take this unsuspecting secretary.
Carolyn, her mind completely overwhelmed by this very
knowledgeable and completely unexpected attack, could
only think of the pure, exciting pleasure she was
receiving and how she could increase it. She couldn't
stop herself from bucking wildly around the table.
Carolyn raised her jerking hips off the table, trying to
intensify the sensations coming from her throbbing
vagina.
The room started spinning as the maddened Carolyn
climaxed. Her hips hung suspended in the air for one
brief, glorious moment, then fell back onto the table
with a soft slap of bare flesh as she passed out.
When Carolyn regained consciousness, she immediately
went to cover herself, but found to her surprise that she
was now back in her old chair and completely dressed.
Even her panties had been returned to her. She looked
dully at Miss Perfect, who was still sitting across the
table from her.
"I'm so glad you're all right Miss Lord. You had us
very worried, you know," Miss Perfect said, sounding very
concerned.
"I did? I'm sorry. I didn't mean to be a bother. I
just can't explain what happened to me. I don't seem to
be able to remember anything," Carolyn answered woolly,
still overcome by her recent experiences.
She tried to piece together what had just occurred
only a few minutes ago. She knew she'd lost control
again, that she'd actually climaxed in the cafeteria (Oh,
God!), but she didn't know why.
Thankfully, Carolyn saw that the Principal didn't seem
to realize she'd actually lost control of her body while
the woman was just trying to help her.
"Oh, No!" Carolyn wailed to herself. She had done it
again!
"I think we'll make you an appointment with our school
nurse, to see if anything is wrong."
"Oh, no. I'm fine, really," the shattered Carolyn
mumbled weakly. "I just need to freshen up a bit before
the assembly."
"Certainly, my dear. Beth can show you the way."
Feeling dazed and confused, Carolyn followed passively
as the beautiful teenager led her by the hand out of the
cafeteria.
She tried to reason what had just happened to her, but
could not. It was much too fantastic for her to believe.
She had come to this very typical-looking high school and
had, in the space of two hours, lost her underwear and
had actually been (accidentally of course) made to climax
several times. Carolyn just couldn't believe it.
Now she was being led somewhere by this sexually
precocious 16-year old girl who seemed to take great
delight in touching her at every opportunity. She had to
get a grip on her runaway emotions, otherwise she
believed she would be completely overwhelmed by this
giggling, beautiful aberration.
Realizing she was being taken into yet another girl's
lavatory, Carolyn stopped. "Oh, no. I can't go in there
with her again," she thought frantically, shuddering at
the memory of what happened the brief time they had been
alone the last time. She knew that she, a grown woman,
was being completely irrational to be afraid of this mere
child, yet some instinct deep within her shattered mind
warned her to be careful with Beth.
What she needed was a place to clean up that was
private, yet still busy enough that it would discourage
Beth from taking any further liberties with her strangely
vulnerable, terribly responsive body.
"Beth, I want you to take me to the girl's gym."
"The girl's gym? Are you sure? It can get a little
rough there sometimes."
"I've been in gym classes before, when I was in
school, thank you. I am fully aware of what goes on. It
will only take me a moment. That's where I'd like to go
to clean up, please," Carolyn said in her most no-
nonsense manner.
"Okay. If that's what you really want?"
"Yes, thank you."
"All right, then. Come this way," instructed a very
bemused Beth.
"I have some things to do before the assembly. Meet
you in the auditorium in 45 minutes," said the departing
Beth over her shoulder.
Ashamed that she had been so worried over nothing,
Carolyn walked alone into the twisting hallway that
marked the entrance to the gym. So much for her
instincts, she thought.
Carolyn had not been in a girl's locker room since her
senior year at school, but it looked like things hadn't
changed very much. There was still the same scattering
of feminine clothing everywhere, and the same
unforgettable mixture of sweat and delicate perfumes.
She had not liked gym. Not at all. She had never
enjoyed the idea of having to undress and expose her body
in front of anyone, even women. She had almost failed
gym because of it, until her parents finally made her
relent and she had to shamefully undress and take a
shower with everyone else. It was not one of her more
happy memories.
Now, here she was again. At least the gym was empty,
she thought, forgetting why in her storm of unpleasant
memories she had decided on the gym in the first place.
Finding a stack of clean towels, Carolyn took one over
to the long row of sinks. She looked around, then took
off her blouse. As she began washing herself, she
noticed that she was getting water all over her skirt.
"Damn," she muttered tiredly, and automatically
removed the skirt. Standing in just her panties,
stockings, and shoes, Carolyn looked with longing over at
the empty shower area.
"That's what I really need," she said thoughtfully.
Making a quick decision, Carolyn swiftly took off her
shoes and stockings. Neatly placing all of her clothes
on the counter which ran over the sinks, she then took
her towel and rapidly padded naked into the shower area.
Finding an open stall in a far, hopefully out-of-the-
way corner, Carolyn luxuriated under the pouring water,
yet always careful to keep her hair dry.
She had almost finished when the happy cries of many
young girls invaded her contented thoughts. "Oh, no!"
she cried. "They're back already!"
Carolyn turned off the water and, dripping wet, waited
expectantly, hoping to escape everyone's notice by
keeping very still, very quiet. "Maybe they won't be
using the showers today," she pleaded with whatever gods
might be listening.
Her hopes were soon dashed when, with cries of "She's
in here!", the girls flooded into the room and quickly
blocked the entrance to her shower stall.
Carolyn stood erect, wet and naked, with all the
dignity she could muster, as she faced this sudden wall
of laughing, nude teenage girls. She wanted to cover
herself, but her towel was on a rack outside of the
stall, and she would have to force her way through all
that naked female flesh to reach it. It was all terribly
embarrassing!
"Excuse me," she said, her voice trembling slightly.
"Could I have my towel, please?"
"What did you want?" sneered a short, skinny, blonde
located in the front of the group.
"My...my towel. I'm finished now."
"No you're not."
"What?" exclaimed an alarmed Carolyn as the girls
piled into the small shower stall.
In a brief moment, the water was pouring over her
again as firm, naked teenage flesh pressed tightly
against her from every side.
Helpless against the onslaught, Carolyn could only
stand defenseless as naked girls of every shape, size,
and color took pure joy in thoughtfully soaping every
inch of her body, as well as their own firm flesh.
The hands all over her privates were bad enough, but
the feel of other soaped breasts and thighs on her own
naked body was quickly driving her mad with pleasure.
She knew she had to hang on, to fight the terrible
surging of sensations rising within her. But, it was so
hard to fight. "Why does it have to feel so good?"
Carolyn moaned unknowingly aloud.
She could not loose control of her body in front of
these horrible children, it would be something far to
humiliating for her to endure. She simply could not
allow it to happen!
But happen it did! To the everlasting delight of the
girls, Carolyn's soaped body began to uncontrollably
dance and spasm as the group keep up their insidious
attack upon her vulnerable body. Totally out of control,
she climaxed again and again, until she no longer had the
strength to stand.
Carolyn Lord collapsed unconscious on a squirming pile
of slippery female bodies.
She was alone in the stall when she awoke. She dully
washed off the soap that the girls had so completely
lathered her with, then slowly walked into the deserted
locker room.
Carolyn, totally spent, knew she was in no condition
to give any kind of talk now. She just wanted to get
dressed and go home.
The stack of dry towels having vanished, she found a
semi-dry towel in the chaos of the locker room and patted
herself off with it. Surprisingly, her clothes were
right where she left them. She mechanically put them on,
then combed her wet hair, and left the room.
She stopped briefly at the Principal's Office to pass
her regrets to the Mary, the receptionist, then went
wearily to her car, and home.
Back at her apartment, Carolyn ran into a surprised
Tamiko who was just leaving for class.
Tamiko, appalled, took one look at her appearance and
asked, "What happened to you?"
Carolyn could only look at her and say, "Your clothes
were a big hit," before shuffling off to bed.