Sharing Changing Room with Old School Teacher

I was in the 2nd year of middle school (11years old) and I was in Mrs. Wilson’s (all names changed) class. She was about 23yrs old, 5ft 3, slim, soft spoken, always wearing skirts, and a slight upper lip shadow, longer at the end (i think this would not have been noticed if she was not so dark haired, but it did not detract from her pretty oval face surrounded by dark brown bobbed hair). She always wore blouses and cardigans and in the Summer you could see her bra straps at the back. I guess she must have been teaching just after finishing university.

Class teachers were in charge of taking us to the swimming baths for lessons. So once a week for 2 semesters we walked to the swimming baths, about half a mile away and no busy road crossings. The class consisted of 8 boys and 8 girls, and once arrived at the baths were directed to 2 communal changing rooms, one for girls and one for boys. The room had pegs all around and benches but no private cubicles. You were given a crate with a hanger so you could store clothes before depositing it to the staff before entering the pool. Mrs. Wilson was never in the pool, but was a spectator upstairs, drinking coffee and keeping a watchful eye, in case she was needed. But I do not think anybody would give trouble to the swimming teacher, especially as it was seen as a little treat, leaving school for a period of time and learning to swim. I was never an advanced swimmer; I did gain my 25 metres, but not in the same league as other classmates who brought pyjamas to swim in to gain more advanced badges.

In that era (the early 80s) all the boys wore speedo style trunks as standard and the girls wore on piece swim suits. I always wore my trunks to school on swimming day with a pair of underwear wrapped in a towel. I was the only boy in the class who had grown pubic hair, and it was quite thick where all the others were still bare, which was a real embarrassment for me as I was not confident and shy. So I began putting a towel around my waist before removing my trunks and putting on my underwear. Some boys did tease me, as it was a little of a faff and left me to last getting changed.

One of these days Mrs. Wilson came into the changing room to get us to speed up, as I was just pulling up my underwear and the dampness from my legs made them roll so had to be pulled back down and then pulled back up with a gap in the towel. I looked up and thought she must have seen me, but she was on her way out saying “hurry up, boys”. As I came out nothing was said, and there was no change; I supposed she may not have seen my hairy cock and balls.

Most of my classmates began to grow pubes and I accidentally dropped my towel near the end of the Semester and all the boys looked as I usually covered and were shocked and said if they had had pubes they would have shown everyone. I was concerned that one of the boys may tell one of the girls but nothing came of that.

The following year (12 yrs old) one of the girls in my class Lynda was wearing a blue and white dress (alternative Summer uniform wear for girls). I was chatting with her during break and she lifted up her arms to twist her hair and I could see a fine layer of underarm hair. I also had underam hair about the same level as Lynda. She had breasts and a waist and I often wondered what she looked like down the front of her knickers, especially as underarm hair is usually the last place it grows. These thoughts continued and was part of my daily masturbation fantasies.

When I was 20 yrs I was working in a factory as a time served craftsman and did various shifts including nightshifts. One Monday morning I went swimming to the same pool. It was early to miss the crowds as it was half term. As I was swimming along I noticed a shapely woman in a one piece suit, she was treading water and as I passed I looked at her. It was Mrs. Wilson, and I could clearly see she had a nice figure that used to be hidden. “Hello, Is that you Mrs. Wilson?” I enquired. She looked around at me, and smiled and said my first name. We chatted and caught up with each other. She was now Miss. Taylor as had divorced her husband but was still a school teacher. She asked how long ago had I been in her class and I answered. She was also pleased to see that I was working. Then we went our own way.

The following week we met again at the same time. We were on the same time band so left at the same time. The main changing rooms were all unisex, and as we went and collected our clothes, all the changing rooms were being used as it was half term. A mother and 2 sons came out of a larger changing room, and I said go on. She walked over and shut the door. She then opened it and called me over, “Look it is busy and could take ages we are both adults and friends I won’t mind if you want to share...” I looked at her thinking I would see my old class teacher naked, so pretended as no big deal and walked in. Straight away she was taking the top off showing her bare breasts and towelled them dry not bothering to hide her pink nipples. Already I was feeling a rise in my speedos. She then turned around away from me and pulled the bottoms, showing a white womanly bottom and the turned round to face me. She was completely naked and looking at me full frontal and I could see her thick haired curly covered pussy that she was not covering at all. As I looked up she had a smile on her face with raised eyebrows; she knew I had been looking at her naked body. I blushed and realised I had to get undressed too. I had the towel in front of me just hanging, not hiding anything. When my wet speedos hit my ankles and I bent to remove them Miss. Taylor bent forward to see my cock, which was fully erect. My foreskin was fully retracted and my cock pointed to the ceiling. She had every right as I had looked at her first. I blushed as I began drying my body, and smiled at her and she smiled back as she started putting on her bra. She left her knickers to the last moments before putting them on, I was so interested in that dark brown hairy pussy and could hardly draw my eyes away. I was not sure if this was intentional, and I had a little difficulty putting my erect cock in my underwear, which she did notice and smiled at me. As we finished getting dressed she asked, “Do you fancy going to the cafe upstairs for something to eat, I am always famished after swimming.” I agreed.

As we sat down in the cafe we started reminiscing about the other classmates, and old teachers, that I remembered. She then said that I was the first boy that was hairy. As a teacher she was allowed to go between changing rooms but most females stayed with the girls and only occasionally to go to the boys. Until she saw me all the boys were bare, but she had caught me that day and was a little surprised that I had a pubic bush at 11 yrs old. I laughed and ssaid I thought you hadn’t seen. She then confessed that was the first of two!

She said, “I have never told anyone of this, at all,” As she blushed prettily. She said that she had come into to hurry us up and I was last as usual. However this time she saw more. I had an erection when she came in. Being naked and having the air flow around your bits makes you feel naked and gets 11yrs old aroused very easily. She said that my underwear was rolled again so I had to unroll them and then pull them up. She said she could see my pubic bush fully and could see I was not circumcised (although I was erect it was not fully erect so she could see some of the head but not all) and as my cock was raised also noticed the hair on my balls. She said she felt so privileged to see such a private but erotic sight but did not want me to feel any embarrassment about it so she just turned and went out without saying anything. She said she knew girls develop earlier than boys but I was a lot more developed than most of the girls in my class and I was the first adolescent hairy cock and balls she saw. I tried to quiz her on the girls in my class at that time but she refused to say anything except they had all were developing breasts and some had a little hair, and joked that I was the secondest hairiest in the class after her, and she proved that earlier on. That did lighten the mood and I said but now i am hairier as I have a hairy chest and a hairy ass hole. She laughed and said, ”How do you know that I don’t?” I said, “Maybe I will see it next time.” She smiled and said, “Maybe.” Unfortunately it ended there. She was not there for quite a while and when I next saw her we chatted but never had a chance to share a changing room. She was pleasant and very friendly but it never went any further. Maybe she had had second thoughts and realised she was not totally happy going sexual with an old class boy that she taught.