Maggie’s Wet Dreams Ch. 9.3

But that was the least of my worries, as the smell of alcohol was still lingering on me and worried that higher management would be less understanding. I had to get a new uniform and even though it was going to push me a little behind, it was better than fired for people assuming I was drinking on the job.

There was a small problem though, I realized, as I was making my way that department. Without my ID, they wouldn’t give me a uniform and if I tried to make an excuse there would be questions and they would probably be questions that would get me in big trouble. All I knew was, I needed a change of clothes and I had a very short time to do it and figure out how.

When I got down there, it was a room larger than I remembered, with rows and rows of clothes hung on poles, lines up, one could get lost in a room like that. Then it hit me, all I had to do was grab some new clothes, change really quick before anyone noticed, throw them in the dirty laundry container and walk out without anyone being the wiser.

There wasn’t time to think, I walked right in and went to the section for custodial and grabbed the clothes in my size right off of the rack, a shirt and pants and went to the back corner, shaking. The changing room was right behind the counter, for reasons like what I was about to do, they probably didn’t think anyone would be crazy enough to just change in here, so there wasn’t much security. I stripped the shirt and pants off quickly, too busy to be freaking out that I was naked at work and anyone could have seen me. I pulled the new ones on as fast as I could, rushed over to the laundry chute and dropped the old clothes in and started to walk out.

There was a life guard standing at the counter with some new clothes, soaked to the bone from the look and I could only sympathize with her with how she felt.

“I forgot my ID at home, is that going to be a problem?”

“No, we can just use your ID number and put it in that way.”

All I could think at that moment was, are you fucking serious? I could have just said I left my ID at home and wouldn’t have had to mission impossible my way to some new clothes. Clothes that were feeling a bit weird as I walked out, irked with myself. The adrenaline started to wear off and the clothes I picked, were feeling, rather…tight. I shrugged it off to, new, just cleaned clothes, they always felt stiff and tight when you first started and would loosen up after wearing them and a few washes.

I ran to the next room realizing how late I was on my schedule and as I’m supposed to do, knock on the door to make sure no one was in there and was about to put the key in when the door opened. A man was standing there, tall, short dark hair, a little older than me, muscular, but the startling part wasn’t that he answered, but all he had on was a towel wrapped around his waist.

“Hi, is there something wrong?” he said, scanning me up and down, a smile on his face.

“Um, just here to clean the room sir,” I looked away, blushing, after everything this was too much for me to handle on a good day, let alone everything that happened so far today, “I can come back another time.”

I was thankful that someone was in there, if he said I didn’t have to, I could knock this one off of my list and get back on schedule with time to spare.

“No, please, the room needs to be done.”

“Are you sure, you seem kind of, indisposed, I can come back later.”

“I insist,” those were like the magic words, if a guest insisted, we kind of had to at that point and I walked in reluctantly to a room with a naked man, just wearing a towel, feeling pretty naked myself.

“I’m just going to finish what I was doing, don’t mind me,” he said walking back into the bathroom.

He left the door cracked open and I went to go close it, but as I did, I saw him drop his towel and walk into the shower, completely naked from the back. My mind was now going into overdrive and it was getting hard to focus. I immediately went to the bed and started making it.

“Oh, great idea Maggie,” naked guest and the first thing you do is run to the bed, I thought to myself.

I made the bed like a mad woman, and every part of me wanted to look back, look through the crack again, see what else I could see. My whole body felt like it was on fire and the tightness of my clothes wasn’t helping. Each piece of cheap material felt like it was rubbing across my body. I worried that my nipples were going to poke through the damn fabric, if my pussy wasn’t drenching the crotch of pants as it was.

I was thankful he was in the bathroom still, every time I bent over and moved for something to rearrange, it felt like my pants were going to rip and my top was threatening to roll up and expose me, especially without any underwear on at all. That’s when I finally heard the shower stop and paused.

“I could peek,” I thought to myself, “he did leave the door cracked open, it could just be an accident.”

As I walked towards it, I jumped as he came out, towel wrapped around again, another drying his hair, “bathroom is free,” he said, then gave me a look up and down and smiled.