[PI] "Monitor an opposite gender locker-room as they shower?! That can't be legal!" The school's male nurse couldn't believe what the principal was ordering. "Our attorney says because all the students are 18 or older and you are a medical professional it's perfectly legal."

“Nurse Phil! Why are you in the women's locker room?” Gina, the captain of the college swim team asks. 

Phil sighs. As much as it sounds like a fantasy, all the apprehensive looks on the women's faces showed how uninvited he was. “You all should have received an email. Since we had a student slip in the shower, those in charge want to make sure the showers are monitored by a health professional.”

“And they sent you? A man? To the women's locker room?” Brooke crosses her arms and takes a wide stance.

“Today, yes. It will depend on our shifts. I know this is awkward but we are all adults. I'm here purely as a health professional.” Phil keeps his head down. 

“I'm going to shower in my dorm,” one of the girls says. Some others follow suit. 

Penny grimaces, “I have class soon and I'm covered in chlorine. I can't get back to my dorm in time to shower.” 

“Same here,” Leah moans. 

“Not like I can drive all the home and back again,” Hannah, a student who commutes whines. 

Gina's schedule didn't prevent her from showing in the privacy of her dorm. But she didn't want to abandon her timid teammates. Trying to comfort them she says, “he is right ladies. He's like a doctor and I'm sure we've all had male doctors see us in ways we typically wouldn't a man seeing us. We’re just here to change and shower,” She walks into the changing area. Opening up her locker and getting ready to peel off her skin tight one piece. Nervous but not showing it. 

Lucky for her, Brooke shamelessly follows a different order of operators. Next to Gina she begins to remove her team uniform. Facing Phil. “Hey Phil, since you're going to be looking at our pussies you should take your pants off too. That way we can tell if you get hard.”

“Brooke!” Gina scolds. 

Phil looks to the ceiling as the college student's large breast clears her bathing suit. “I'm not going to be looking anywhere I shouldn't. I just need time to make sure I have access to a clean line of sight in case someone gets hurt.”

“How big is your dick then,” Brooke teases. “Big enough that we can see the bulge through those pants if it gets hard.”

Penny's face is red, “Brooke can you not make this harder than it has to be!?” 

Brooke cackles, “I’m already trying to make sure something isn’t harder than it should be.” The girls sang their displeasure as a chorus. Despite Penny’s annoyance with Brooke, she was doing her a favor. Like the canary in the coal mine, Brooke proved that Phil is being respectful. Not taking this opportunity to ogle the young, attractive, nude coed. Despite being undressed Brooke doesn't immediately go to the showers. Instead she sits on the bench. Legs spread as if she had a big pair of balls she was trying not to crush between her thick thighs. Facing in Phil's direction. Casually talking as if she was wasting time before class. Not getting much response from her far more bashful teammates.

Penny is still uneasy but has just enough resolve to join the other two women. Not wanting to be sole, last changer the other two women quickly follow her in. Getting all their shower supplies ready before starting to undress.

Gina is quietly relieved too. Trying to move quickly without making it obvious she is. Her nerves make her forget to gather up her shower supplies before the bathing suit comes off. Now stuck in the awkward position of having to retrieve stuff out of her locker while fully nude. While standing in the corner of a man's eye. At nearly six feet tall, Gina is the most athletic of the bunch. The only one who may have been able to compete at a serious level if she really focused on it. Ultimately deciding on the safer and more prosperous academic route. Time she didn't spend studying was often spent in the gym. Giving her a toned, well crafted body. Small boobs for her tall stature. Muscles acutely visible on her feminine body. 

Gina struggles to play it cool while she bends at her knees to get something off of the locker floor. Wonder what parts of her anatomy would be available to a glance from Phil. If it was just her female teammates she wouldn’t have a single concern. Between showering, changing, and the occasionally playfulness, it wasn’t like her teammates were seeing anything new. She probably could identify every one of them by their pubic hair and vulva alone. They’d likely be able to pick her vagina out of a line up too. 

Adding one disinterested man to the mix and all that comfort vanishes. Everything he’d be seeing on Gina would be new to him. Even her boyfriend has only seen her topless and now she needs to bare it all in full view of a man who is basically a stranger. As she stands back up she takes a subtle glance at Phil. Still not looking. At least he wasn't looking then. No way of knowing if he stole a peek while parts of her would have been peeking back. She grabs a towel and holds it in front of her. Covering her chest and down midway to her thighs. Some of her midriff and hips spilled out of the sides. Making sure to face Phil so her exposed, toned backside would stay hidden.

“This feels so weird,” Hannah whispers loud enough for the girls to hear. 

Penny nods and keeps checking Phil isn't watching. “I know. Even though he isn't looking, it feels like he can see everything.” Those three strip in unison. Like heard animals trying to blend in the pack. 

In the short window where the three are fully exposed, Brooke suddenly shouts, “Oh my god! Leah! What's wrong.” Phil's head instinctively snaps to women. Not knowing them by name. Ready to render emergency aid. Only to see the three mortified girls looking back at him. Hastily covering up. Brooke boldly sitting with akimbo legs and laughing. Gina looks worried with the most critical parts of her modesty shielded. His eyes bounced between the five women. Making sure they were all ok. The looks only lasted a second or two each yet his mind processed so much information. 

Brooke is by far the curviest of the bunch. He now knew Brooke did a thorough job shaving. All of her curves instantly branded into his memory with a red hot iron. With big boobs being dragged down by gravity. Large, dark areolas and small nipples topping them. Wide hips spreading out on the wooden bench. Her perfect looking, innie slit is hard to not appreciate. 

Penny is a natural red head judging by her tidy landing strip. With a perky bosom on the smaller side. Light colored nipples that blend in with her pale skin. 

Leah had a dark bush. Far more hair than he expected a swimmer to sport. Not as if they were competing at an Olympic level though. So much he assumed some would sneak out of her bathing suit. Boobs that topped the bell curve. Wonderfully average in size. 

Hannah's boobs were on the smaller side too. Bigger than Penny's. More define areolas with their wine color and puffy nipples. Blonde hair on her head and no hair down below. Her petite thighs reveal her prominent labia noticeably dangling between her legs. 

Hannah, contorting her body in an attempt to cover everything at once, shouts at her teammate, “what the hell Brooke! He just saw me naked”

Brooke is unapologetic, “What the hell Phil? I thought you said you weren't going to look at our pussies. I totally saw you look at mine.” 

“Mine too,” Leah grimaces. No doubt in her mind that Phil just saw everything. Being seen in such a vulnerable state started an unfamiliar brew inside of her. Like the sheer embarrassment overflowed into different emotions. Finding it strangely arousing. Perhaps so mortified that her mind is trying to protect her. Trick her into thinking it turned her on, rather than embarrassed her. Unsure how to process this new emotion. She could let Phil see her again. See how that felt. But what if she regrets it? Double the embarrassment. No rewards.

Brooke snickers, “Don't worry Leah, he can't see anything through that thicket down there.” Chaos ensues. Leah uses both her hands to cover her bush and scoffs. The other two by her side aggressively affirm her body. Complimenting her natural look.

Phil stammers, trying to justify his actions. Gina feels like she’s failing to control the room and manages to quiet everyone down. “Brooke we all know that was your fault. He was just doing his job and checking to see we were ok.” 

Brooke huffs, “yeah. Now he knows all our vagina’s are perfectly safe.” 

“Brooke!” Gina scolds. “You’re already undressed so why don’t you head to the showers and stop causing problems.”

Brooke, still laughing, nods her head. “Oh you all are way too sensitive. It’s not going to kill you if a random guy sees your goods. Plenty have seen mine and look how great I'm doing. But I’m tired of waiting for you slow pokes anyway. I’ll see you girls in the shower.” She carries her towel by her side. Big boobs and thick backside bouncing in the open air. A U-shaped path takes her around the locker room wall and into the showers. She stops next to Phil, who is at the base of the U so he can see both areas. “And he'll see you in there too.” 

Gina scolds her again, “Brooke you're going to have to swim extra laps next practice.” The punishment is accepted with a laugh. Brooke hangs her towel outside of the shower and begins her bathing. The basic, rectangular room shows the dated amenities of the small, older school. Shower heads coming out of the walls on the left and right. No cover. No privacy. Whoever designed never concerned there may be some bashful women trying to hide from the gaze of an unexpected male chaperon. 

Phil adjusts his vision so he can see Brooke out of the corner of his eye. Enough to know she is OK without talking in too many of her details. Yet he could still see enough to know what she was doing. Where her hands were scrubbing. What position she was in. Thanks to her earlier stunt his fresh memory is able to fill in the blanks. Desperately hoping his jeans were thick enough to hide the swelling of his below average sized penis. One of the only times he was glad he didn't have a big one. 

The other girls are ready and Gina is eager to get into the showers and get this over with. “Ready girls,” she asks.

Hannah dashes behind her. Wrapping her arms around her midriff. “Shield me with your tall body.”

“Just grab a towel,” Gina raises her elbows in the air and tries to shake her off. Feeling her puffy nipples tickle her back. 

“We have to hang the towels outside of the shower. It will only give me cover for like five feet. You can give me cover all the way in.”

Penny likes the idea. Becoming the new caboose and wrapping her arms around the other two as much as she could. Her landing strip scratched against Hannah’s backside. “Good idea. Shield me too. But wait. Hannah you’re shorter than me so you should go back.

Hannah squeezes Gina tighter. I’m not going in back. He can see my butt if I’m in back.”

“I don’t want him seeing my butt either. And it makes more sense to go from tallest to shortest.” Penny tries to squeeze between the two women. Sliding her flat hands between the two snug bodies. Some incidental contact with the top part of Gina's backside. 

Gina ruins both of their plans. “Ladies! If we try to walk like this we’re going to trip over each other and he’ll have to come check to make sure we’re ok. Do you really want him coming in for a close up?” The uncomfortable Phil shifts on his feet. Pretending like he can’t hear the discussion. She manages to create a gap between her and the other two girls. “Brooke is partially correct. It’s really not that big of a deal.” 

“If it's not a big deal why are you covering up?” Hannah smirks.

“Yeah you never do that when it's just us in here,” Penny crosses her arms. Gina tries to come up with a valid, non-Phil related reason but none comes. Not seeing how she can make her point and maintain the semblance of modesty.

“Fine,” Gina says and holds the towel to her side. “Now can we go into the shower.” 

“What if he looks when we're not looking,” Penny whines. 

Gina sighs, “he won’t. And even if he does it’s not a big deal.”

“Then let him look at you,” Penny shimmies her head like a brat.

Phil tries to help, “I’m not going to look unless I have a valid medical reason.”

“Give him a reason Gina!” Penny insists. “Did you ever get that mole on your hip checked?”

She did. By a female dermatologist. Already given the all clear. She could see the distress her teammates were in and did want to help. If their leader retreats then so will they. If their leader shows fear then so will they. Wishing there was a better way. Instead she swallows her pride with a big gulp. “Actually Phil I have been meaning to get this check out. Can I get your opinion?” 

Phil’s eyes cheat in her direction. “If you are sure.”

“Yeah,” Gina clears her throat to hide the quiver in her voice. “It’s right here, near my belly button.” She walks closer to Phil. Making sure the other girls could see her bravery but Phil would not see them in the background. Going to need a cold shower to cool her overheating body. She points to an area just below her belly button. Slightly off center. Phil takes a direct look. Eyes on the mole but couldn’t stop his mind from focusing on her small nipples. From focusing on her clit peeing between her legs. 

“Looks fine to me but maybe check with a dermatologist to make sure,” he starts to turn away again but Gina feels the worst is over. Willing to sacrifice a little more for the sake of her team. 

“Thanks Phil. Mind giving my body a quick once over to make sure I didn’t miss any,” Gina sticks her arms out and braces for impact. Feeling as if Phil’s gaze could knock her off her feet. Powerless to stop his brain from processing all of her intimate details. Eyes go over her breasts. Down her midriff. Between her legs. Gina cringes, knowing he’ll never forget she looks like nude. He’ll always know what her nipples look like. What kind of labia she has. How she keeps her non-existent pubic hair. Anytime they happen to cross paths on the small campus she’ll have to wonder if he’s mentally undressing. Accurately filling in all the obscured body parts. 

“Not seeing anything concerning,” Phil nervously says. 

Gina spins around. Holding her pose of maximum exposure with her arms out. “And anything on this side.” She could only see the impressed, yet worried looks on her coy teammates’ faces. Not Phil. Not needing to see him to know he was studying her sculpted ass. All those squats and she never thought she’d be letting a random guy scan the bum she was building. 

“Also looks good. I mean nothing to worry about,” his breathing gets faster. “But you still should make an appointment to be sure.”

“Thanks Phil,” Gina nods. Internally screaming with how bad she wanted to cover up. Yet she holds strong. Letting all of her hang out. Almost done though. Just needs to keep her cool long enough to get this shower done. “Alright girls, we wasted enough time.”

“Check his dick. I bet it’s hard,” Brooke calls out from the shower. Gina shakes her head and ignores her. 

Hannah and Penny reluctantly wrap themselves in towels. Preserving what little modestly they could. Leah on the other hand got hit by some unexpected jealousy. Watching Gina bare her body so boldly caused some tingling between her legs. Wishing she thought of that. She could ask Phil for the same treatment but it may make it too obvious. Instead she leaves her towel off Following her teammates. Hoping if she was in the back Phil may try to sneak in a peek at her caboose. A subtle glance over her shoulder was inconclusive. 

Brooke was finishing up as the others just got started. “You want me to keep an eye on him ladies?” Brooke jokes as she turns her faucet off. 

Gina sighs again, “That’s not necessary Brooke. Just get dressed.” 

Brooke grabs her towel but is enjoying making Phil blush too much. “Hey Phil, now that the hot water loosened up my muscles would you mind helping me stretch a little. My hammies are a little tight.” Gina is still recovering from her own show and decides to let Phil handle that one on his own.

Phil finds his resolve weakening. Examining Gina’s body really challenged his professional ethics. He knew Brooke was messing with him. But wouldn’t mind an excuse to get another look at all of her alluring assets. “Are you actually asking for help? Or is this another joke.”

“I’m serious,” she says with a big smirk. “It’s been tight for so long now and nothing I do helps.” 

“Alright, I can give you a few stretches. Since you’re standing, just stand upright. Good. Now push your one heel out and on the ground. And apply some downward force on your thigh. You should feel it in your hamstring.” Brooke is already well aware of various hamstring stretches and easily follows his instructions.

“Yeah this does feel good.” She spins around and does the other leg. Making sure to bend far enough that her pussy is looking back at Phil. Her bum is a little too thick to fully reveal her asshole. 

“You don’t need to turn around,” Phil takes a step to the side so the girls in the shower can’t see him gawking at the view. Brook’s pussy looks delicious and delectable. Wishing she gave him a reason to touch it. Instead Brooke briefly breaks his trance as she stands up and faces him.

“I heard this one is good too,” she puts her towel on the ground and sits down. Keeping her legs straight she spreads her feet wide apart. As far as she could. Then leans towards her one foot. “Yeah I can really feel that pulling.” Her sitting with such wide legs opens up her vagina. Even with her innie look he could make out the pink of her lower lips. 

“Uhh…” Phil stammers. “That’s good too.”

“Yeah it already feels better,” Brooke giggles looking at his groin. “Ugh. I still can’t tell if you’re hard.” He was.

“Brooke!” Peter scolds and turns his hips away before she can get any incriminating information. “Just get dressed.” He hated how those words sounded coming out of his mouth. At least this wouldn’t be the last time he got to appreciate her form. 

Brooke gets dressed with no more tricks. Leaving the room and leaving the other four bashful ones alone. Peter takes his previous spot. Getting the side eye to look at all them. Doing his best to stop his mind from fantasizing about each one. Penny struggled the most with the potential voyeur in sight. Considering leaving her legs and feet dirty so she didn’t have to bend over. Instead making sure she faced her bum away from him as she did. The others are less strategic and just trying to get done as fast as possible. All except Leah. Who was moving uncharacteristically slow. When the other three finished up she gave them a demur smile. “Sorry ladies. You don’t have to wait for me.” 

“Are you sure,” Gina forces herself to ask. Desperate to get her clothes on as fast as possible.

“Yeah. Gina I think you proved he’s fine,” Leah gives a little laugh. 

Gina hides a grimace at the reminder. Thinking, “I can’t believe I showed this guy my vagina.” 

“You heard her,” Penny says, covering her chest and mound with her arms and hands as she dashes to her towel. “I need clothes on now.” 

“Oh my god, same here,” Hannah follows in toe. They wrap their towels around their wet bodies and Phil hides his disappointment. Gina comes out a little slower. Also wrapping herself up now that her scrutiny is over. The girls quickly dress and depart. Leaving Leah alone with the man in her locker room.

“Sorry am I holding you up,” Leah calls out.

“No, I’m on the clock. Either working here or back in my office,” Phil shrugs with his eyes away.

“Ok good. This warm shower feels extra nice right now. I had a good workout yesterday and I’m a little sore,” she says. Trying to draw his gaze.

“Yeah warm water can really help,” Phil tries to keep it casual. 

“Phil, it feels a little weird talking to you while you’re looking at the ceiling,” her heart starts racing. Mind telling her not to do this. It’s not worth the potential thrill. Yet she has to know if that feeling from earlier wasn’t a phantom. Find out if she really likes showing off her body. “I trust you so you can look at me while we talk.” 

If she told him that at the beginning he would have resisted. Wanting there to be no doubt he is nothing but professional. Brooke’s little show made him weak. Unable to resist. He looks at her. She’s standing at a slight angle to him. One knee up. Arms at her sides. Not hiding a thing. Posing for him even. 

A bolt of lightning hits Leah’s body. Watching Phil’s eyes dance over her full form. She puts her knee down and faces him. Disguising her actions by letting the water rinse the remaining soap off of her. Eyes continue to scan her body. Feeling herself getting wetter and wetter, and not because of the shower. They were alone. She feels too heated to not take a risk. She turns the shower off. “There now it feels like a real conversation. We’ll just ignore that part about me being naked,” she giggles at her newly found wild self. Phil nods. Unable to find any words. 

Leah walks right at him. Staring at him in his erratic eyes. Strutting in a way to tease him but not make it obvious. “How long do you have to stay in here?”

Phil clears his throat. “Until the last student leaves.” 

“And you’re only supposed to intervene if one of us is in trouble. Right? No other reason?” Leah walks to the changing area. Phil’s head tracking her the entire way. 

“Correct,” Phil says and squirms. She was acting strange and he is dying to find out why. Leah takes a seat on the bench closest to him. Sitting sideways so one leg was on each side. Even with all that hair he could see her pussy. Clit swollen and some of that feminine nectar decorating her opening. 

“So if I start to do this,” Leah says and runs a finger around her clit, “you shouldn’t do anything to stop me.” 

Phil watches for a moment in stunned silence. Watching as this woman he barely knew pleasures herself in front of him. “Correct,” he coughs out. Barely louder than a whisper. Leah smirked at him. A fire raging in her gut. Fantastic sex with a well hung guy couldn’t match this intensity. She continues playing with her clit. Fingers herself. Licks her juices off her finger. Tweaks her nipples. Back to her clit. All while Phil’s watchful eyes take in everything. 

Likely there was a rule she was breaking. Masturbating in a common area of a locker room certainly had to violate some standard. But he didn’t care to find out. Didn’t care to suggest it. He watches the show. Feeling his cock dripping inside of his pants. He wanted to pull it out. See if she wanted to play with it. If she wanted him to fuck her. “Next week,” he tells himself. Make sure she wouldn’t turn him in for doing so. 

Leah’s breathing gets more irregular. Her hand slaps over her mouth as she lets out a muffled moan. “Fuck!” Her high pitched squeal is the strongest aphrodisiac Phil ever consumed. Her body bucks as the orgasm rages through her. “Woo, that felt good.” Leah says and looks at Phil looking at her. Jaw on the floor. Delight in his eyes. “I want to keep going but I do have to get to class. Are you going to be here every practice?”

“At least once a week,” Phil manages to say.

“Good,” Leah winks. She begins to get dressed. Bending over for him and shaking her ass a few times. Spreading it for him. Making sure he knew what her other hole looked like. The last of her clothes cover her body. She gathers up her things. “See you then!”