It had to be in the closet, but it was so packed with junk it'd take a week to just get to the bottom of it. "Great," he said out loud, "I'm never going to find it in time." After removing armfuls of junk, he finally found his squash racket, but in the darkness and cold, a sliver of light from the adjoining room shone through. He thought about it for a second, what was on the other side of the wall? Eureka! He realised with a smile creeping along his face, it was the women's shower room.

He dropped to his knees and peered into the small opening to see if he could make anything out. If he held his eye just at the right angle, he could see the lower part of adjoining room, but because these walls were cement block, he had about six inches of brick to look through, which really limited what you could see. Not wanting to take any more time, he hopped up and headed off to play his squash match.

At eleven o'clock the next morning, Keith decided he had to find out exactly what part of the shower the crack in his closet was facing. Checking to make sure no one was milling around in the hall, Keith gingerly pushed open the door to the women's shower room and listened for the sound of running water, voices, or anything else for that matter. Finding it empty he quickly entered the shower room. That's when he saw it, the crack in the wall that led to his closet. "Holy shit," he said excitedly, he could see almost the whole shower room, that is if he could knock out some brick so he could get his eye right up to the crack. Making sure no one was in the hall out side the shower room door, he slipped back out side and headed back to his room, and made some plans.

That evening he turned his stereo up to hide the noise and got to work with a hammer and a cold chisel, two very simple tools, but necessary if he was to break away some of the concrete in his closet. Again, he went out into the hall first and opened the shower room door, checking that it was empty, before returning to his room to expand the opening on his side of the wall. It was noisy and dirty work, but in less than ten minutes he had successfully removed enough concrete so that he could get his eye right up next to the shower room side of the wall. After removing the debris, he got down onto the floor and looked through the crack. "My god," he mumbled," a perfect view of most of the room. Now all he had to do was wait.

Keith stood outside his room looking as innocent as possible until he saw a tall lean redhead walking down the hallway to the shower blocks. Pretending he was leaving his room he passed her casually in the hallway and politely said, "Hi."

She casually returned the greeting and entered the shower blocks and Keith quickly doubled back to his room. Quickly getting into his closet he placed his eye to the crack and incredibly, not more than twenty feet away, he watched the red head calmly soap every inch of her body as she stood under the hot steaming jets of water. 'I've died and gone to heaven,' he thought to himself as she faced him while running her hand all over her soap filled pussy. 'Jesus, she's washing her cunt right in front of me, and she's beautiful,' he thought.

Then, just as quickly as she arrived, she turned off the water and vacated the shower area, leaving him panting at what he had just witnessed. He had hoped it would be good, but instead it was excellent. He spent the next hour in his closet, but no more girls entered much to his dismay.

After returning late the next night from a study session at the library, Keith went straight to the closet and assumed his position.

What he saw surpassed even his wildest dreams. There right in front of him was the snooty brunette Carol from his history class. The same girl that would never even give him the time of day, with her big firm tits, long slim legs, and a hairy pussy that looked like it could use a trim. What he was finding out even in just his first two experiences, and what was to become a basic truth on ninety percent of what he would see, was that the girls spent an inordinate amount of time washing their pussies. The red head the previous evening had her hand on her muff for most of her shower. Now, Miss Stuck Up Carol, was casually rubbing her pussy constantly. All at once he saw her stiffen as her fingers disappeared into the lips of her twat, and he thought, 'My god, she's just masturbated and had an orgasm.' When she reached out to steady herself by leaning against the wall he was sure of it.

"Well," he whispered with a chuckle, "you can treat me like a door mat, but I've just seen you jerk your clit, bitch."

Over the next few days Brian got a chance to see practically every girl on the tenth floor totally naked. It wasn't always the best bodies that were the most interesting either. There was an overweight dark haired girl that had incredibly big boobs with areolae that must have been four inches across, with thimble size nipples that always stayed hard. She was soon joined by a very short blonde who had the lips of her pussy shaved smooth, along with outstanding tan lines where her tiny bikini had blocked out the sun. The two of them stood side by side soaping up, and even though he couldn't hear their conversation, it was evident that they were having a good time together as they both seemed to be laughing at what ever they were saying. After about ten minutes of washing, the blonde walked over to the door leading to the changing area, looked around, returned to the tubby brunette. Then incredibly, took a hard nipple into her mouth and sucked on it greedily.

The brunette reached down between her legs and furiously frigged her clit until she shook with a shattering climax. Still stunned from the sudden turn of events, Keith wasn't ready when the tubby brunette slid to the floor and calmly began tonguing the little blonde's bare cunt lips. That was it, Keith couldn't take it any more, so he quickly pulled out his already hard prick and started jerking it wildly to orgasm while watching the blonde writhe around as she ground her slit into the brunette's mouth. As she was sucking, the brunette's huge chest swung back and forth, allowing her erect nipples to brush across her thighs, while the blonde twisted her own nipples and stood with her legs wide apart, allowing the brunette to service her demanding snatch.

Keith had never seen a woman, or man for that matter, cum as violently as the little blonde did. Her hips bucked forward and her pussy spasmed out of control, while the brunette skilfully kept her mouth attached to the blond's pussy until every last bit of juice was swallowed down. The women didn't know it, but there were three people coming down from their orgasms as Keith coated the wall of his closet with his seed.

Until the end of the college year, Keith spent many an hour watching the showering techniques of his female college mates. For sure, those memories of the days and nights spent at the crack would stay with him forever.