I began to develop this fantasy after a few months of masturbating. It’s silly and very improbable, and I know it would never happen for real like this, but I find it helps me to feel aroused when I masturbate. Again, I am about sixteen or seventeen. It’s a Sunday morning and I have gone to Splashdown, which is a Water Park in Poole, Dorset. It’s about half an hour from where I live. I’ve gone there on my own. I would never go on my own for real, but in my fantasy I have travelled there on the bus. Splashdown is a huge place, with lots of water slides, flumes, whirlpools and shoots, inside and outside. Most of the flumes and chutes all end in a large pool in front of the cafe and spectator area. I’m sitting in a large rubber ring, floating along one of the “rivers” which leaves the building, and gently meanders outside, and eventually drops down a waterfall back into the building. As I am enjoying a few moments of calm water, I suddenly realise that four guys have caught up from behind. They are in their early twenties, I guess. They are messing about, making a lot of noise. My rubber ring has slowed to a stop in quiet pool, and they swim level with me. I try to ignore them, but they seem keen to be annoying. “Hey…do ya want us to pull you down the river?” one of them calls out. “No thanks. I’m okay here,” I reply. “Aw…she don’t want to play with us.” They start laughing. “You sure you don’t want us to pull ya down?” “Very sure.” One of them swims over and begins to spin my ring around, with me sat in it, my feet hanging over the edge. “Please don’t,” I tell him. “Oooh …please don’t!!” he says, and the others start laughing, copying him. “Please don’t….please don’t…please don’t.” I start feeling a bit scared now. Why doesn’t someone else come down this way and help me? “Look, just leave me alone, okay,” I tell them, trying to sound brave. “I don’t want to be pulled down there.” “Well, maybe we should pull something else down then,” he says. One of the others grins. Suddenly, they are surrounding me, and two of them grab my arms, holding them above my head. I shout at them to get off, but the other two take hold of my legs. I try to fight them off, but they are too strong. I am helpless, as I watch them begin to pull at my bikini Acıbadem escort panties. I scream, but the sound is lost in the mix of other shouts and screams from around the water park. Within seconds, the two guys have pulled my panties down my legs and off, revealing my shaved pussy. To my horror, the other two who have been pinning my arms down start pulling at my bikini top. “You bastards…leave me alone….” I scream, wriggling and fighting to get loose from their grip. But it’s no use. Laughing and jeering, they manage to pull my top off, and one of them fondles my breasts. I am helpless, still sat, trapped in the rubber ring, now totally naked, surrounded by these four guys. With my legs still held down on the ring, another guy puts his hand between my legs. I scream and scream, as I feel his fingers rub my outer labia. Then, as quickly as it had begun, it was over. “Time to go,” one of them calls out. Suddenly they are gone, swimming off round a bend in the “river”, one holding my bikini panties, the other my top. I am left there, sat in the ring, naked and trembling. Now I realise I am in a very difficult situation. I clamber off the ring and stand in the middle of it holding it against me, so that it at least covers my breasts. But it isn’t going to help me for long. Somehow, I have to get back to the changing rooms – but how? I push the ring out into the flow of water and float along, holding it against my breasts. The river winds round several bends, and then the final chute into the large pool, in front of the cafe area. Terrified, I hold onto the ring and slide down the chute. As I’m taken down the slide, I sit down, by naked bum slipping on the plastic slide. Suddenly I’ve lost my balance, and fall backwards, as the speed increases. The rubber ring slips from my hands, and I slide feet first on my back down the chute, the ring in front of me. Then, splash. I arrive, totally naked, in the pool in front of the cafe and spectators area. OMG!!! I’m terrified now, naked in a public viewing area, with nowhere to hide. I look for the ring, but it has drifted across the pool. I swim towards the side, hoping that no one has been looking as I had emerged from the chute. Maybe I had got lucky. Kaynarca escort bayan Maybe no one had noticed a naked seventeen year old girl come flying out of the chute into the pool. But no. Already, I can see several heads turned my way, and expressions of surprise and shock. Oh…shit. I am feeling so shocked by what those guys had done to me, but embarrassed now at being in such an exposed situation. What the hell am I going to do? I grab hold of the side rail, and walk around the edge of the pool until I am at the point closest to the exit to the communal lockers and changing areas. There are a few people in the pool looking at me, obviously surprised. There is no sign of the four guys who had placed me in this humiliating position. When I reach the exit, I realise I have to just do it. I summon up the courage, and then quickly I find the steps with my feet, and climb out of the pool. Wearing nothing but my locker key around my wrist, I step out of the pool, one arm covering my breasts, and the other covering my pussy, and walk quickly past the cafe area. I hear a few cheers as I pass by, from some blokes sat at the tables. Then, thankfully, I reach the exit. I follow the passage down to the lockers, and pass several people on the way. They just stare are me in disbelief, as I dash past, then through the communal shower area. There are three ladies under the showers. I walk past, and hear one of them call out. “Oh my God – did you just see that – she had nothing on!” I turn the corner, hoping that the changing area will be empty, but can hear the buzz of activity, lots of voices and people! Oh Shit! The changing area at Splashdown is one large space, with changing cubicles and lockers to store belongings. There is no separation between men and women, apart from the toilets. As I enter the changing room, I am faced with having to get to my locker, through all these people. There are men and women of all ages, some coming in and out of the cubicles, and some putting things in lockers, some dressed and some wearing swimwear. Still in shock at what the guys did to me, I now face the humiliation of walking through the crowded aisles to locate my locker. I feel my cheeks burning with embarrassment. Escort Aydınlı Trying to cover myself with my hands, I make my way through. Where is my locker? I look at the number on the key – eight hundred and twenty one. Panicking, I walk up and down the aisles. I get shocked looks as I squeeze past people. Two lads see me, and grin. “Nice tits love,” one says. I ignore them and keep walking. A woman mutters, “Disgusting.” Thank God! I take the key off my wrist, and put it in the lock. Nearly there. Nearly there. I just need to get my things…then I’m safe. A middle aged man is putting things in a locker a few feet away, and stares at me, as I stand with nothing on, desperately trying to open my locker. Shit. Come on. Come on. Shit. Why won’t the key turn? I take it out and turn it round. Shit!!! I can hardly breathe now. Naked and dripping wet, I plead with the key to turn, but it doesn’t. It’s jammed! Then a couple appear and walk down the aisle towards me. The man’s eyes pop out of his head as he sees me stood there with nothing on. The lady stares at me in disgust. “Shouldn’t you be using the cubicles to change in? This isn’t the place to undress you know.” I try to explain that my clothes are in the locker but the lock is jammed. The man keeps staring at my nakedness, smiling at me. I cover my breasts again with my arm in embarrassment, but there is no escaping his gaze. “Well, put your swim things back on then,” she says in a nasty tone, “This is a public area you know – people don’t want to be seeing slutty girls like you wandering around with nothing on!” I can feel myself close to tears now. “I haven’t got my bikini…it was taken off me in the pool.” But she isn’t listening, and walks off. He follows, but keeps looking at me, until they disappear around the corner. Fuck. Fuck. I try the lock again. It still won’t turn, and now I can’t even get the key out. Shit. The middle aged guy is still there, pretending he isn’t looking at me. “Excuse me. Please can you help? My locker is jammed and I can’t get my clothes out,” I plead. He stares at me, obviously taken aback at having a naked teenage girl stood in front of him. “Would you go and get someone to help me? I can’t go out there looking like this,” I ask, realising that he is looking down at the puffy lips of my labia. He nods. “Yeah, Ok. I’ll see if I can find someone for you.” I thank him, and he walks off down the aisle. I wait nearly fifteen minutes , standing in the aisle as people come and go, seeing their shocked expressions as they realise I have nothing on.