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Sally sat and waited, and waited. She felt jazzed up from running around school and all the intense emotions that had come with it, so just sitting there in the dark was hard. But as she sat, she realized it wasn't quite as dark as she first thought. The door wasn't sealed very well on the bottom and a bit of light came in from the brightly lit lobby. Once her eyes had adjusted to this, she found it was enough to faintly make out shapes in the room.

Might as well explore, she thought. It was a way to kill some time at least. First she checked by the door for a light switch, but she had no luck with that. Perhaps exploring in the dark could be kind of fun, since it was nothing she'd ever tried before. So she started investigating the contents of the room, half by her dim vision and half by touch.

The first shelf she checked was fully off bottles, but it was impossible to read any labels, so she just assumed were cleaning chemicals and wisely decided to leave them alone. The next was only marginally more interesting: sponges, paper towels, spare mop heads and the like. But at least she was able to identify these by touch, which she made into a game of sorts. As she worked her way towards the back, the shelves became less organized and started to contain things with no obvious relation to cleaning. One that took her quite a while to figure out for instance was a mechanical typewriter. Goodness only know how long ago it had been stored there, or why.

In the very back, there weren't even shelves, just stacks of items with no apparent organization at all. It reminded Sally of what her garage had been like until her father made a major endeavor of clearing it out a couple years before. Anyway, it was this section that caught her attention the most, and she waded into the mass of objects to see what she could find.

Being in the dark, she had started to forget she was naked, but feeling various thing brush up again her bare skin once again reminded her of this. She brought one hand down to the private place to confirm. Yes, definitely naked. Having finally reached a safe place it didn't bother her too much though, and in fact she found it kind of exciting. James would be there to take care of her soon, she thought, so why not just enjoy the naughty feeling of being naked where she shouldn't be until then? She went back to exploring the strange collection with renewed enthusiasm.

There were all kinds of things, from the mundane like a stack of folding chairs, to the exotic a realistic model of a skeleton... at least she hoped it was a model. She even found a cardboard box full of what she judged to be costumes from some long ago school play. Earlier she would have been grateful for any covering at all, but dressing no longer seemed quite so urgent, and finding a usable outfit in there wouldn't have been too easy without better light, so she didn't bother.

Something else did catch her eye through the gloom though, it was all the way against the wall, light colored, and had the rough outline a horse's head. Some kind of prop, she wondered? What a weird thing do see down here. She couldn't resist crawling back to take a closer look.

Sure enough, upon touching it, she could tell it was indeed shaped like a horse's head, but extricating it from the pile proved much harder than she expected; it was connected to something big. Now Sally was really intrigued though, so she continued to wrestle it free, and probably making quite a mess. Though to be fair it wasn't very far from a mess to begin with. Finally she pulled the mysterious item loose, falling backwards on her ass and pulling the thing on top of herself. Something that sounded like a can of coffee beans fell and rattled across the floor nearby.

Luckily, although it was fairly heavy, the part that landed on her was a smooth curved beam. After lying there a moment considering whether she had been injured (she hadn't), she finally figured out what it was: A wooden rocking horse. "Wow.", Sally said to no one. She's only ever seen the cheap plastic kind before, except maybe in an old TV show or something. She knew she was a bit old for such toys, but it she was determined to try it out. She also realized she had made quite a bit of noise, so as soon as she got to her feet she stood quietly listening for any sign she'd been noticed.

Instead she heard the bell, indicating the end of the school day. That was relief, but she knew James would have to wait for everyone to clear out before he could come get her, so she still had some time to kill. And what better way than with her new discovery? But first she had to get it to somewhere with a little space. As large as the "closet" was, it was crammed pretty full.

With some difficulty, Sally got it clear of the more chaotic back section, and, trying to be a little more careful about making it noise, she dragged it towards the entrance, which was the only area with any free floor space to speak of. This was also the best lit part of the room and when she finally had it in place and stopped to admire her handiwork she saw that the rocking horse was quite well made, and it wasn't small either. She thought of these more as toys for young children, but it was not undersized for her.

In fact, getting on proved challenging, given the conditions. But eventually she located a pair of pegs that seemed to serve as stirrups, climbed up on one side and hoisted herself into position. Immediately, she noticed that the seat wasn't very comfortable. In fact, what Sally didn't know was that the seat was completely missing, which might have had something to do with why it was stored back there. She was essentially riding "bare back" on the sculpted panel making up the horse's body, which was only an inch or so thick. But she dismissed that, thinking perhaps it only felt odd since she was naked, started to rock back and forth.

It moved smoothly enough, and it was as fun as Sally hoped. She tried to imagine she was riding a real horse, but she couldn't stop thinking about the fact that she was naked. It reminded her of that story... who was it? Cleopatra? Aphrodite? Ah, Godiva, that was the one about a lady riding through town naked. She couldn't remember hearing any details about why she did that, but it sounded exciting.

And so, without really intending to, she ended up fantasizing about riding a horse naked through town. At first she imagined herself as young Lady Godiva (was she like a princess or something? Sally wasn't sure, but that's how she imagined it) riding through some generic medieval town. She imagined trying to run though quickly before anyone saw her, and started rocking faster. But as she did so, her awkward perch on the seatless horse's back became harder to ignore. Still, it didn't really hurt hurt, and the slight discomfort somehow added to the urgency of her fantasy.

Sally imagined that people were coming out of their little cottages to see what the commotion was and she had to race by as fast as she could before they got a good look at her. She started wondering what would happen if the people did see her. She knew she didn't want that to happen but it was exciting at the same time. She wasn't Godiva anymore though, and she was thinking about how the real people in her town would react. That nice old lady Eunice from the women's club would say "Bless my soul!" and maybe faint. She imagined her neighbor Mr. Gorden shouting "Damn, girl, what's gotten into you?" Her own mother would call "Sally!" scoldingly and order her to come inside, but she couldn't stop. She wasn't sure why not exactly, but she knew she had to keep riding naked.

Maybe it had something to do with the growing discomfort between her legs. She was starting to feel kind of strange down there, but it was the kind of discomfort that makes you want to mess with it, like a loose tooth. So rather than stop, or slow down, she leaned into it. Putting her weight on her private parts and grinding them against the smooth surface. She had lost track of her imaginary scenario by that point, she was just Sally riding a rocking horse naked in the dark again, but it didn't matter, it was the weirdest, best feeling she'd ever had.

And that's how James found her when he opened the door. What happened next?