Heatstroke

A Girl Got Heatstroke During a Swimming Lesson and Had Her Swimsuit Stripped Off (A Personal Experience from School)
Submitter: Lewd Anonymous-san
Author: Anonymous Writer
Translator: Anonymous Translator (not the submitter or author)
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One very sunny day in the summer of eighth grade, it was so hot that I feel like the temperature must've been over 35 degrees.
I had a swimming lesson that day.

My school had combined phys ed classes for boys and girls. When we used the pool, it was split up with the boys in lanes 1 to 3 and the girls in lanes 4 to 6.

The phys ed teacher was an old guy in his 50s, and he had a real penchant for giving long lectures whenever something went wrong, maybe because he was also the guidance counselor.
That day was no exception: when he spotted some boys fooling around and some girls wasting time chatting, he made the whole class sit on the poolside while he preached at us.
After he finished that, he went right into an explanation of how to do the breaststroke, so it was ages before we actually got to get in the pool and try it ourselves.

Meanwhile, because we had to wait so long under the blazing sun for our turn to swim, there was one girl who collapsed on the poolside.
Everybody crowded around her, and the soon the teacher hurried over too.
When the teacher saw the girl's condition, he picked her up in a princess carry and moved her over into the shade.

The teacher laid the collapsed girl down face-up in the shade, with the class looking on concerned from the sidelines.
The girl seemed partially conscious, but her breathing was really rough, almost hyperventilating, and she wasn't replying to anyone.
The teacher instructed nearby students to go and grab a towel, some kickboards, and a bucket of water.
I was one of the students who wasn't given a task, and I was shaken by the sudden crisis, so all I could do was stand there and watch in silence.

With a pained expression on his face, the teacher spoke to the girl lying down. He said that she was in danger of not being able to breathe with her chest constricted, and so he was going to have to briefly undress her. His hands moved to the shoulder straps of her school swimsuit.
In response, the girl shook her head with a look on her face like she was about to cry. She tried to say something, but apparently she could barely speak or move her body. I couldn't hear her voice at all.
The teacher supported the girl's neck and upper body with one hand while using the other to pull down her still-damp swimsuit.
As each side of her swimsuit gradually slipped down, the girl's fair skin was exposed, followed by one side and then the other of her fairly small chest.
When I saw the girl's nipples, pinkish and faintly brown, I felt bad about it, but nigh-instantly I got an erection so hard it hurt.
To our teacher, a man in his fifties, I'm sure that a 13-or-14-year-old middle school student was nothing but a little kid. But to us, middle schoolers just like her, seeing a girl in our class naked -- and not just any girl, but a meek, rather cute girl -- was unbelievably stimulating.

Once the teacher had the girl's swimsuit pulled down below her belly button, he took the half-naked girl's ankles in one hand and lifted her legs into the sort of pose you'd change a baby's diaper in.
He then went on to shift her legs up toward her head, and when as a result the girl's hips raised from the ground, he used his other hand to pull her swimsuit the rest of the way off down her legs.
Just like that, the girl was completely nude, exposed right in front of her entire class.
Her hair down there was a bit thin, but she definitely had some.
Incapable of moving to cover herself, the girl could only lay there stretched out buck naked. She looked like she was on the verge of tears, though I couldn't say whether that was because of the pain she was feeling, or because she was being seen by her entire class in her birthday suit despite being a girl at the age where she was becoming a woman and therefore absolutely did not want anyone to see her bare body.

We, the girl's classmates, could do nothing but stare in silence at every nook and cranny of her nakedness.
We were of course shocked that the collapsed girl had been completely stripped of her swimsuit, but it could have been a matter of life and death for all we knew; we had no idea what to do in an emergency situation like that, so we did nothing.
Even taking into account that the teacher might treat us middle schoolers like little kids, I don't think a single one of us -- including the girl herself -- expected that right in front of her whole class, including a lot of boys, the girl's decently developed pubescent body would be completely stripped of its swimsuit and left in the nude.
The sight of a girl in my class clad in nothing but her red mesh swimming cap, not covering herself, just lying there buck naked, made me feel like I was the one who was in danger of having a heart attack rather than her. My heart was pounding ridiculously fast, and right along with it, I felt my lower half underneath my swim trunks twitching in the same rhythm.

While the teacher had been stripping off the collapsed girl's school swimsuit, the boys he had sent for kickboards and water had come back, the former with no fewer than 10 kickboards under his arms and the latter with a bucket full of water.
The teacher slowly poured the water from the bucket onto the girl's chest and crotch.
When water splashed down onto her crotch, the girl's pubic hair was pushed in the direction of the water's flow, and for a second I saw it lie perfectly upward before more water splashed and it once again returned to the usual frizzle.
Next, the teacher put 5 or 6 kickboards under the girls legs for support, then lifted one of her legs slightly further and began to massage her foot with his other hand.

While this was going on, the girl's legs had become slightly spread apart, and I caught a glimpse of where they met -- her secret place, the same faint colour as her nipples.
Most of the girls had gathered near the collapsed girl around her upper body, but most of the boys -- me included -- had gathered around her lower body.
I was roughly near her thighs, so I could only catch tiny glimpses, but there were also boys behind the teacher, looking at the collapsed girl from the direction of her feet. I could only imagine it, but they might have been able to see all the way into the space between her legs.

As the teacher massaged the girl, he called out loudly to the girl who had been sent for a towel, wondering what was taking her so long.
That girl was probably shaken by the crisis; she seemed to think that she had to get exactly the towel belonging to the girl that had collapsed, so she had been searching for that particular towel this whole time.
The teacher yelled at her that any towel would do, so that girl quickly grabbed one -- maybe her own, or maybe just one that had been nearby.
The collapsed girl was crying, probably from being stark naked all this time and being exposed to all of her classmates, but now her nakedness was finally covered up by the towel.
The teacher once again poured water over the girl, this time splashing through the towel, then tucked the wet towel in beneath the girl's armpits and crotch.

After going back to massaging the collapsed girl's feet, the teacher suddenly asked if anyone had run to call the school nurse.
While it was true that the teacher himself had forgotten to tell one of us to do it, none of us had thought of it either, and a sense of anxiety fell over us for having forgotten such an important thing.
In response to the teacher's words, one girl said that she'd go call the nurse and ran off.
But the teacher stopped her, saying that he would carry the collapsed girl to the infirmary so there was no more point in calling for the nurse.

The teacher pulled the wet towel off of the collapsed girl's body.
Her fair skin, small, soft chest, and crevice only slightly hidden by pubic hair were once again exposed.
The teacher raised the girl's upper body upright, turned his back to her, then took hold under both her thighs to lift her up into a piggyback carry while she was still completely nude.
But maybe the girl didn't even have the strength to hold on to the teacher, because she started to slip down his back. To keep her held, the teacher had to bend his hips further forward and lift her up by grabbing back further, more her bum than her thighs.
On top of the carried girl's bum protruding backward more thanks to the teacher's bent-forward stance, all of the girl's body weight came to be supported by her bum, and as a result her bum cheeks ended up being spread apart far enough that I could clearly see her anus.
It wasn't just her anus, either. Almost all of her secret place, which I barely caught a glimpse of earlier, was now in plain sight.
The teacher gave us new instructions: anyone else who felt ill was to come along to the infirmary, while anyone who didn't was to go change and then return to the classroom. After saying that, he set off for the infirmary at a quick pace.
As he left, three girls followed him.
I wasn't personally feeling particularly ill, but my desire to look at the collapsed girl naked for just a little longer won out against my self-control, so I decided to blame my accelerated heart rate on the hot sun and follow after the teacher.
After me, another two boys followed, though whether they actually felt unwell or just had the same idea I did, I couldn't say.

I quickly caught up to the teacher and the girls.
The girl being carried was still in the same pose where I could clearly see her anus and secret place, so even though I still felt bad about it, I firmly burned the sight into my memory as we walked the somewhat long distance between the pool (which was one street away from the school) and the school infirmary.
While we were passing by the school gym, the bell rang signaling the end of class.
We didn't pass by a single other person before making it to the school building where the infirmary was. The teacher entered through the first floor emergency exit, and we all followed suit.

Unfortunately, when we got inside, we ran into all the students who were on lunch duty as they were on their way to pick up the school lunches.
Immediately, they broke into an uproar.
I mean, of course they would. They suddenly saw a bare-naked girl clad in nothing but a swimming cap being carried on a teacher's back in a pose that completely exposed her anus and secret place. Plus, there were six other students in swimsuits following behind her, and the boys among them all had the front of their swim trunks poking out hard.
But almost all of the students' attention was on the teacher and the naked girl he was carrying, so I decided not to draw extra attention to myself by trying to hide my stiffy when it had probably already been noticed.
We pushed past the gaggle of students and finally made it to the infirmary at the other end of the hallway.
After the teacher barged into the infirmary and explained the collapsed girl's symptoms to the school nurse, he laid the girl down on a bed and they put some bags with ice in them onto her body.
Then the nurse pulled the curtains around the bed closed, so that was the last I got to see of the collapsed girl's nakedness.

After that, the six of us that had followed along were given towels and water and told to take our temperatures.
A few minutes later, a couple of our classmates came by with the our uniforms that we had left in the pool changing room. We used the partition in the infirmary as a wall to separate the boys from the girls and got changed there.
Apparently the collapsed girl started to feel a bit better, because she was now well enough to ask the nurse to at least let her put on underwear, which she did.
It seemed like the crisis was over, but just in case, an ambulance was called to take her for a check-up.

Aside from the collapsed girl, the rest of us had only light symptoms, so we were sent back to take our afternoon classes. As you might expect, though, the event left such a big impression on our class that the six of us who had gone to the infirmary were repeatedly asked about it for the rest of the day.
However, probably because we all felt a little guilty, a certain atmosphere hung over the class and we all held back on asking or telling anything too detailed about the girl that had collapsed.
Even with that, though, the name of the collapsed girl somehow became well-known as the news spread via the students in other classes and other grades who had witnessed us on the way to the infirmary.
The next day, we heard from our homeroom teacher that the collapsed girl was feeling ill again and would be staying home for a while, and in the end she was absent all the way up to summer vacation.

Once summer vacation was over, though, I saw the girl who collapsed attending the entrance ceremony for second semester.
I suppose it's only to be expected after being seen the way she was, but the girl -- who was already meek to begin with -- seemed downright scared of talking to anyone after that.
The girls who were sort of the core of our class made sure we all did the best we could to act like nothing had happened, and by the time we changed into our winter uniforms, the girl who collapsed was starting to go back to her old self again.
There were some guys who jeered at her even despite that, but the other girls protected her, so those guys eventually mostly stopped.
Us boys also tried not to talk about the event while we were at school, but at times like on the class trip when the girls weren't around, we did share stories about exactly how much detail we got to see of her and such. But we felt bad about it, so we kept it on the down-low.
The event became a good memory for us boys, and it also gave the girls a strong sense of solidarity. I never found out exactly how the girl who collapsed felt about the whole thing, but personally, I feel like the incident ended up being a good thing for the class overall.

I've thought back to this incident and comforted my lower half more times than I can count.
In particular, the memories come back almost every time we have another really hot day like that day was.
I don't know if our teacher's way of dealing with the emergency was the right one, but in the end the girl did recover and I got to see something tremendously wonderful, so I'm personally thankful to both the phys ed teacher and the sun.

Everybody, remember to take care not to get heatstroke!


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