Ashley Stays Behind

Ashley turned to James, releasing the towel and standing naked before him. ‘No,’ she said, ‘you go. You won’t attract attention and you can come back with something for me to wear.’

James looked concerned at the idea of leaving her here. ‘But what if somebody comes?’

‘You’ll be quick,’ she replied, ‘I know you will.’ She stepped forward, and reached up, standing on her toes to kiss him softly on the cheek. Like this, his hard cock felt hot against her bare mound and she wished she could wrap her fingers around it, stroke his rigid shaft, guide him inside her.

James pulled away then, wrapping the towel around his waist. ‘Okay then,’ he breathed. Was he blushing now, Ashley wondered? She allowed herself to entertain the notion that he had been imagining holding the kiss, pulling her toward him and fucking her. ‘I’ll be back in a minute.’

James padded quickly out into the corridor and she was left alone in the room.

Ashley looked around. This area adjoining the shower room was fairly small, with a line of lockers along the longest wall and a row running down the centre, two blocks of lockers back to back. It smelled of various soaps and colognes, but with an underlying musky, sweaty aroma. On each side of the middle block was a low wooden bench, and an L-shaped passage on the opposite side to where Ashley and James had entered led out to the main corridor. This is where Ashley watched James leave, admiring his broad shoulders as he turned away from her.

She moved to the end of the central block of lockers – this spot was out of view of both entrances to the room and would at least allow her to stay hidden if anybody just wandered through. She pressed her back against the cold grey metal of the locker unit and waited for James to return.

She was so turned on. Her nipples were hard, her pussy felt tender and hot. Her skin tingled slightly and she yearned for James to touch her. She wanted to stand in front of the corridor where he would shortly return, move her feet apart and bend over, planting her palms on the low wooden bench. He would find her like that and she would turn her face to him and tell him to fuck her.

Ashley raised her left hand to her breast, taking a nipple between her thumb and index finger. She gasped, tugging it and pinching the nub hard. The loose half of the handcuff felt heavy on her thigh as her right hand moved to stroke her soft mound, enjoying the slickness of her skin from the soap James had poured over her just now. Her fingers moved between her lips, parting them, feeling the wetness. She arched her back, now her bottom and shoulders were touching the lockers and she imagined somebody finding her here. She would offer no resistance as they pushed her to her knees, hands gripping her short blonde hair. She would open her warm mouth and suck on that hard cock, swirling her tongue over the tip, taking the engorged shaft as deep as she dared.

Definitely, Ashley decided, if she heard some boy walk into the locker room now, she would just emerge from her hiding place, walk confidently over to him and take his cock in her hand. She would lay down with her legs either side of the bench and pull him on top of her, moaning loudly as his thick member pushed into her, the swollen head parting her lips and stretching her wide.

Then she froze, hearing somebody walk into the locker room. He was humming some tune she half recognised, and she heard a metal door squeak open, then slam shut with a hollow clink. He was to her left, presumably having just come from the showers. Ashley held her breath and didn’t move a muscle.

‘Hey, Bob.’ Somebody else was there now. Ashley’s heart pounded painfully in her chest and her mind was racing. Her face felt hot. It would be so easy for one of them to walk to this end of the locker unit, then she would be found. She just couldn’t be found naked in the boys’ shower room. She couldn’t run back to the showers past these two boys. She could maybe run out into the main corridor, but who knew how many people were out there by now?

The two boys chatted loudly and she heard footsteps padding toward her, the voice drawing near. Fuck! His locker must be at this end. She sidled around to the opposite side just as she heard the boy fumbling right next to where she had been hiding. She felt the whole unit rock slightly as he pulled the door open, her body pressed tight against the doors on the other side.

Now she was in full view of anybody who might walk in from the main corridor. There was absolutely no way she could explain this or hide. Her only hope was that the two boys on the other side of the lockers would leave and she could silently move around the unit as they passed by, remaining hidden until James returned.

The locker unit shook again as the door was slammed shut and Ashley held one hand over her breasts, one between her legs in case anybody else walked in. She couldn’t remember a time she felt so scared. She couldn’t remember feeling so excited. So alive.

She turned to face the locker doors and moved slowly, silently, back toward her original hiding spot. The two voices placed the boys in the middle, next to the bench and she felt sure she could get away with this. Reaching the end of the lockers again she felt the cold metal once more, this time pressed against her breasts and tummy as she tried to remain invisible.

‘Okay then Bob, I’ll see you later!’ Suddenly the voice was moving quickly toward her again and she flipped around to the other side of the lockers, hearing a loud metallic clunk – the loose handcuff had swung around her wrist and smacked into one of the doors.

‘Hey, who’s that?’ came the voice, and Ashley knew the boys were only a second away from looking to see who else was in the locker room. This was how she was going to be discovered: wet, slippery with soap, extremely aroused, and naked except for a handcuff around her right wrist.

Without thinking, Ashley ran through the L-Shaped corridor away from the locker room.