Ask for her phone number

You walk back around the lockers catch another glimpse of Claire’s perfect ass walking towards to door. “Maybe we should get together and compare schedules,” you yell out as she walks away. “You know, to avoid any situations,” you add.

Claire stops mid-step and turns around with a quizzical look on her face, causing the shorts to ride up just slightly, revealing more of that toned ass than you probably should be thinking about. “Situations?” she asks innocently, her blue eyes sparkling with mischief as she saunter back towards you.

“You know, like if we have games scheduled for the same day or something,” you stutter lamely, your voice cracking slightly under the pressure. “We could... I mean, maybe we should exchange numbers or something.” You fumble in your pocket and pull out your phone and hand it to her to put her number in.

“Oh, that kind of situation?” Claire giggles again, her pink lips curving upwards in a seductive smile that makes your cock twitch painfully in your pants. “That’s a great idea,” she says, extending her slender hand and grabbing your phone. “I’d hate for us to keep bumping into each other in here.”

As Claire enters her number into your phone, you can’t help but drink in every curve of her perfect body. Her perky D cup tits are barely contained by the sports bra, and those toned legs are just begging to be wrapped around something. Before you lose control of yourself completely, she hands back your phone with a wink and saunters away again, hips swaying seductively in those tight khaki shorts.

You stand there for a moment, trying to catch your breath as you mentally fan yourself frantically. What the hell just happened? You have Claire’s number now - what are you supposed to do with it? Your eyes suddenly fall back down next to Claire’s locker and panties sitting next to it. You quickly pick them up and start to examine them. They are simple white cotton panties with a small pink bow, but before you can dwell too much on it, you hear the click of the locker room door opening and you hastily stuff them in your pocket men’s soccer team file in.

“Hey guys,” you manage a weak greeting, trying to act casual despite the sweaty palms.

“Hey, John,” a couple of them reply, but you can tell they are focused completely on their game. They all quickly get changed and run out onto the field for warm-ups.

You try to focus on your own work, but Claire’s scent lingers in the air, making it almost impossible to concentrate on anything else. Your mind keeps going back to that perfect ass in those tight shorts as she walked away from you earlier. You take a deep breath and **** yourself to focus on your tasks at hand.

You manage to keep focused the rest of the game. Nearly forgetting about the panties in your pocket.

After everyone leaves and you are just about finished with your duties for the day, the memory of Claire’s panties in your pocket suddenly becomes all too real. With shaking hands, you carefully unfold them and hold them delicately between your fingers, savoring their scent as it wafts up to you. You can’t believe this is actually happening - you have a pair of Claire’s panties in your hands!