Back to the Locker Room

About half way back to the locker room, Emily realised that she probably wasn’t helping herself by running. She was now wearing just her panties and her thankfully big t-shirt, which at least came down to her thighs if she was careful not to move too fast. If she just walked slowly and carefully she might just get away with it.

As she tried to stay calm and walk back to the locker room, in spite of herself she started to smile. Shortly her smile grew into a grin, then she realised she was laughing out loud.

The view she had given those guys! Her t-shirt up over her face, with her boobies out! If only she had been able to see their faces! If only they had come over, scooped her up, kissed her nipples, put their hands all over her, pulled her panties down, stripped her useless t-shirt off, then had their way with her. Or maybe they could have left the t-shirt over her face, so she couldn’t see them as they touched her, kissed her, licked her, put their things in her.

By the time she made it to the quiet locker room Emily could no longer resist sliding her hand between her legs. She felt a distinct wet patch on her panties, this evening was the most embarrassing thing she had ever gone through, but was definitely the hottest. She sat on the wooden bench near the rows of lockers, spread her legs wide, and slowly stroked her pussy. Closing her eyes she imagined running naked through the crowds at the funfair, everybody looking at her and wanting her, not a single part of her body safe from their eyes. She slid her hand beneath her panties as she fantasised stopping in the middle of a group of people, men and women, and they close in on her, grabbing her breasts, kissing her, lifting her feet off the floor, spreading her legs wide. Now everybody is naked, she’s aware of somebody between her thighs as she feels a woman’s breast against her mouth and she starts to suck on the nipple. Her own nipples are being licked and nibbled and she has a big, hard cock in each hand, stroking them slowly and gently. She becomes aware of pressure as a stiff penis pushes against the opening of her pussy, another at her tight asshole and she wants so much to feel both of them push inside her, and fuck her hard until she cums, screaming, over and over again.

‘Shit, shit, shit!’ Emily realised suddenly that she was sitting at work playing with herself. What on earth would Mr Jackson think if he walked in and saw her like this? She had to pull herself together. This was no way to hold down a good job. Surely her shift was almost over now, she could get through this.

Maybe her bra was dry enough to wear now, that might help. She reached into her pocket for the locker key.

‘Shit, shit, shit!’ The locker key was in her pocket, in her shorts, which now might as well be in a different country. What was she going to do? Her keys, phone, everything was in there.

Think, Emily told herself. If she could just get through the rest of her shift with no mishaps, maybe she could quietly head back and get her shorts. Or maybe she could ask Mr Jackson for help. If she did really well and impressed him for the rest of the night, she was sure he’d be able to help her. He was such a good boss, and she’d have to be sure to make it up to him somehow. Maybe she could chat to him in his office, try to find out what he’d like. A bottle of whisky, maybe?

She stood up and looked in the mirror. Yes, this t-shirt was big enough to hide the fact she wasn’t wearing shorts. You can do this, Emily!

She took a deep breath, smoothed down her shirt, and went to find Mr Jackson for her next assignment.