Be patient.

And so you wait there. And don't swallow. Soon, you hear footsteps, a locker, someone headed your way. Peering under the curtains, keeping far enough back to stay hidden, you see feet padding over to you. You almost swallow nervously, but stop yourself, shifting the gooey mass around in your mouth with your tongue instead.

You jump as the curtains draw noisily across in the stall beside you. A second later, they close, and the water starts, your heart still racing at the close call.

Water washing over to your knees where you wait, you can no longer hear the quiet slap slap of footsteps, but you do make out a locker. Peering under the curtain in front of you, you see another set of bare feet, also heading this way. You slosh your mouthful, hoping you get lucky again and they too skip your shower over.

The feet stop in front of you. Inches away, some stranger is grabbing the thick plastic sheet that is the only thing between your naked body and his, save perhaps a towel. At least that towel will keep his cock from lining up so readily with your face.

The curtain draws, and there is no towel, but the stiff cock hanging just above eye level is far more familiar than the bare feet below.

You smile up at James' naked body, and he smiles down at yours. "Good girl!" He whispers, hoarsely, the shower still running in the stall beside you. "Did you swallow?" He runs a hand through your hair, tilting your head back. You open wide, proudly showing him how well you waited. "Very good girl!" He smiles as you kneel before him, mouth agape, still full of his cum.

He holds up a locker key, the blue floating fob dangling just above your nose. "You can swallow when you put your shirt on." He whispers, pulling gently up on your hair. You stand, closing your mouth, taking the key and looking curiously at him. "Go get dressed." He steps back, pointing out at the lockerroom. "For fairness, my clothes are with yours."

You look at the unmarked key, then up at him. Peering out, you see no one nearby, and nervously scurry over to the corner around to the lockers themselves. Peeking around, you find it empty, and hurry out, looking at the lockers. Between open ones and ones with keys still in, there might be a dozen or so this key could go to. You pick the nearest one, and try it. No luck.

You hurry along the wall, naked, mouth closed tight around the mass of goo inside it, shoving the key in lock after lock with no luck. You make it all the way to the far end of the room before you realize, of course James picked the locker furthest from the showers. As you finally shove the key into the very last lock, it turns easily, and you unlatch the door and pull it open.

His shorts. That's all that's in here. You look back at him, and he smiles. "Look in the pocket!" You frown, picking them up and groping through the pockets. A key. You pull it out, this fob pink. The women's locker room. You look angrily at him as he snatches the shorts from your hand, pulling them on.

"Shall we?" He nods at the locker. You look back in, and your shorts were tucked under his. Still no shirt.

As you reach in for them, you hear a squeak as the shower shuts off across the room. Your eyes go wide and you snatch up the shorts, running across to the nearest door, hastily pulling them on before pushing through, arms tight against your still bare chest, key in hand.

You step out topless into the pool, suddenly anxious that you hadn't taken the time to check for onlookers. The lifeguard peers curiously at you from his high chair on the other side of the room. Someone in the hot tub doesn't even turn their head.

Your heart racing, you turn toward the women's lockerroom, jumping as the door to the men's opens, but it's only James following you out. You hastily enter, a naked blonde drying off giving you a curious look as you scan the lockers.

James steps around the corner after you, and she gasps, pulling her towel up in front of her. "Oh, sorry, we're, uh..." He eyes the towel, "We're doing a bit of a scavenger hunt." He nods as you try the locks.

"Is the next thing on your list a kick in the balls?" She glares at him, but he just laughs.

"Actually, it's shirts and shoes." He says, and you catch your breath. Time to swallow. The next lock isn't it though. You keep trying.

"Well, I'd really like to get dressed, so if you don't mind..." Her anger is already toning down.

"Oh, sure," James nods, "I don't mind at all. Go ahead." He grins and you roll your eyes. Suddenly, the key turns, and you jump, pulling open the door. You yank out his shirt, tossing it to him, then grab yours.

A dripping wet, wadded, mess.

You frown, looking over at him, the blonde's bare backside pointed at you.

"Put it on, then you can swallow," He nods, pulling his shirt over his head. "We're about to go, so if you want to get dressed, you should really hurry." He nods at the blonde, and she glares at him.

You sigh, lifting the shirt up, the fabric heavy with water, dragging across you. You **** your way into it, tugging it uncomfortably down over your still extremely visible breasts. You finally swallow, frowning. "You suck." You say, grabbing his shoes, socks stuffed inside, tossing them his way. You start pulling on your own socks and shoes as well.

"Don't forget the next key!" He grins, and you look back in the locker. A black floaty.

"Where's this?" You frown. Blue for men's, pink for women's. Black?

"Employee lockers." He nods, heading to the door to the main gym floor. "If you'll excuse us." He smiles to the blonde as you both head out, your arm firmly back against your still very visible chest.

"Where... ?" You look at him, and he nods.

"The lobby." You follow him out, and the guy behind the counter smiles at you.

"Ah, there she is!" He grins. "Locker 117, I believe."

"Um, thanks..." You frown. The employee lockers are right in the lobby, behind the clerk. There isn't even a changing room.

You step up to locker 117, and the key turns. First try. You peer inside.

James' boxers. You pull them out, tossing them at him. And your panties. You frown.

"Where's the rest of my underwear?" You glare back at him.

"Put on the panties." He nods.

You pull them out. No key this time. You look at the clerk, who grins at you. You roll your eyes. Checking the door to ensure you're well hidden behind the counter, you turn your back to the clerk, speedily dropping your shorts and stepping into the panties. You pull them up and into place, but when you tug up the shorts they catch on your shoes, you panty-clad butt waggling as it points up at the clerk smirking behind you. You wrangle them around your shoes, then pull the shorts back on. You may have bared your tight little butt to the clerk for longer than you'd intended, but you fortunately didn't have to bare much else.

"Well?" You turn, looking expectantly at James, his boxers hanging careless out of his pocket.

He pulls out his car keys. "Shall we?" He smiles, nodding at the entrance.

Your eyes go wide, your mouth grim. "Seriously?" You gesture at the door, then your chest, "I'm practically topless like this!" Your eyes shoot to the clerk, whose own are clearly in agreement. You press one arm against your chest.

"Let's go!" James grins, turning and stepping out.

You shake your head, shocked at this game he'd planned, but realize you're enjoying it far too much to not follow him out that door.

You push out, one hand to your chest, looking down the street after him. You jog along to catch up, your arm not nearly as effective at minimizing bounce as your bra. As you come along side him, he smiles at you. "Having fun yet?"

"Took a while before I got to have my protein." You look sidelong up at him, your angry face giving way to a grin.

"Well, we'll just hafta make sure you get seconds." He smiles back as you head into the parking lot behind the gym.

You head pretty far along the row, and are thankfully fairly out of sight of the street now. "Here we go." He says, unlocking a fairly new looking BMW sedan. "Backseat." He nods, and you drop the arm across your chest, opening the rear passenger door. Your sportsbra is on the floor behind the driver's seat.

"I guess I should put it on, eh?" You raise an eyebrow at him, glancing around at the mostly empty parking lot.

"I should think so." He nods, and you smile. You reach down, peeling off the clingy wet shirt, your breasts bared to the world as you raise your arms up to pull it off over your head. You look down, flicking the water your shirt left behind from your breast, jiggling them gently with the motion.

You smile at him, waggling your eyebrows. "I'm all wet now, you know."

"I imagine so." He grins back as you stifle a laugh, turning to toss the shirt on top of his car. You climb in on your hands and knees, reaching across to the floor behind the drivers side. You pause, biting your lip as you feel his fingers reach inside the leg of your shorts, up inside your panties. You let both hands rest on the seat below you as he pulls your shorts down your legs, your panties dragging along behind them.

Compliant, you lift one knee, then the other as he slips your bottoms off, your slightly parted knees baring your achingly wet slit to the man now slipping off your shoes. As the last of your clothes fall to the ground, you look back at him, and he slides a hand up your thigh, smiling.

"All wet indeed." He nods, his fingers sliding oh-so-enjoyably along your wet folds, gently teasing at your clit.

"You promised me seconds?" You hold back a soft sigh as a finger slides inside you.

"Hand me back that sports bra." He nods, finger slipping gently in and out of you. You lean forward, his hand following along as your hips lean in, reaching down for the bra. He shoves your knee off the seat, and you slip off his fingers, falling awkwardly against the plush leather cushion. You look back to find him climbing in across you, tossing his shorts in the passenger seat as his body closes on yours.

You feel his cock slide up between your thighs as you lay half off the backseat of his car, his hand spreading you open as he guides himself in. You let out a quiet little moan, ever so slightly shocked at just how much you want him inside your aching pussy.

He pulls back from you, then pushes back in, deeper and deeper with each thrust, a shudder shooting through you every time. As his pace quickens, so does your breath, a gasping intake with each thrust, a sharp cry with each intake, an electric shock with each cry.

It must have been running from the guy in the shower, or the lifeguard leering at you, or scurrying across the gym practically topless, or waggling your rear at the clerk, or running down the street, or the fact you're now totally naked in the backseat of his car, his cock shoving in and out of you, but you're already there, already gasping for air as your pussy squeezes his cock, gripping it to pour into you, your spine already rippling with each wave of pleasure as he thrusts into you again and again.

"Oh, god, James!" You cry, gripping the seat as you peak, his thrusts thankfully slowing, holding themselves deeper inside you, your orgasm subsiding, his still-hard cock slipping in and out gently as your pulsating pussy slows its increasingly sporadic convulsions.

He pulls out of you, then off of you, rolling your knees up into the car and closing the door at your feet. You can't even manage to look up as the door by your head opens, your body racked and weak from ecstasy. He gently turns your face up for you, your eyes closed, your body still reeling, his cock bumping against your nose, your own juices leaving a slippery trace along your face. He tilts your head up, slipping the head of his cock between your pliant lips, his hand sliding along the length of his wet shaft.

He must've been seconds away from cumming inside you, because it seems like he's barely gotten in your mouth when he bursts, hot wetness pouring into you once more. Half dazed, you suck gently at it, blindly sapping at your "second helping of protein" through the haze.

He pulls out, but just a hair too soon, a splash falling across your cheek. Too meek to even clean it off, you just lay there, as another splash lands, the hot goo coating your closed eyelid. You feel his tip against your nose again, and smile as he wipes the last of his cum off on you once more.

The door by your head closes, and another opens, then closes again. The car starts, and you're moving. You breath deeply, the heated seats warming the soft leather beneath you. You could almost fall asleep back here.

Your mind wanders. That game was so fun. Waiting there, mouth full. Finding your clothes. Of course, taking them off was the best part. Mmm, his cum is the best part...

And then, you do fall asleep.