Care for a swim?

"Care for a swim?" You ask with a smile.

He shrugs "I don't have anything to swim in."

"Neither do I." You grin, standing up and heading to the door.

You glance back as you push it open, and he's following close behind. You giggle.

You head straight to the women's locker room, and he pauses, glancing over at the door to the men's.

"Oh, c'mon, its not like you have anything to change into anyway, right?" You waggle your eyebrows, stepping through the door. A moment later, he pops in after you. You grin.

Coming around the corner into the locker room, you find it's not quite as empty as you'd pictured in your head. Your new friend pops around the corner to find a completely naked blonde girl, about your age, and he spins around, apologizing profusely. She raises her eyebrows at you as you smirk at her.

"Well hello there!" You smile, giggling. She shakes her head.

"This gym..." She mutters, bending over and picking her bikini top up, pausing to give you a conspiratorial grin, "Or should we play with him?" She looks and you and you nod.

"Definitely!" You pull your top and bra off in one stroke, suddenly topless in front of the man you met moments ago in the cafe. With as quick a motion, you're bottomless, all of your clothes in your hand, then tossed into the nearest locker. You and the blonde turn to him, his back turned to you.

"You can't swim like that." You say, shaking your head.

"Oh, he's going swimming?" She says, coming up beside you as you stand behind him.

"Yes, and he doesn't have a swimsuit to wear, poor thing." You shake your head sadly.

"Well, he can't wear this." The blonde shakes her head, hooking her thumbs into the sides of his shorts, tugging them and his boxers to the floor.

You walk casually around in front of him, his cock sprung out in full **** as he bites his lip, aching not to scan your naked body. You smile, walking up to him, his cock brushing gently against your bare skin as your hands slide up his hips, slipping up his shirt. He complies as you pull it over his head, stripping him as naked as you and blondie behind him. "Shall we?" You smile, and he shrugs.

"Not sure?" Blondie pouts behind him, stepping up close, her body pressing into his, her small tits pressing into his back, her hands reaching around and gently grasping his hard, warm cock. "Are you sure you're not sure?" She smiles at you around him.