Changing Room

CONNOR 5 PM

I arrive at the climbing gym. To pick Isabel up of course. That’s the pretence. The last time I was here I was too scared to climb not 2 feet up. You can fall and break your neck. I wasn’t prepared to become injured beyond recovery for Isabel’s hobby. But now I feel if I had stuck with it, she may have not done that. May…

I still needed proof. I pulled into the car park.

HARVEY 5 PM

I could rip her pants off. So tight on her big ass. She is wearing black yoga pants and a sports bra. Her short messy brown hair. Damn… I like her. I want to know her. Inside and out.

I’d been thinking about that moment. My face in her soft tits. Her scent was sweaty odour. Her body. Her reckless actions when she was drunk. Punchy. Hot.

And she sucked a good dick. Her limp dicked boyfriend was probably spoiled. I know he is small… The gasp she made when she saw my meat was a giveaway.

ISABEL 5 PM

I avoid Harvey as much as possible. I enter the girls locker room.

He steps out of the shower. Nude. Water glistening on his chiseled muscular body. I gasp.

His manhood dangling there.

“Dude… This is the female changing room…” I say.

“The showers are broken in the men’s,” he said.

“Well… Shower at home…” I say turning, but he touches my shoulder.

“Wait…” he says. His dreamy blue eyes. I stop.