Get rid of Julieta

It's time to be honest.

"Hi," you say to the coach. "Do you speak English?"

"Yes," the woman replies. She stands beside Julieta with her hand on her shoulder. "Julieta was worried about your health."

"I figured. Thank you so much," you say.

The French girl looks happy just to be here.

"But I'm really insecure about my body." You point at yourself. "I can't take a shower with anyone else around."

The coach obviously thinks that's weird, but she says something to Julieta in French.

"I am glad you are well," the coach says to you.

"Thanks." You smile at them and watch them go. That is a relief. You have the place to yourself.

You get your towel from your locker and take off your sweaty clothes. In the shower you get under the water and use lots of body wash. There's a bump on the back of your head, but at least you aren't bruised up.

You clean your body and wonder what you could have done differently. You should have gotten out of the way.

You drop your loofah in surprise when Adella walks in. She comes straight into the shower. You couldn't hear her with the water running, but there shouldn't be anyone else using these showers this late in the day.

You are fully nude. Anyone can see your penis.

Adella is naked too, and to your surprise, she has one as well. It's bigger than yours, hanging flaccid between her legs.

Secrecy is everything to you. Adella just walks around with her cock out. She does not look surprised to see you, or your cock.

She looks at you, though. Her eyes devour your body. Then she walks to a showerhead on the other side of the room and turns it on.

You don't know what to do. You are shocked. You knew you couldn't be the only one, but you didn't come to a training camp for girls expecting to see very many penises.

Adella seems relaxed as she lathers up her body. She has the muscles of a crossfit goddess. She is taller than you, and her dark hair is nice. She has a tattoo of something in Spanish on her hip, and her pubic hair is neatly trimmed.

She sees you staring. You didn't mean to look so openly, or for so long. Her eyes travel down your body to your cock, which is standing up rigidly. Of course it is. She has the body of Wonder Woman.

Embarrassed, you try to cover it up.

"I'm sorry," you say.

Adella doesn't say anything. She squeezes her sponge, sending suds running down over her full breasts to her rock-hard abs. You are about to turn away. Maybe if you stare at the wall instead of her and focus on washing, your boner will go down.

She grips her soft penis and strokes it. It starts to grow. You can't turn away now. In a second Adella's cock is fully hard. She stares right into your eyes and starts to masturbate.