Megan asks you to come in

Before you can start to walk away, Megan calls out to you. "Hey, can you help me find the light switch? It's pretty dark in here."

"Yeah, sure." You say, turning back. You walk into the dark room, accidentally closing the door behind you. "Whoops."

"Don't worry about it." Megan says. "Just feel around for the light." After a couple minutes of running your hand along the walls, Megan calls out. "Found it!"

The lights come on, but it's still pretty dimly lit because the school probably hasn't changed the bulbs since the Cold War. You look around and take in the locker room's rows of green lockers and plastic benches. You've reached the back of the room in your search for the light switch.

You see Megan walking over to you, and you can't help but to admire her fine body.

"Hey thanks." She says. "Could you help we with one last thing?"

"Yeah sure. I don't see why not."

"Great," she says, as she reaches into her back pack and pulls out a bottle of lotion. "I'm supposed to use this on my injured thigh. Would you mind?" She reaches out and hands you the bottle. You're surprised, did this girl just ask you to rub lotion on her thighs?

"Uh, absolutely." You say.

"Oh great. You're a life saver. All of a sudden, she reaches across her chest and pulls off her tight tank top to reveal that instead of underwear she's wearing a bright red skin tight wet suit. The thin material isn't doing much to conceal her nipples, now obviously poking through the fabric (thank god there's no heat in this room!). Before you have time to respond, he unbuttons her jeans and wiggles the tight clothing off her long swimmer legs. You're practically frozen, staring at her soft smooth and freckly skin. The wet suit is giving her a nice canal toes as it is riding up on her cleft. She sits down in the nearby bench, and you swear you see her arch her back and thrust up her perky tits. You stand there with your mouth open, taking in the unbelievably sexy sight in front of you.

"Uh, John?" She says after a couple of seconds. "My thigh?"

"Uh, yeah. Sorry." You sit down and she lifts her leg and drapes it across your lap. You open the bottle and squeeze some onto your hand. Gently at first, you start to rub it on her thigh. You slide your hand up and down her silky smooth skin, feeling her strong, tight muscles. You start to rub the inside as well, and you just can't believe how lucky you are. Unfortunate, your prick notices how luck it is to, and it starts to swell in your pants. After a minute, you have a raging hard on pressing into the bottom of Megan's thigh. You try to adjust your position to hide it better, but you only succeed in pressing in harder into the swimmer's leg.

Suddenly, you here Megan release a quite moan. You look up and see that her eyes are shut and she's breathing deeply, thrusting her tits up even higher. Throwing caution to the wind, you bring your hand to the very inside of her thigh, massaging less than an inch from her wet pussy. All you want to do is rip off that wet suit and fuck her right here in the bench, or this sexual tension will drive you crazy...