At the locker room with Brad

“Err… hi,” he looked oddly unconfident, completely unlike himself.

“Hi,” I replied, my initial smile still on my face, which must have made me even more approachable than I usually was.

“You’re a guy,” he stated in the same uncertain tone.

Brad knew well how to talk to girls, but apparently he had no idea how to approach a ‘girl’ like myself.

“Yes, but you can also call me Sylvia,” I replied, “my real name is Oliver though. We go to the same school, don’t we?”

“Yes. Yes, we do,” my reply helped him to get on a track, “I thought I recognised your friend.”

“That’s Dani, my girlfriend.”

“Oh, a girlfriend,” he sounded disappointed.

Only then it hit me. Brad was trying to pick me up! The irony was that he did not know how to approach the subject; he had no experience with ‘girls’ like myself. But I was still in a playful mood after being ‘harassed’ by Ricky, so I decided to maintain the conversation in a fashion that seemed appropriate for the circumstances.

“What do you think of my costume?” I asked, accordingly playful.

By that time I had already taken my bra off, so I turned my back to him to flaunt my best assets. This question not only kept the conversation up, it also gave Brad an excuse to look at my body, which he clearly craved to do.

“I love it. Your butt and legs look awesome in these yoga pants.”

“They look even better when I’m wearing heels.”

“I’m sure they do. You have an amazing body.”

“Thank you. I work hard to keep it that way,” I was really enjoying being complimented.

I was still mentally feeling Ricky’s hands touching my body. That might have been the reason why I said what I said.

“Wanna touch?”

“Sure!”

Brad moved immediately, all uncertainty disappeared instantly. That might have been the reason why he was so successful with girls, he never missed an opportunity when he saw one. Right away he was crouching behind me, his palms grabbing my buttocks. Brad’s touch was possessive, much more than Ricky’s, but he was not rough. Do I need to add that I enjoyed it? He was interested in other parts of my body as well. His hands explored my thighs, groping them as intensively as my buttocks, and even reached my calves. The thin fabrics of the yoga pants offered only little protection against Brad’s palms, but it was not the protection that mattered. The feminine piece of clothes acted as a prop which enhanced my own femininity and helped me to maintain the role.

The touching was fun and arousing, but also completely unplanned, and I did not want it to get out of hand. I knew nothing of Brad’s self-control, but I was aware that mine was slowly running out.

“I need to take a shower,” I said and Brad paused.

His palms remained on my body though.

“Dani will be waiting for me,” I added a reference to a higher authority and he let me go.

I still needed to strip and wash, so did he. We would be standing naked close to each other, separated only by a thin plastic barrier; the showers did not have any doors. Our self-control would be tested once again.

I took off my yoga pants and socks. I was now wearing only a thong which had problems containing my semi-erect cock. I grabbed a shower gel, a towel and a clean thong, and headed to the showers. Brad followed me soon after and as I had expected he took a cabin right next to mine. When he came in I was already fully naked. I was standing there with my back to him, the water running down my body. I could not see him, but I knew he was standing there and looking at my naked body. I no longer had any feminine clothes on me, no props to help me support the feminine illusion. But my blonde hair was still long, and now also loose. My booty was full and round, my legs long and shapely, my skin smooth and youthful. I was well aware that I could still look attractive, even to a red-blooded male like Brad. The awareness of being desired turned me on.

“Let me help you wash your back,” I heard Brad say and his words were immediately turned into deeds.

He crouched behind me again, only this time we were both naked. I was somewhat surprised when I realised that his palms contained shower gel. I thought he would use the washing merely as an excuse, but apparently he was mixing pleasure with business. I could not hold back a moan when his soapy palms grabbed my thighs and began to grope them. Another one escaped my mouth when Brad moved his hands up to my buttocks. There was nothing restraining my cock now and it was quickly getting erect. I was certain that Brad was hard as well. He moved his hands up and down my legs with passion for a few moments. Then he suddenly stood up and joined me inside of the cabin. I turned around and suddenly found myself mere centimetres from his athletic naked body. He was a head taller than me, but I did not feel intimidated, only excited. I reached out with my hand to stop him and by accident touched his hard cock.

“Wait!” I said in a shaky voice, although a part of me did not want Brad to wait at all. That part must have been responsible for what I said next.

“I’ll suck your cock, but later. I need to talk about it with Dani.”

“You’ll suck my cock?” he replied with a mixture of lust, surprise and hope in his voice.

Before I could deny or confirm we heard the door to the locker room open. A man who entered could not see us, but he would most likely come here soon. Brad quickly stepped out of my shower. I now had a better chance to glance at his penis; it was huge. Apparently I attracted well-endowed men. Brad wrapped his towel around his waist, without success trying to conceal his erection and left. I was still hard myself, but at least I now had the chance to calm down while I continued to bathe. Washing my hair turned out to be a decent remedy, but I could not shake off the feeling of Brad’s, and to a lesser extent Ricky’s, strong hand groping my body.