No time to think!

You feel obligated to appease the woman. “What do you think? All honesty.”

“The cut isn’t bad. But it could certainly get worse without getting it looked at.” The redhead explains.

“Well it’s not exactly like you can walk me up to just any lifeguard.” You say. Madison turns her head to look for any people she can go up to without trouble. Before long, you notice her expression take a turn and you look in the same direction. As soon as your eyes catch the manager, you feel yourself being pushed into the maintenance closet behind you. A slam of a door cinches your predicament.

“Sorry. I wasn’t risking her seeing me just yet.” You can’t see much, the only light coming in from under the door.

“Yeah. That’s cool and all, but why’d you put me in here as well?” You ask, uncomfortable with the soaked cheerleader nearly pressed up flat against you in the small room. The fact that she was still touching you, yet not fully was the worst part of it because that meant her tits, barely covered in two purple triangles, were touching your chest without the excuse of having nowhere to move being an option.

“Ah. Yeah.” She took her hands off your shoulders and stood still. “Do you… want to get out?”

“If it’s so preferable to letting the cut bleed dry, then yes.” You tried to step backwards to give her more room to switch places, but found little space to do so.

“Here, how about I…” she trailed off, demonstrating her idea. That wouldn’t be fortunate for either of you as her flesh melons were constantly being pressed into and off of your chest. You knew immediately that your dick’s restraint had given out the second you realized you were pressed up against a near nude woman in a concise room.

“Ermm… that may not be the best idea.” You say cautiously.

“Why?” She continues to shimmy until you’re both sideways in the shed. Suddenly, she trips and a clattering sound rings out. The both of you wince, hoping to God that no one heard that.