Equipment Manager

To help supplement the cost of your tuition you agree to be the equipment manager for the soccer team. You played in high school but where nowhere near good enough to play at the collegiate.

You enter the old, musty locker room, flicking on the dim lights as you go. The familiar smell of sweaty socks and stale cologne greets your nose, reminding you of countless afternoons spent here after practice or games. But today is different; today marks a new chapter in your life.

Due to recent renovations taking longer than expected, the men’s and women’s soccer teams are being **** to share a locker room. A schedule was set so the women would have the lockers in the mornings and the men in the afternoon.

As you begin to hang up the clean uniforms on their assigned hooks, you can’t help but notice how quiet it is in the locker room. The women’s soccer team must have already left for their morning practice. You chuckle to yourself, imagining how uncomfortable they must be sharing such intimate quarters with a bunch of sweaty guys like yourselves. When you get to the last locker, there is a pair of white cotton panties lying next to it. One of the girls must have dropped it after practice.

Feeling bold and alone in the empty space, you decide to indulge just a little bit more than usual today. Reaching down, you undo the button on your khakis and lower them enough to free up your cock, which is already beginning to twitch with anticipation. You’re not sure why it turns you on so much - maybe it’s the forbidden nature of it all or simply the sheer taboo of touching something that has been so close to a woman’s most intimate parts.

As your fingers tentatively brush against the fabric of your boxer-briefs, you hear a soft click behind you and freeze before freeing your growing hard-on. Turning around cautiously, you’re met by the sight of a beautiful blonde in khaki shorts and a sports bra.

“Oh!” She shrieks, while covering her chest with her arms. “I... I thought...” Her voice trails off into a series of incoherent stutters as she struggles to recover her composure.

You manage a meek apology, while trying to button your pants. “I’m sorry, I must have left the door-” But she cuts you off with a nervous giggle.

“It’s fine, really. It’s just... well, it is our first day sharing locker rooms together,” she says, slowly lowering her hand to reveal the most perfect pair of tits barely being contained by her sports bra.

“I’m Claire,” she says finally, extending a delicate hand covered in freshly-painted nail polish towards you. Her eyes never leave your tented pants and growing erection as you shake her hand firmly. “I’m the women’s equipment manager, which must make you...”

“John,” you manage to squeak out, swallowing hard against the lump forming in your throat. “Nice to meet you, Claire.”

Claire giggles again, her pink lips curling upwards in a playful manner. “I bet it does make things interesting around here,” she teases, winking at you mischievously. “So what do you think of us girls sharing a locker room with you?” She arches an eyebrow coyly, biting her plump lower lip enticingly.

“It’s no problem, really,” you reply quickly, hoping to change the subject before you embarrass yourself further. “So, uh... do you have practice every morning?”

Claire nods, her blonde ponytail swinging gently in sync with her movements. “Yep, we’ve got conditioning on Mondays and Thursday and regular practices the other days.”

“Sounds like a pretty busy schedule.” You add.

“I’ll be glad to talk schedules with you, but first, I need to go grab my stuff from my locker,” she says with a conspiratorial wink that makes your heart skip a beat. “Know you like my shirt.” She adds nodding her head to the side.

Your brain finally gets enough blood back in it to realize you are standing in her way. You quickly jump to the side, apologize and head around the back of the lockers to give her some privacy. But not before sneaking a look at her ass cheeks swaying enticingly in her tight khaki shorts as she steps towards the locker.

A few moments later you hear the locker slam shut and Claire, yell out, “I’m heading out the place is all your now.”