The soccer field.

Tom ran and ran, hard cock swinging and flapping in front of him as he gained on the girl, only slowed down by his wet body and bare feet. When he finally caught up to Whitney... She tripped. Naturally, with a sudden hazard catching his foot, Tom went down too.

Tom and Whitney rolled across the ground, causing the naked man to grunt and groan in both pain and arousal from his cock rubbing against the cloth of Whitney's blouse and skirt. When they both finally stopped, Tom landed hard on his back. He opened his eyes to see Whitney sitting atop his pelvis, hard cock between her thighs in a way that he was acutely aware of. She looked dazed, swaying dizzily as she sat upright. It also seemed the rough movements had caused several buttons to pop open on her blouse, revealing the cleavage of her absolutely massive breasts clad in what looked to be an industrial-grade bra.

Tom looked around, finding they were... uh oh. The soccer field. A further look and he saw Sweatsocks, the cat with his locker key, slipping away across the parking lot with the only means of opening the locker with his clothes and towel in them...

As precarious as this situation was... Tom couldn't deny he'd never been this turned on before! His cock was hard as a rock, beating in time with his heart beat, and leaking pre-cum between Whitney's legs. He might as well enjoy being nude with a clothed girl! There wasn't anyone around to see them!

"Ahem!"

Uh oh...