Time for greener pastures

Portia was great and all, but the world was your oyster. Or rather, the world's oysters were yours.

...Ahem....

After taking a moment to catch your breath you stood up, uncorking your still rock hard shaft from Portia's depths, letting out a small trickle of your seed, the rest held inside her by her awkward position on her back.

Before you left your latest conquest bound, helpless, and filed with your spunk, it crossed your mind that you might want to track her down later, she certainly was a good fuck. She was adoably compact but built like a brick shithouse.

After rooting through her clothes for a minute you were disappointed to find nothing at all, and were about to give up in frustration when you felt a small lump in one of her pant's pockets.

It turned out to be a key. Which wouldn't have been much use to you normally, except you noticed there was a little plastic shell around one end with a number engraved in it, which you vaguely remembered the few times you used the men's locker room.

It didn't take much thought before you decided your next move;

Visit a college's girls locker room of course.

After a quick look around you decided the tiled hallway you saw Portia exit from, the one that connected to the hall the men left from, and you figured that looked pretty locker-room-ish. You all but ran in.

"Oh my god, tell me you saw!" An excited hiss echoed towards you as you rounded a corner and multiple lockers came into view.

"I didn't know you swung that way!" A much louder voice shouted, ending with a giggle you barely made out over the ringing in your ears.

"No! God!" The first voice shouted back.

The locker room was definitely nothing like the ones you remembered, and you were positive it wasn't just because it was the women's locker room. The tiles lining every inch were a vastly different colour from what you remembered, same with the lockers, of which there was easily three times the amount. You reasonably assumed that was because it was new. It certainly felt new, and you had plenty of time to get a feel for it as you wove in and out of the numerous aisle's of lockers to find the sources of the voices. You managed to get a glimpse of them just as they were leaving.

"It might've been steamy in the sauna but that wasn't a mirage, her ass is massive." The first girl was back to hissing just above a whisper. An Asian girl, a curvy one at that, with a shiny black pony tail. And even at a distance her lips were a fluorescent pink. You noted that makeup seemed to be an odd choice given her tight, formfitting volleyball attire that suggested exercise was a recent occurance either in the past or near future.

"Girl, the only thing steamy in there was you, for the coach!" The loud girl guffawed, completely unashamed. She was a tall, svelte, lightly tanned, amazon, with large, voluminous, bright copper colored hair, that was currently damp and frazzled, like she'd just been struck by lightning. Her hair would've been comical if she wasn't so intimidating. She was a tower of lean muscle, easily dwarfing her Asian companion, who from a distance you judged to be near your own height, maybe even a little taller, and that put her at about tit height with the amazon.

"Tess!" The Asian girl hissed back, her eye's going wide as she shot a look back your way.

You followed her gaze to a frosted glass door to your side you failed to notice before. It was made even more opaque by the coating of steam and water droplets.

"At least we know she's not padding her short's now!" Tess laughed, walking out in good spirits, the Asian girl following after.

The last thing you saw of the both of them was two magnificently toned asses that looked like they had been poured into their spandex shorts, paired with various noises coming from the gym outside that sounded like it was populated by what you dreamed were similar girls.

You made quick work of finding the locker that matched up with Portia's key and quickly found your prize buried inside a purse, much to your surprise. While she looked like a beauty queen she was built like a workhorse and had the mouth of a construction worker. Although it's plainness seemed to suit her, it was practically a giant brown wallet with a shoulder strap.

You had all but decided to follow the two girls out into the gym now that your business was dealt with, but on your way, an ajar locker caught your attention. You took a quick peek and found a laughably small sports bra.

Laughable because you weren't even sure the girl that was wearing it even needed it to hold anything down. Granted you didn't know much about sports bra's never having a need for one youself, something about it just seemed off. Lying underneath the bra was a tiny tank top that took some of the pep out of your pecker.

Were you looting a kids locker?

Your were immediately assuaged that fear when you pulled out what you momentarily mistook for a bed sheet since it was taking up half the locker by itself, granted it was a dinky locker that could barely hold a pair of shoes beside a change of clothes. The bed sheet was actually a hefty pair of panties and gym shorts rolled into a ball together and shoved into the back. Shorts and panties that you'd need a belt to even consider donning yourself.

That's when you managed to think of something other than peeling the amazon and her friend out of their tight spandex shorts, specifically the woman they had been talking about. This living bowling pin still in the sauna.

Now you had a decision, do you burst into the sauna and "check out" this athropamorphic pear of a woman, lest she change back at midnight, or do you stick to the original plan and rush into what you assume is a gym full of girls in volleyball uniforms.