You follow him into the locker room

You feel a thrill of excitement as you stare at the closed door of the locker room. You've crossed one of the ultimate taboos and far from being creepy, it only made it hotter knowing who it was pounding your pussy and pumping his cum inside you.

The warm water of the shower feels good on your body and you can see the dark shapes of others in the shower tentatively coming closer. They're interested in your fine body silhouetted against the steam. You're not interested in anyone else, just the electric touch of forbidden pleasure waiting for you in the locker room.

You pad across the wet tiles of the showers towards the door. Your departure earns a few disappointed groans from the men who were circling in on you, but you've got bigger concerns. Despite crossing into decidedly naughty territory with your stepdad in the shower you still feel nervous as your hand closes around the door handle. You take a deep breath to steady yourself, brush damp hairs from your eyes, and step into the locker room.

Compared to the shower it's very bright in here. You can him to your left, standing in front of his locker, and you suddenly feel very naked. His gaze seems to be burn your skin and you feel yourself flushing with excitement. You quickly turn to your right and walk over to your own locker.

You open it and take out a towel, aware that he is watching you as he dabs at his damp skin. You glance over and see him absently patting his naked body as he watches you. He smiles.

"Hi," you say.

"Hello again," he replies.

The soft towel presses against your wet tits as you begin to dry yourself. Your heart is pounding in your chest and you find it difficult to look at him, but you do. He seems so different, naked, virile. Not the lump of a man you remember watching football or arguing with your mom about money. He's more muscular than you imagined, his slight paunch at the belly more a product of age than laziness or excess. His cock is soft, circumsized, but hangs impressively between his legs, dangling from a trimmed patch of pubic hair.

His chest is as defined as his arms, but covered in dark hairs that glisten with trapped moisture. His brown eyes meet yours, you see a flicker of recognition there, of the same excitement you are feeling. You quickly look away.

You might be struggling to make eye contact, but you're not backing down from flirting. You put one foot up on the wooden bench, showing off your long legs and your toned ass, and you begin to dry your foot, your calf, working up to your kneed and your thigh. He watches intently, mesmerized by the sight of your flawless teenage body glistening with water from the shower.

"Joe," he says, giving you a start as you think you hear your name. "My name is Joe."

He's lying, either unaware that you recognize him or interested in keeping up the charade of two strangers meeting at random.

"Julie," you reply, playing along with the lie. "Nice to, ah, meet you, Joe."

You switch legs on the bench, leaning forward against your bended leg so that your breasts fall on either side of your knee.

Your stepdad approaches, wrapping his own towel around his waist.

"Let me help you," he offers.

A shiver of excitement runs up your back and raises goose pimples on your arms. You hand him the towel and he begins to gently dry your leg, moving up slowly towards your bare pussy.

"You're even more beautiful in the light," he murmurs, the towel reaching your inner thigh.

"You're pretty, mm, pretty hot yourself," you reply.

He chuckles, continuing up your leg. The soft fabric of the towel brushes against your puffy pussy lips. The narrow edge of the cloth grazes your clit. He moves the towel to cover your pussy and begins to knead his hand against your mound through the thick cloth. You sigh with pleasure and steady yourself with a hand on his shoulder.

He gazes into your eyes. You know it's going to happen again, you want it. You admit it to yourself now, you want your stepdad to fuck you.