At least grab a towel in case you're caught!

You shift the gooey mass in your mouth. What if someone comes to take a shower and finds you... here. Like this? You bite your lip. You've gotta go grab a towel or get something to cover up!

You push the bottom of the curtain gently open, peering out at the empty space. You gently creep out, not wanting to shuffle the curtain open, and head to a laundry cart in the corner. There's a towel down on the far side of the bottom of the cart, and you bend in, reaching for it. Leaning up on your tiptoes, your fingertips just barely brush the edge. You strain again, pushing your feet apart, straining for it, brushing the towel gently closer.

"Uh, hi?" You freeze, eyes wide, lips tight. You look behind you at a complete stranger, towel draped around his waist, staring at your bare ass, and possibly a little bit more the way you're bent over. You straighten up, crossing your arms in front of you, turning to him.

"No towel's in the women's?" He raises an eyebrow. You look behind him. Just the one. If James catches you... You frown, scrunching your lips to one side, looking at the wall. Yes, you've got to get rid of him. You nod to yourself, then look over at him.

You let a smile creep across your face, your eyes feeling more mischievious than the alluring you're aiming for. You let your hands fall to your sides, cocking your hips, gesturing at your bare body and raising an inviting eyebrow.

"Um..." He looks confusedly at you.

You roll your eyes, and walk up to him, stopping so uncomfortably close your nipples nearly graze the hairs on his chest. You slide a hand into his towel, letting it drop to the floor as your fingers close around his cock, gripping on, sliding down its length.

"Uh..." He manages, one hand working up and down, pumping at his cock, the other guiding his hand to your chest, your tights lips smiling all the while.

He squeezes your boob, and nods satisfactorily. "Well okay then. How about a blow job?" He shrugs, half-smiling.

You return his half-smile, shaking your head, still stroking his stiff flesh. You check behind him, still clear, then open your mouth, showing off the load you're still carrying around.

"Jesus..." His eyebrows raise, and you can feel his cock tighten in your grip. You push down the length, squeezing, your other hand reaching down and gripping too, and suddenly you feel the hot splash against your skin, along your hip. Another spurt just below your belly button. You pump him gently, and feel him pour once more, the trickle finding its way down to the smooth-shaven slit between your thighs. Another stroke, another few bursts splatter across your crotch, and you smile at him, stepping back and looking down at your handy work.

As you look back up, you realize James is standing naked behind your new friend, and your eyes go hollow. You bite your lip, looking nervously at the man whose cum is running along the lip of your pussy, then back at the man whose cum is waiting patiently in your mouth, and fear that you should have waited more patiently yourself.

Looking behind himself at James, the quickly softening-cock raises an eyebrow to you "This the one who got the blow job?" He asks, and you nod nervously. He nods back and turns, disappearing into a shower, the water coming on shortly after the curtain draws closed.

"I see you couldn't wait." James raises an eyebrow, eyes on the cum streaking your crotch. You purse your lips, your own eyes nervously falling on his cock, already stiff and ready to fill your mouth with more. "Did you swallow?"

You shake your head, looking up hopefully and opening your mouth, lifting up your tongue to show off the stick goo still there.

"That's a good girl." He smiles, and you smile back, keeping your mouth open, tongue extended. "But you've done a bad thing." He shakes his head, looking down at your new streaks of cum, and your shoulders slump as you let your mouth close back up. You reach to wipe it up, but he grabs your arm. "Leave it." He looks at you, considering.

"I had a very fun little game for you all planned out." He holds up a locker key with a blue floaty fob attached. "I think we'll just have to up the stakes, hmmm?" He smiles, raising an eyebrow.

You nod eagerly, excited to not be in trouble. He holds out the key and you take it.

"Go find your clothes." He says, nodding back at the locker room.

You bite your lip, nervously walking past him, the sticky good below your belly tickling at your skin. You look at the key, then around the room. Maybe a dozen locked lockers? You bite your lip, glancing at the door. What will James make you do if someone walks in? What you just did all over again?

You look at the key. If this is a game, he'd make it a challenge. He wouldn't pick the closest locker to the shower, because that's where I'd start. And I'd check every single one in a row to keep from missing any. So he'd pick the last one I'd try. You look up, the lockers looping around the walls, finishing at the door to the pool.

You head straight there, the very last locker shut and missing a key, your sliding in and turning easily. You grin to yourself, James coming up behind you as you pull the door open.

"Nicely done." He nods as you smile back at him. You look in, finding his shorts. You furrow your brow, then look back at him again.

"Our clothes are together. Your shorts are in there too." He nods, reaching past you, his stiff cock brushing against your bare ass. He pulls out the shorts, and your are underneath. You smile, snatching them up and stepping into them.

"Hold on." He says, pulling his shorts into place, bulge evident as ever. "Since you've been a naughty girl, the rule here is that you can only put each set of clothes you find on if you've got some fresh cum there." He nods at the streak across your crotch. "You'll need more before you get to put on panties." He raises an eyebrow. "Understood?"

You nod, lips tight, sloshing the gooey mess around your mouth. You slowly pull on the shorts, looking expectantly at him, and he nods. "Yes, yes, what you just did qualifies you for shorts." You smile, tugging them into place, looking down at the dark wet streaks across the front of them, frowning.

"And the next key!" James places a hand on your shoulder, reaching into the locker and producing a key with a pink floaty. The women's locker room.

You take it, nodding. The shower shuts off behind you, and you turn. The fellow whose cum streaks adorn the front of your shorts steps out, and you waggle your fingers at him, crossing a hand against your bare chest and stepping out to the pool.

The door shuts noisily behind you, the lifeguard peering curiously across the pool as you step out of the men's lockerroom topless. You start toward the women's lockerroom, glancing around the mostly empty pool, someone in the hot tub not looking your way, then stop. Biting your lip, you glance across at the lifeguard.

You pull the arm off your chest, looking at James, pointing at the lifeguard, then moving between your bared chest and streaky shorts. He shrugs. "You do need cum." You shake your hand up and down, switching between your chest and shorts. He shuffles his head side to side, then concedes. "Do the tits." He nods, and you smile, looking across at the lifeguard staring across at you.

You wave.

He waves nervously back.

You consider running around the pool. Swimming is out of the question. You raise an eyebrow at James, the turn back to the lifeguard. You wave for him to come to you instead, and he stand, hesitant. You shake your head, then turn sideways dropping to your knees, pantomiming your hand pumping on his cock, then splashing your palm against your chest. You look at him, giving him a thumbs up, then wave him toward you again.

He stands frozen for a second, look around the empty pool, then speedily drops down the ladder, diving in. He crosses in moments, breathing heavy by the time he reaches your side. He pulls himself up out of the pool, his shorts dragging down against his plain erection.

He starts to pull them up, but you immediately drop to your knees in front of him, yanking them to the floor, your hand wrapping around his cock and sliding up and down it unhesitatingly. You smile up at him, tight lipped, and he raises an eyebrow at James.

"What can I say, she wants your cock." He shrugs as you furiously pump his stiff flesh.

Maybe it's watching girls in bikinis all day, maybe it's watching your tits shake as violently as your fist on his cock, but it seems like seconds before he's bursting. The first splash lands across your face, and you blink through it, tilting him down and sticking your chest out. He pours onto you, and you move him back and forth, splatters landing across each bare breast, trickling down your large, dark nipples, dribbling down your cleavage. He pushes your hand away, and you smile up at him through his cum, the sticky good coating your face and chest.

"She, uh, doesn't talk?" He asks James.

"Show him." James grabs your hair, tugging gently back, tilting your head as your mouth pops open, showing the mass of goo to the lifeguard.

"Yours?" He says, pulling up his shorts.

"You know it." James nods as you stand, cum rolling gently down your face and breasts.

You smile to James, and turn to the women's lockerroom. You step in, crossing to the lockers, key in hand. A naked blonde, her back to you, is bent over the bench, drying her hair. You raise an eyebrow back to James, pointing at her ass with a grin. He smiles, nodding appreciatively at her.

You look around at the lockers. Few locked ones here. You bite your lip, and pick the furthest from the pool. The key turns first try, and you grin at James. The blonde pulls up, hair wrapped in the towel, and looks at you for a second.

"Is that cum?" She raises an eyebrow, staring.

You nod, eyes darting briefly to James, grinning ear to ear behind her.

"All over your face and tits?" The blonde, looking back at you, walks right past James as she heads for her locker. He follows with her, staying just out of sight.

You nod, and point at the dark splotches on your shorts.

"Is that all from one guy?" She asks, James standing to her left, her head darting back to you over her right shoulder every time she looks back. She bends down, pulling something from the bottom of her locker.

You hold up three fingers as she stands back up and looks to you. She narrows her eyes, walking over to you. "Why aren't you talking?"

You open your mouth, and she chuckles. "Well, you've certainly been busy!" She says, turning, and you realize what's in her hand. You grab her shoulder before she spots James, glancing nervously back at him. You point at he hand.

"Oh, this?" She holds up a large purple dildo. "I intend to get busy, too!" She grins.

You bite your lip. You reach up, taking the dildo, gently walking her backwards to the bench, your eyes locked on her, hers nervously locked on yours. As she bumps up against the wooden seat, you gently push her down, spreading her legs, sliding your hand between her thighs.

This time she bites her lips, as your fingers find her hot, wet flesh, gently massaging her lips as your fingertips tease between them.

She sighs softly, and you smile at her, reaching up and drawing your fingers down across her eyelids. She closes her eyes, and you push her down onto her back on the bench, her leg lifting up and across it, thighs spread wide, eyes shut tight. You smile up at James, who shakes his head in awe as your fingers start working in and out of her.

She moans softly, and you bring around the rubbery purple toy. You nuzzle it gently at her very wet hole, pushing it barely in, and drawing it out, easying it deeper and deeper, a hair at a time, letting her juices slicken its surface as you work it inside her.

She shudders softly, her hands caressing her bared breasts, gasping as you draw it out, then slip it back in at least six inches now. You look up at James, nodding at the dildo, and he steps over, taking it from you, working it in and out of her.

You step over to the locker as her gasps pick up pace. Glancing back, James is working it deeper and faster than ever, and she crying out softly, but hardly complaining. You pull out James' shirt and shoes, setting them aside.

Your shirt is in there, too, but it's wadded up and soaking wet. You shake your head, knowing exactly how that will look. You sigh, pulling it over your head. You shoes are in there too. You hold them up, looking back at James, engrossed in blondie's growing ecstasy. You walk over, holding the shoes to his face and he shrugs, nodding. You smile, slipping on the socks and stepping into your shoes.

You point at the pile of his clothes, shirt, shoes, socks. He nods up at you, handing over the reins. You take the dildo, keeping pace as he goes and pulls his clothes on, the oblivious blonde gasping, her back tightening, her hands clenching at her breasts. She seems to be peaking!

"Oh fuck yes..." She mutters her legs closing, rolling to the side, pushing you off of her. You reach in, sliding the dildo gently in and out, then draw it free, setting it on the bench beside her.

James comes up beside you, holding the next key. A black floaty. He motions to the door to the gym.

You point at him, then the blonde, shrugging. He shrugs back, and you follow him out, leaving her still oblivious on the bench as you step out into the gym.

Between stroking off the lifeguard on your bare chest and bringing the blonde girl to climax with that dildo, you don't even think to cross your arms against your transparent top as you step out. Of course, half the eyes that turn your way are locked on the cum across your face anyway. You smile, and look expectantly at James.

"In the lobby." He nods toward the front, and you head across, as-good-as-bare breasts jostling lightly as you walk, cum still plainly streaking across your face.

You step up to the counter, and the guy behind it raises his eyebrows. "Not quite what I'd expected from what you'd said..." He glances at James, then back to you, unable to decide between staring at your tits or your face. He ends up on your tits.

You hold up the key, and he looks blankly at it. "Oh, of course." He turns around, a row of lockers behind him. He opens one, and pulls out a pair of boxers, handing them to James. "I think you're supposed to get them out yourself?" He looks expectantly at James, who shrugs.

"She can't put'em on yet." He says, and you glance back at him, smiling. You nod your head pointedly at the clerk. He smiles.

"She needs your help." James says to him as you walk around the counter, coming up beside him, smiling through your tight lips.

"Uh, I should dress her or..." He looks confused at you as you shake your head, undoing his fly, reaching into the front of his boxers and grabbing his cock.

"It's written across her face, man." James nods as you pull out the clerk's cock, pulling out the waist of your shorts and holding it to your bare skin. You stroke your hand down his length with one hand, the other holding your shorts open, and smile up at him.

"Uh..." He says. Why do they keep saying that? You roll your eyes.

You glance out the front door. Cars drive by. Someone walks past the broad glass. You smile at the clerk, hand still working his cock.

"Fuck." He closes his eyes, cum suddenly pouring into your shorts. You slow your pace, gently pumping every last drop out. A few strokes and no more seems to be coming, and you let him dangle, your shorts snapping back in place, the wet patch much larger across their front.

You smile at James, waggling your eyebrows, and turn to the locker, snatching your panties. You frown, looking down at your latest load, and reach between your legs, rubbing the clerk's goo in, spreading it along your flesh, the warm stickiness mixing with the sensation of your hand on your own warm lips. You shudder, unable to sigh through your mouthful of cum.

You look back at the clerk, smiling, and bend down, sliding your shorts to your ankles, hips cock, feet spread, knees straight. You raise an eyebrow at him, his eyes between your thighs as you step out of the shorts. You begin to step into the panties, then stop, looking back at the clerk. You stand, holding them up, smile at James, then hold them out to the clerk, your eyes pleading.

"I think she wants a hand." James nods.

The clerk raises an eyebrow, then snatches the panties from you, kneeling down. You dantily step in, his eyes looking up at your bald beaver. He draws them up your legs, his hands closing on your ass, groping down around to the hot wetness between your thighs, groping just too long at your pussy.

You smile at him accusingly, and he grins. You point down at the shorts and he falls back to the floor, carefully picking up the cumsoaked cloth by the seemingly only dry corners. You step in, and he works them around your shoes, tugging them into place with your panties, his hands groping once more at your ass as you grin at him.

You lean into him, planting a definitively close-lipped kiss on his cheek, reaching down to give his re-hardened cock a gentle tug before turning to James.

"Is she just not allowed to talk?" He asks, busily working to tuck himself in.

"Oh, we didn't show him?" James looks at you, and you shrug, turning back and opening up.

"No shit." The clerks eyes go wide, looking over at James.

You smile at James, and he smiles back. He holds up his car keys. "The last key." He grins. You raise an eyebrow, looking at the glass doors. Cars pass by. You flash him a smug grin, then cross to the door, stepping out without even breaking your stride. You look both ways down the street, transparent top putting your tits and their very obvious dark nipples on display. James steps out, points one way, and you follow.

Someone is walking the same way as you, but no one seems to notice the effectively topless girl walking down the street with cum on her face for the whole fifteen yards or so it takes to reach the gym parking lot. It's a good thing, because as brazen as you feel, one set of eyes out here would set you sprinting to find somewhere to hide.

You follow James around the corner to where he parked at the end of the row. Well out of sight of the street, he presses the button, unlocking his new-looking BMW sedan. "In the backseat." He nods at the car. You frown, turning to him.

You point at your chest, looking sad. He smiles, looking pointedly down at the obvious bulge in his shorts. You grin back, pulling open the door of his car and sitting down, motioning him to you as you peel off your soaking wet top, truly baring your breasts to the empty parking lot as you toss it on the floor behind the drivers' seat with your bra.

He steps in front of you, and you yank his shorts down, lifting his shirt up to expose his cock. You start stroking it, smiling up at him, then lean in, propping yourself up on the seat, pushing your chest against him. You wrap your breasts around it, pushing them together, grinning up and waggling your eyebrows.

"I like the way you think." James smiles, glancing at the street. He rocks his hips back, his cock sliding between your breasts, and you press them together. His hips thrust, his cock sliding in and out of your tits as you smile eagerly up at him. It flashes into your head that you really wish he'd put your panties in the car instead when suddenly he pushes hard against you, cum pouring out on your neck. He pulls back, and you grab his cock, pumping him out across your tits, grinning up at him.

"I guess you can put your bra on now." He smiles down at you, and you look mischieviously back up at him. "Nicely done."

You open your mouth, flashing the stash of goo, then close it, swallowing down. You open back up, mouth clean, and your face turns to a pout. "Oops..." You frown, a grin sneaking across your mock-shame.

"And you were so close, too." James smiles at you, pulling his shorts back up.

"I guess I hafta get naked now, don't I?" You say, rolling back on the seat and slipping your shorts and panties down your legs. You work them around your shoes, tossing them behind you with the tops.

"And the shoes." He nods pointedly and you lick your lips. You won't be able to run away from people without shoes. You pull them off, looking nervously up at him, but toss them and your socks in with the rest of your clothes.

"So I guess I hafta get four guys to cum on me?" You ask, raising your eyebrows.

"Sounds good." He nods, taking your hand and pulling you out of the car. He shuts the door, locking the car and officially locking your clothes out of reach. "Plus someone to fill your mouth, first."

"Yes." You nod, looking nervously at the cars passing the other end of the parking lot. "Of course. Five."