Ignore It

I sigh, deciding that if no one else is bothered by them being in here, I should not make trouble. I watch as Lance followed the young woman I saw walk in before. He intercepts her on her way to the shower. He placed his hand on her bare shoulder, and watch as she turns and... smiled at him? As I walk into the large alcove, filled with showers, I see the pair (lance and the women), are now involved in an animated conversation of some sort.

I paused, perplexed. I saw her give him a large, toothy grin. I saw him bring out his phone and watched as he got her number. She giggled and posed for him several times, each time followed by a picture taken on his phone. The pair reviewed them quickly and saw the pair erupt in laughter while looking through their recent photos.

I smiled, despite myself, before walking the rest of the way into the alcove. I quickly found an open shower head and turned the water on to hot. I lathered myself up, and relished the feel of the water, as it landed down upon my breasts, before cascading over my hips, across my thighs & shaved bush, and down my legs.

I looked up briefly, enjoying the sensation, before putting my head under the wonderful flow of water.

My bliss of showering quickly draws to a close, as I turn the water off. I make my way over to my locker to retrieve my purse and towel. I dry myself off, wrap myself in my towel, and make my way to the door, before remembering that Chris and Lance are liable to still be inside.

I turn to look and find both Cris and Lance standing there, along with an entourage of their own. Each one had a young woman standing by them. By lance stood the brunette I saw him talking to before, who was now wearing her wonderful smile, a bra that covered nothing of merit, and a misplaced g-string. Chris has his arm around a blond woman, who has a cheerleader mini skirt and boob top folded close beside her. Oh, and she whore her smile well, but like her friend, not a strip of clothing was actually to be seen on her.