Obi-wan Ta-fuck-me! I need your help!

"I will so fuck your brains out if you hide me!" You whine hurriedly, look back at the door to the pool, "Hurry hurry hurry!" Your eyes beg him to help.

"Okay..." He looks confusedly at you, then slips an arm around your back, leading you to the lockers. He opens a tall one, cramming you in and latching the door. You peer out, only able to see a few feet in front of the lockers through the tilted louvers.

He pulls the key from the lock, and your view of his stiff cock turns to bare ass as a noisy gaggle comes into the locker room.

"Where is she?" The hottie.

"She ran out to the gym." Your savior! "You girls always run around naked?"

"Just when we want to make you hard." Her sarcastic voice fades, heading out the door, a dozen feet following it.

"Oh god, thank you!" You whisper out the louvers.

"Shhh!" He hisses back. Then he walks off.

You wait, unable to see anything outside the few feet before the locker. Locker in here, totally naked, squeezed into this tiny metal prison, your breath starts getting shallow, your skin starting to crawl. You look worriedly at the bare floor before you. Has your erstwhile companion abandoned you? Have you been left to be discovered by whomever he chooses to give the key to, or whomever hears your cries for help?

Suddenly, in your tiny field of view, you see the most wonderful thing imaginable as his still-stiff cock springs into view!

"Oh thank god!" You whisper hoarsely as the key turns in the lock and he pulls the door open. You burst free into his arms, pressing your naked body tight against his, your arms wrapping around him, his cock hard against your stomach.

"I was just making sure they went out..." He steps back, peeling you off and swallowing nervously, handing you a towel.

"Oh..." You take it, wrapping it somewhat carelessly around you. "So..."

"Shall we get out of here?" He pulls open the locker next to yours, dragging on boxers, jeans and a tshirt before shouldering his gym bag. "You wanna run to the ladies' lockerroom first?"

You shake your head, "No. We need to get out of here now." Your eyes narrow, "No fucky fucky until I'm safe." You nod for emphasis.

"How about we just grab a bite to eat?" He offers, crossing to the door to the gym floor. "I know this place by the water where girls often wear bikinis, even with towels over them to cover up." He peers out for a moment, then looks back at you and nods before heading out. You follow. "You'll fit right in." He smiles, his eyes falling to your chest, "Although that might give it away..."

You glance down, your nipple peeking out of the towel. You nervously shift the towel up, the far edge tickling the bottom of your butt checks as you do.

He pushes open the door out of the gym, and you hurry through and out to the street. "Where are you parked?" You raise an eyebrow, holding the towel tight around you in the open air.

"Just over here." You follow him nervously around the corner to the nearby parking lot, worrying just how much ass is really hanging out the back of the towel, but too scared to let go of the front.

"Here we go." He smiles at you, stepping up next to a small sedan. You scurry over to the passenger side and he gives you a curious look, clicking his doors unlocked, headlights flashing on the lifted truck next to the small sedan.

You frown, peering over at his giant truck. The step to climb in the door would be a challenge to climb in fully dressed, being as high as your waist, and you have no idea how to get in in just a towel.

He clambers on into the drivers side without any trouble, rolling down the window and waving you over, "C'mon!" He smiles at you.

You bite your lip, hurrying around the truck, towel held tight. Coming up to the passenger door, you frown. There's no way you're getting up there without exposing something.

"Need a hand?" He offers.

"Nah, I got it." You frown. No you don't.

You grab with one arm, the other holding your towel, and pull. Nothing. You try pulling up on your elbows, but barely lit yourself off your feet.

"I'll help." He says, hopping out the opposite side. You grab on with both hands, trying to swing yourself up, your feet making contact with the metal, you scramble up the side of the truck, looking down at the ground, and your towel, far below, just as he comes around.

"Aw fuck..." You whine, cross an arm across your chest, eyes scanning to see if you've been spotted, free hand yanking helplessly at the door.

"Ya, it sticks a bit, you may need both hands." He offers, scooping up the towel, but entirely failing to offer it to you.

With one last glance around the otherwise empty parking lot, you free your nipples to the open air and grab the door handle with both hands. A hard yank and it pulls free, your breasts jostling hand with the motion.

You glance around. Still alone. You smile, leaving the door wide, and your arms and legs wider, and look down at your new friend. "Do you mind?" You say, tits showing freely, pussy just barely pulling open.

"Not at all." He says, smiling up at your nakedness. After a pause of enjoying the view, he mocks surprise and adds, "Oh, did you want the towel?"

You roll your eyes, swinging your legs in, your breasts knocking once more. "You hang onto it." You smile, "Just get the door, wouldya?"

He shoves it shut with a thud, carrying the towel around to the drivers' side with him and climbing back in.

Tossing the towel behind the seat, he smiles at you. "Care to do lunch?"