As far as he can

The group of sweaty runners did their stretches and made their way back to the locker rooms and showers. Watson’s mind remains fixated. What is she thinking. What did she see. What does she know. How do I get my hands on those shorts. He was willing to move heaven and earth to get them. But how? He began to hatch a plan in his mind. The gym clothes belonged to the students, but the school washed all the gym uniforms. There are giant hampers in the locker rooms that the laundry attendants come to collect after practices and are then returned to the locker rooms for the teams. He would have to find a way to get into the laundry… but how would he know which shorts were hers? Hm, no. He would have to get in there before. He pondered his plan as he watched the group of girls walk across the complex into their locker room, his plan to smell her sweet sweaty mound melting away before his eyes. Wait—that’s it! Her ass is covered in dirt! He watches Mary stride into the locker room, her shorts covered with dirt from the trail. If he can get into the laundry room, he’ll be able to recognize which shorts are hers. I’m a genius, he thinks to himself. They should make me king of the world. No—no, not too many sex slaves. Just a few here and there.

He goes into the boys locker room to shower. He throws his own sweaty, dirty clothes into the hamper and his dirty underwear into his bag. He couldn’t help but think of her while he lathered up. His blood all rushing into his cock. The guys showering around him pretending not to see, it isn’t the first time this has happened. When it does, everyone pretends nothings happened and moves on with their lives.

Showered, clean and clothed, Watson waits outside the locker rooms on some benches for Mary to exit and head to her car. He would wait for the laundry attendant ladies to come and collect all the clothes. He would casually follow far behind them to the laundry room in the building next to the locker room. Somehow, he has to get in there without them noticing, find the shorts, and then get out without them noticing.

He sees Mary come out of the locker room. She eyes him from across the courtyard and starts walking towards him. Watsons heart starts beating faster and faster. What do I say…my goddess, my creator is walking towards me. All the moisture evaporates from his mouth, and his dick begins to harden in his pants.

“We almost died out there.” She says to him.

“Yeah, I’m glad y—we didn’t.” He caught himself before he revealed too much. He wanted to lick her feet. He wanted her to stomp his mouth into the pavement.

“Usually when I’ve tried to run my back hurts and I can’t breathe. I still can’t breathe, but my back feels fine today.” Still nothing from her eyes. Not a smirk, not a smile.

“I’m glad. Did you get the high?”

“I’m sore everywhere. I’m gonna go stuff my face.” She turned her back to him and walked away. Watson watched her ass the entire way. He wanted her to suffocate him with it.

He waited until almost everyone had gone. He watched two middle aged ladies wearing green jumpsuits walk into the locker rooms and walk out with big bins of sweaty shorts and shirts. Time to move. He got up and started to walk. He followed the laundry ladies and watched them disappear into a small square building with no windows. He was headed into battle.

He waited a few minutes, and one of the ladies left the room and walked back to the main building. He waited 15 minutes more; no movement. Is she still in there? Should he wait longer? How much time does he have? He had to act fast, the other attendant might be back soon. He walked quickly to the room, opened the door and headed into the darkness.