Candy escapes through the showers!

Candy quickly recalled that the showers of the girl's locker room connected to the indoor pool, and she supposed that the boy's locker room must be laid out the same way. With out a moment to lose as the rowdy voices drew closer, the scantily clad blond dashed off between a row of lockers toward the showers, her soft melons bouncing wildly in her tank-top. As she cut around the corner into the steamy shower area, she almost lost her footing on the wet tile. One of the showers had been left on and she was caught in the spray as she regained her footing and darted toward the doorway at the opposite side of the room.

"Good practice, guys," said a deep gruff voice from the area she'd just left. "You keep up that kind of energy in the game next week and we'll beat 'em. No doubt." There was a chorus of hoots and cheers from the boys and Candy realized that she'd almost gotten caught by the high-school football team returning from their morning practice. "Now hit the showers and get to class! I gotta go hit the can," Coach Pounder finished and the housewife knew that she had to get out of there now!

She went through the doorway and turned into the six-foot hall connecting to the pool. The blond heard the team entering the showers as she grabbed the door handle and pulled on it, only to find it locked tight. Candy gave it several more tugs in disbelief in her luck, making her bust jiggle in her now-soaked tank top. She glanced down to see that the thin material had gotten so wet from the quick spray that the pink of her always stiff nipples was quite visible through her top.

"Nice fumble out there, Rick," one voice taunted from behind her as she heard more of the showers turn on.

"I'd like to see you do better, pencil-dick," a voice responded, and Candy pressed herself to the pool door, glad that the short hall was enough to keep her out of view of the showering team. She was a bit surprised at some of the crude language she heard from the boys, but couldn't help but smirk as she head the pencil-dick comment, imagining a man with a yellow number 2 pencil hanging between his legs. She found it quite interesting to eavesdrop on the high-school boys when they thought an adult wasn't around and shifted a little closer to the entryway to the showers so she could hear it better.

"You going to the party with Tanya tomorrow night, Jay?" asked another voice. ""Better be careful or you might catch something from her."

"Fuck you, Tim!"

"Hey, Ty! Catch this!"

Immediately after the last voice spoke, a blue plastic bottle of body wash shot across the slippery shower tiles, through the entrance to the pool and ricocheted off the wall, down the short hall and came to a stop just at Candy's feet. In shock, she gave the bottle a quick kick away from her but grimacing when she saw that it didn't make it out of the hall.

"Real funny, asshole," said one of the deepest voices and the MILF's eyes got wide as she saw a big shadow appear in the entryway. She pushed back against the door again as he entered the hall for his bottle, his giant dark-skinned naked body filling the space. Even in her fright at being caught, the housewife couldn't help but notice the way the boy's wet, hard-muscled body glistened with wetness. Candy thought he looked like he was built like an ox and, as her eyes caught sight of the thick pillar of flesh swinging between his legs, hung like one as well!

Holding her breath, she watched him bend down and grab the bottle before standing upright again. Unfortunately for Candy, as he turned to go back to the shower, her bright pink robe caught the boy's eye. As her turned to face her, the housewife recognized the muscle-bound teen as AJ's black friend, Ty.

The pair stared at each other in stunned silence for a second, Ty's eyes flicking between Candy's face and her see-through tank top and Candy's gaze flitting between his face and his impossibly huge penis.