Rush off to the Locker Room

The cool, damp air of the locker room, heavy with the smell of sweat and chlorine, did little to distract Adam from his lust. He felt like he was a teenager, running off to the locker room to hide his obvious erection. He splashed cold water on his face, the shock momentarily clearing his head. The metallic knocking of the locker door swinging open suddenly interrupted Adam’s thoughts.

“You didn’t say goodbye.” An unmistakable sweet voice cut through the harsh, musky air of the men’s locker room. It was Sara.

There was no refuge for Adam. He started to speak, but he was too confused to make a coherent word. Sara chuckled warmly at her friend’s dumbfounded state. “Arn’t you tired of just staring?” She whispered in a low, unfamiliar tone, husky with sensuality. Sara grabbed his waist and pulled him back between the rows of lockers, as Adam’s racing heart threatened to burst from his chest.

She pinned him against the locker, her lips meeting his in a kiss. The taste of her perfect soft lips was pure, sweet temptation, a flavor more intoxicating than he could have ever imagined.

Consumed by intense passion and primal need, he lost all self-control. He matched the intensity of her kiss as his fingers greedily danced over every enticing curve he had lusted over for so long.

Sara broke away to unsnap her sports bra, revealing her flawless, petite breasts that exceeded his wildest dreams. Adam’s senses were overloaded with conflicting emotions of lust and regret.