peeping Tom

You quietly spy on the girls and watch as they slowly peel off each garment from there sweaty, sticky body. There hands guides along their tan skin as they disappear into the steamy shower. In your other corner of the eye, you see a mirror that gives you a bird’s eye view of the cheerleader. You see as the soap, suds and shampoo slithers along there curvy, smooth skin. Then you watch them pour lotion over there bodies and dress leaving the locker room. They slowly drift out of the locker room until you hear no sounds.

You carefully and cautiously pull your body from the laundry bin. Your eyes see two gorgeous figures wearing nothing but a towel. The one of the left is a tanned blonde with curvy body. She is about 5'8" with perfect tits. Her friend was a fiery red head that was little taller with same assets. They both drop the towels and your eyes gaze upon there perfectly tanned bodies.

The blonde says, "Nicky are little boys suppose to be here at all?"

Her friend replies with a southern dialogue, "Adrienne, I think this is the cheerleader locker room. I guess? We better call security."

Nicky pauses for a moment and says, "But maybe, He can convince us not call security. He can start by stripping for us weak fragile girls."