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 ï>¿Nude in the Men -(TM)s Locker Room A month or so ago a small group of
friends and I went to a local sports club to shoot some hoops.  I'm not
very good at basketball but I like to shoot so I thought it would be fun.
And it was.  We arrived at the sports club already dressed to play and
brought clothes to change into afterwards.  We warmed up for a bit, then
shot some lay ups and eventually practised longer range shots before
splitting into two teams and doing a little scrimmaging.  I hoped we would
play shirts versus skins like boys used to do in school but no such luck.

   For a group of amateurs, we played pretty aggressively and we all did a
lot of running around.  After we had played for a couple of hours we
trooped to the locker rooms to shower and change.  It turned out that the
ladies -(TM) locker room was being renovated.  The other women said they
would just stay in their gym outfits.  I was pretty sweaty, however, and
also thought it might be exciting to get changed in the men's locker room.
At first I was a bit wary, so I knocked on the door.

   "Come in!" shouted a man.  I stuck my head inside half expecting to see
a few nude men, but no such luck.

   "The women's showers are out of order," I said.  "Mind if I use yours?"

   "Help yourself," said one.  I thought that probably the men would guard
the entrance and let me shower on my own but they weren't having any of
that.

   Now I'm a bit of an exhibitionist, but I usually flash strangers in
places where nobody knows me, not four guys that I know but who have never
seen me naked.  However, I really wanted that shower, so I shrugged and
went on in with the four guys, who seemed a little surprised, but pleased
that I was willing to do so.

   The locker room was painted a dull green.  The painting hadn't been done
very recently as it was flaking off in many places.  I guessed that the
men's locker room was next on the list to be renovated.  There were a
series of benches in front of lockers.  I walked over to one of the
benches. The four others seemed to have decided among themselves to give me
no privacy whatsoever.  Well, I really needed that shower, I couldn't stand
myself being this wet and, frankly, smelly.  Still, I hesitated a little,
hoping that the moral force of my hesitation would force them to leave.  It
didn't.  So I gave in and began to undress.  First I took off my tee shirt,
which was truly soaked and required a lot of tugging to get up over my
breasts and over my head.  I stood there in my sports bra while I wrung out
the tee shirt, which had been white when I started out but was now almost
gray.  Then I slowly eased my dark blue gym shorts with Nike Swoosh logo
down over my hips and stepped out of them, leaving me in my sports bra and
pink bikini knickers, which had become completely transparent with
perspiration.  I was embarrassed.  Not just because I knew all four guys
were staring at my pussy, but because I had been so unladylike as to sweat
like a pig.  Well, I played hard and that's what happens when I play hard.

   I carefully folded my shorts, then took my clean clothes out of my gym
bag and put my shorts, tee shirt and sweaty socks into the waterproof
compartment and my basketball shoes into another.  By now the moisture in
my knickers was partially generated from something other than sweat because
I found myself highly excited at being in a stage of undress in front of
four guys who still had all of their gym clothes on, and were making no
moves to take them off.  I took a deep breath and put my thumbs into the
elastic bands of my sports bra.  I pulled it up and over my breasts and
then over my head and arms, a process made much more difficult because it
was so wet.  Now I could feel the men's eyes shifting from my pussy to my
breasts and especially to my nipples.  I glanced down at them.  They were
partially erect and as I watched I could see them becoming much more so. 
This made me even more embarrassed but I had absolutely no control over
them.  Actually, they felt so nice that I would have loved to have played
with them but I resisted, barely, the impulse to do so.  I had rather hoped
that the men wouldn't see how excited the situation made me but I could see
that with my nipples this erect such hopes had no chance of success.

   Well, in for a penny, in for a pound, I thought as I put my hands into
either side of the waist band of my knickers.  I hesitated for just a few
seconds, long enough to see that the eyes of all four men had immediately
dropped from my nipples to my knickers as soon as I put my hands there. 
Then I pulled my knickers down over my pussy, which I keep trimmed but not
shaved, and over my hips, which took rather more effort, and then down my
legs until I could step out of them.  Since all four men were standing in
front of me and as I had finally decided that rather than let them see how
embarrassed I was I would try to act in as brazen a fashion as possible, I
turned around so that my back was facing them, bent over from my waist with
my legs spread slightly apart and my knees unbent, and picked my knickers
up from the floor of the locker room.  There were four gasps so my
manoeuver had achieved the desired effect.  I turned back around so that I
was facing them as I attempted with no great success to straighten my
knickers out so that I could put them into the gym bag.  After spending
several minutes trying to do so one of the guys asked if I would like his
help.

   "No thanks," I tried to say.  But what came out was an unintelligible
croak.  These were the first words anybody had spoken since we came into
the locker room.  I tried again and this time my voice was a little
stronger.  I still didn't have any success with my knickers, however, so I
said to hell with it and threw the wet knickers into the gym bag with the
other things.

   "Well, I'll go get my shower now.  You guys don't have to wait, you
know."

   None of them moved to even begin to undress, or to leave.  I picked up
my towel, soap and shampoo, but resisted the urge to wrap the towel around
myself.  I walked across the cold floor in my bare feet and into the shower
room where the floor was even colder.  There were five showers, one next to
the other, in an open stall.  The shower room was painted a lighter shade
of dull green, I suppose to differentiate it from the locker room proper. I
chose the middle shower head and turned the water on, being careful not to
stand in the spray when the water first came out.  As I had expected, it
was ice cold, but within a couple of minutes it began to warm up and soon
was almost too hot.  I stepped under the stinging water, which felt
heavenly on my sweaty, tired skin.  I was glad that I had brought my own
soap and shampoo because there was none in the shower.  I lathered my
breasts slowly and this time I did play with my nipples, which became even
firmer under my caressing fingers.  Then I soaped my pussy until it was
covered with suds.  While doing so I was massaging my clit and getting more
and more turned on.  While I was in the midst of doing this, one of the
guys came to the doorway of the shower.  He saw what I was doing and began
to turn red with embarrassment.

   " I'm sorry, Vicki Lynn," he said, "I didn't mean to intrude.  I just
wanted to be sure that the water was okay for you."

   I thought briefly about responding in a sarcastic fashion because I knew
exactly what he was doing, but I hadn't brought my car and this guy was my
ride home, so I simply said, "That's okay, I don't mind.  It's very nice of
you to be worried about my welfare." While saying this I left my hand on,
and fingers in, my pussy, but in a tiny effort at maintaining proprieties I
did stop moving my fingers.

   "Well, as long as you're okay." And he began to walk away from the
shower entrance.  I turned my back to the entrance and bent over to pick up
my shampoo, which I had set on the floor of the shower.  As I did so I
heard a quick intake of breath so I took my time about standing up.  When I
turned around I saw that he was still standing there.  Now he turned truly
red and really did walk away.  I lathered my hair and washed it with great
care, taking a long time to do so.  I rinsed my hair and my body, then
turned off the shower.  The shower room was still empty and no one was
standing in the doorway.  I dried off, spending a lot of time massaging my
breasts and my pussy with the towel and then left the shower.

   When I came out I was surprised to see that it wasn't just my four guys
in the locker room.  Instead it was full of men all completely dressed in
football kit.  They had been playing football and had just come in.  There
were immediately a lot of wolf whistles and even a few cheers.  I had my
towel but it was wrapped around my hair, leaving me completely exposed to
their view.  I loved it.  Being naked in front of four fully clothed men
had been highly exciting, even if scary, but this was absolutely wonderful.


   I walked slowly through the men to the bench where my clothes were.  I
took a lot of time sorting through my dry clothes as if trying to determine
which outfit to put on although I only had the one with me.  I dried myself
a little more - in places that the men seemed to enjoy.  I picked up my
clean bra and spent a while straightening it out and adjusting it before
enclosing my breasts, and my still erect nipples.  The bra was French, a
peach Aubade Tulips which left a lot of my breasts uncovered and had very
lovely lace trim.  I put on a long sleeved peach silk blouse and buttoned
it up.  Finally I put on a light blue, short skirt.  No knickers, although
I had matching Aubade thong knickers in my gym bag.  They are so pretty I
really wanted to put them on but as I was doing my brazen woman bit I
thought I should be as over the top as possible.  I bent over to put on my
shoes, low heeled peach pumps.  This brought more wolf whistles cheers and
applause.  I guess the skirt was a bit shorter than I had realized.  When I
was trying it on in the dressing room at the mall I had practised sitting
down to see how far it would ride up but I hadn't thought to practise
bending over as I didn't have a girl friend with me to check it out.

   While I had been dressing, the football players, like my basketball
buddies, had not even begun the process of getting changed.  I delayed for
a little bit longer to see if anybody would take his kit off in front of me
but nobody made a move.  After delaying as much as I could I finally left
the locker room so the guys I came with could get their showers and I could
get home and enjoy my memories.

   The other three girls saw that I had changed and washed my hair.  They
had also seen all the football players pack into the locker room.  They
asked me a lot of questions, which I had a very nice time answering.