Ben pushed his face against the locker's metal grille, desperate to get one last look at Amy as she strode away. She had such a sexy walk with her swinging hips hugged by tight white cotton trousers. He could see the slight bulge of the keys in the back pocket as her body pulled the fabric one way then the other. He watched her dark hair flow behind her, desperately hoping for one last turn of the head and one last smile. Yes, there it was.
All too soon though, Amy had disappeared from sight and Ben's mind returned to the inside of the tiny locked locker. He was desperate to see Amy again and to feel her naked body against his. He placed one shoulder against the inside of the steel door and pushed. Nothing moved. He felt for the two bolts that had shot into place as Amy's fingers had turned the key, and he used all his strength to try and force them back. Again nothing moved. He was trapped in a locked metal box with no way out until Amy and the key returned.
His cock was aching inside both the Prince Albert cock cage and the full chastity belt. The locker was too small for him to sit down, or even kneel, and so he was forced to stand as he dropped his trousers and pushed his steel crotch against his cold steel cell.
Why had Amy left him in the locker when they could be making love? His penis was literally aching for her. He had to think of something other than the woman with the keys.
*
It was dark and the nearby traffic had long since stopped when Amy returned. Ben's heart was racing as he watched her heels slink slowly and elegantly up to his locker.
"Amy!" he panted.
Amy didn't speak as she slowly opened her long dark woollen coat, completely naked other than for a small bunch of keys attached to a white ribbon that was tied around her slim waist.
"Oh fuck..." was all Ben could mutter.
He watched spellbound as Amy untied the bow and let the weight of the keys pull the ribbon through her fingers so that the keys were now hanging tantalisingly close to her clit. Amy retied the ribbon to secure them in their new erotic location. She then used her fingers to push and massage the keys against her body, moaning as she aroused herself with her own touch.
"I would unlock you, but... well the keys are umm busy," she breathed as she wrapped her coat back around her body and tightened the belt.
"I understand," Ben replied almost trancelike.
Amy stepped forward and pulled at the locker door, sighing as if longing to get at what was inside. Ben's open lips were pushed against the grille and she leaned in to reciprocate. She stepped in further and used the cold steel door to force the keys against her body.
"A much more important place for the keys," Ben panted, watching the arousal build in Amy's eyes that were now wide and dilated and shimmering in the moonlight.
"It would only take a second for them to turn the lock, but..."
"I'll settle for the look in your eyes," he panted.
Her fingertips circled the empty keyhole while her other hand ventured inside her coat to stimulate herself further. The feeling was growing far too fast and within minutes she had orgasmed, her cries echoing around the empty pool.
*
Ben remained transfixed on Amy's beautiful eyes as she slowly came down from the natural high, and smiled as she returned to reality.
"How was that?" he panted, still hoping to climax vicariously through the sexed up brunette.
"Fuck," she breathed.
"Are the keys now free to perform other tasks," he asked hopefully.
"Such as?"
"Letting me out of this box?"
"No they're busy," she smiled, her hair blowing in the evening breeze, her hand back between her legs.
"Wish I could swap places with them..." Ben moaned.
"Mmm that would be nice," she purred, "but I love the way your eyes peer out through that grille, full of hope that someday I might release you..." Amy was again wondering off into her special place.
"Please Amy," Ben pleaded, "My lips could do so much more than those keys."
Amy flicked some wayward hair from her dark made up eyes and fluttered her eyelashes. Ben watched painfully closely, crazy to know what she would do next. Slowly she unbuckled her coat and pulled at the ribbon around her waist to untie the bow, but this time she pulled it tighter before retying it around her slim, gym toned waist.
They both stopped and looked at each other for a long moment.
"Please let me out darling!" Ben begged.
It was just what Amy needed to hear and her manicured fingers took hold of the end of the ribbon and pulled. The keys fell free and into her waiting hand.
The feel of the keys triggered the desire in Amy's body and she thrust the locker key into the lock and turned. She pulled Ben from his cell and quickly removed his full chastity belt, but left the small PA cock cage in place as she became all consumed with kissing him.
With drops of rain in the air, Ben pulled on his trousers and shirt and led Amy back to her car. Bare foot and with his shirt unbuttoned, he drove them back to his apartment, the tires squealing as he swung the car into the underground car park. Amy was grinning, occasionally breaking out in excited giggles as they drove.
Still laughing, they rushed into Ben's apartment and straight into his bedroom. Amy's long fur coat seemed to melt from her body as she glided up to his king size bed and lay down on the white sheets, her knees pulled up and her legs apart. She freed her long dark hair which flayed wildly across the white pillows.
Ben pulled off his tan trousers and ripped off his open shirt, his abs and chest glinting in the mood lighting. He paced towards her, his breathing deep and a smouldering look of power in his eyes, "Now I'm in control," he breathed as his powerful body prowled towards her.
But Amy was giggling again.
"What?" he breathed.
She pointed at his chastity cage and his one inch long cock that dangled between his legs.
"Fuck!" he cried, "It's still on!"
