It was men's hockey night, as so many nights before, but for some reason she wasn't as tired as usual. Rhiannon guessed it must have been the extra practice and ice time she had been putting in lately with the boys. A big effort as she had been trying to get in shape before the season started up hard-core. Pleased with her performance on ice, she smiled as she skated over to the boards. Before she could get her pad up on the boards she heard an older masculine voice.
"Ladies first."
It was Mick, one of the older goalies that she had been eyeing across the ice for months.
She laughed and said, "I'm no lady, but if you insist I could use the door."
She brushed closely past him sizing him up with his pads and equipment on he was just so handsome. As she approached the open door she got close enough to smell the scent of sweat and a bit of his cologne that he must have put on before hockey. Wow she thought, he even smells good after hockey. His bright sexy smile and brown eyes just made her heart beat faster. They had exchanged many locker room conversations before. This was the first time he had talked to her alone on the ice. He was busy watching her exit off the ice her pads covered in shaved ice and her face glistening with beads of sweat. He thought to himself, I wish I could find women like that sexy, sense of humor, and had to be just a little crazy being a goalie.
Being the last ones off the ice most of the skaters had already left or were mostly undressed. Walking in seeing all those guys in just their hockey shorts and no shirts on made her blush a little. Changing with the guys always was difficult, as she wanted so much to be treated as an equal. Yet, she always felt as if their eyes were looking at her as she walked in the room, and she didn't want to appear to be staring at them either. All those muscles and buff bodies always seemed to perk an interest in her. However, it was nothing like the way she felt about Mick and the flexibility and endurance that she knew the goalie position required. She carefully undressed making sure nothing was out of place and cleaned all the ice off her equipment. She noticed that Mick was also taking his time looking over everything and carefully packing it away in his bag.
The room was almost empty by the time she had taken off most of her equipment. Careful to leave her gel halter on fully knowing that she didn't want just anyone seeing how perky she was after hockey. The cold air and thoughts that she was having looking across the room always had that effect on her. Tonight she was having more thoughts running across her mind than usual. She was trying so hard not to stare at Mick, as she didn't want to appear to be rude. She did glance up to see he had taken his shirt off and his built chest glistened accentuating his nice tan from the summer months past.
Everyone had left when the arena manager stuck his head through the door and said, "An emergency came up and I have to run, can you lock up for me? "
"No problem."
As the words left both of their mouths in unison, Mick and Rhiannon looked at each other. Could it be possible that the other might be thinking the same thing?
She felt it was time to finish packing up, and continued to chat about the time that they had spent on the ice. She was sitting there on the bench in just her tight hockey shorts, wet black shirt, nipples clearly erect, hard and poking through the thin compression fabric, her long brown hair only accentuating her supple features. She looked up to see him staring at her with nothing but his shorts on. For a second she thought he had a mild erection showing through his tight shorts.
"Have you ever thought about making love with your pads on?"
She was taken aghast at his comment and blushed hard, throwing her long brown hair back over her shoulders.
"I have had that fantasy before, but never acted it out." she said smiling, and winked at him.