As the full-time whistle went, the team walked over to shake hands with the opposition. Looking over, Emma saw Liam take off his helmet and lay it on the floor. The sweat dripped from his forehead. He reached down behind the goal and picked up his water bottle. The cold water inside was so refreshing as he poured it over his head and it trickled down his spine, right to the base.
Emma had collected her jacket and was now walking over to join the rest of the team who were gathering to talk by the goal. Her eyes could not move from the soaking long hair of the goalkeeper, whom she had been lusting over, ever since the beginning of the season. As she got nearer, she could see the sweat rising off his kit and wanted him there and then. So busy was she in the fantasy in her head, that she didn't notice Liam glance over and smile back at her - the girl who he could not keep his eyes off. For as long as he could remember, Emma had been the forbidden fruit that he badly wanted but could never have.
As she walked passed him, she flirtatiously hit his pads with her stick and winked. He winked back. "Do you always spend that much time on your back?!" he asked, referring to the few slips she made earlier. "Only under certain circumstances! Do you always have women falling over you then?" She replied, feeling in an extra cheeky mood.
The goalkeeper looked back and laughed. "Only when I'm doing my job properly, cause at least it stops them scoring!" Trying to be as innocent as possible.
Liam reached down and picked up his helmet from the astro turf floor before placing it in his kit bag. Emma turned around and walked off, slowly putting on her jacket. Liam started to walk slowly back to his goal line to pick up some kit, eyes still fixed on the magnificent sight of Emma's backside, wrapped tightly in a short shirt which was just too long.
As he started to take the pads off, Emma could not help herself. She walked over and pretended to gather balls, just so she could feast her eyes on the bare muscular body of the goalkeeper. Liam could also not help himself, as when she bent down to retrieve a ball, he managed to look right up between her legs to see the crisp white underwear that was between him and heaven. He neatly packed everything into his bag before walking back with Emma to the car park where the team had met to discuss what was next. It was the general idea of the group to head straight back to the clubhouse for the food, and to get on the drink early.
Liam turned to the group "If its ok I'll stay here and have a shower as I am dripping" His body clearly exhausted as his head and neck were covered in sweat. "I'm gonna head home, lots of work to get on with" replied Emma, knowing full well she had other ideas planned.
Liam took his kit and headed off down the alley to the changing facilities. He heard the cars turn and head back down the road on their way to the clubhouse. "See you soon" Chirped Liam to Emma, who was walking in the opposite direction. "The sooner the better" murmured Emma under her breath.
He carried on through the alley, till he came to a double door. Opening it, he pulled his kit in and made his way down the corridor. Looking at the first door on his right, he could see that this was Male changing but everyone knew that the Female facilities were so much cleaner and inviting. He carried on down the corridor, turning right and going into the abyss that was Female Changing.
Although knowing it was wrong, Liam continued in as no-one was around anymore, or so he thought. Emma had turned and headed straight for the facilities, hoping to catch a glimpse of the goalkeeper showering. Liam selected a bench near the shower and proceeded to remove his clothing. First his trainers, then socks, then shorts. He reached behind him and pulled his t-shirt up and over his head, revealing his toned body once again. Liam stood up and walked over to the shower, turning it on as to allow time for heating up.
He walked back to the bench and took out his towel and shower gel from a bag, before reaching down and pulling down his boxer shorts past his sweaty legs. Completely naked now, he turned once again and headed back to the shower where warm water was now crashing on the tiles below. He walked in and submerged himself in a shower that he had been longing for ever since he put his kit on.
Emma had now caught up with Liam and was peeping through the keyhole, trying to view as much as she could. Peering through this was no use, so carefully and quietly she opened the door and made it inside to hide behind a wall. Liam had now begun to wash himself, and was covered in a soapy lather from head to toe. Emma popped her head out around the wall to this sight and her jaw dropped. This was better than she had ever expected.