The scene in the locker room stayed in my mind. The only time I wasn't impatient was when I was back at the club where I was on duty 4 or 5 times in that fortnight. There I could watch players from the team and think about how I'd seen them naked or near naked, and how I would again. It was an incredible feeling of power, knowing how they'd all acted with me in their locker room and understanding that most of them wanted to show off but were a bit nervous or goofy about doing so. It was especially exciting given I'd previously felt slightly intimidated by them, even when that had been some flattering attention from the hotter ones.
I sometimes tried to do more than just watch them, I deliberately spent more time nearer groups that included some of the men I'd seen naked. I found myself trying to give them what I hoped were knowing smiles, I even dared to tell a few players I would see them on Sunday. That especially was rush but it possibly made things worse overall, I was counting the days like I used to do for Christmas.
One evening Mr Lucas came in with his wife for a meal. My encounter with him had definitely been part my locker room fun but had also felt like something more as well. I wasn't attracted to him, or at least I didn't think so, but just how inappropriate it was for me to have seen him with an erection was intoxicating. To have such a secret and to have plans to do it all again was by far the aspect I found the most stimulating, even more so than possibly seeing some of the real hunks more naked next time.
When it was time to collect their plates I couldn't help but try and catch Mr Lucas's eye when I knew his wife couldn't see me. I was stood mostly behind her with their empties in my hand when I went for it.
"So, are you playing on Sunday, Mr Lucas?"
"Yes, I think so." I thought I could detect a hint of nervousness in his look, but that may have just been me finding what I wanted to see.
"I'm working the bar again afterwards."
"Right." He did seem not in the mood for a chat.
I smiled at him, seemingly oblivious. "I enjoyed hanging out with the team after the game the other week, you really see a different side of things, don't you?"
"I suppose." His tone was now even colder, even a hint of warning in his voice. I smiled even more, I knew there was nothing he could actually do. I knew he wanted to show off for me next time anyway.
"Well, I guess I'll see you again then." I winked at him. "I'm looking forward to it." I headed off to the kitchen before he could say anything more.
I felt even more excited the rest of my shift. I looked back at the Lucas's table often, now not trying to catch his eye but smiling at his wife who I'd known for years. To her nothing would have been particularly amiss but I'm sure it didn't go unnoticed.
I saw them leaving a while later and thought that my fun for the night might be over, there were a few guys I'd noticed in the locker room left but no one who I'd really gotten a look at. A few moments later, though, Mr Lucas appeared unexpectedly and gestured to me to join him stood in a corner.
"Oh, I thought you'd left."
"Never mind that, what were you thinking of just then?"
"What do you mean?"
"You know what I mean, talking in front of my wife."
"Relax, it wouldn't have meant anything to her, would it? I mean, I assume you haven't even told her how I'm collecting the orders from now on, have you?"
"No, of course not, but you have to be careful." He was already shifting from mostly angry to mostly nervous.
"I didn't do anything wrong you know, I was just doing my job." I tried to look unconcerned.
"Maybe, but.."
"It's not my fault if you did something you're a little bit ashamed of, is it?"
"You encouraged me!"
I laughed, I still couldn't quite believe how I was daring to act with him but it was just so easy. "Of course, you had no choice but to show me your penis, did you? Not like you could have given your order before taking your towel off, is it?"
He was looking at me pretty sheepishly at this point.
"You never even told me your order, did you? Too busy making sure I got a good look."
He paused for quite a while this time, looking around the bar rather than at me. "OK, fine, it wasn't your fault. You just can't tell anyone about it, OK?"
"Why would you think I'd tell anyone?"
"I don't know." He sounded sullen now, I worried if we left things here he wouldn't have enthusiasm for the game in a few days.
"Don't worry, Mr Lucas." I smiled, I tried to emphasise my body for him in the way I stood. "I'm sorry about speaking in front of your wife and for just now, I just liked feeling a bit naughty that's all." I looked coyly at him with my head bowed slightly. "You can understand that, can't you?"
"I suppose."
"I won't say anything again, I promise."
"OK"
"And, if you want to show me again that's fine too." I tried to sound genuine.
"Right, well, I don't know about that.."
I looked up straight into his eyes. "I think you probably do." I held his gaze, channelling the confidence that I'd found in the shower room.
He mumbled something indistinct then with a few looks over his shoulder he left the bar. I held my position and made sure he saw me looking back at him, smiling brightly but assuredly. I supposed he'd told his wife he was staying for a few more and would get a lift back so now faced a long walk home. For some reason that gave me even more satisfaction.
Despite my impatience the day of the game did arrive. I found myself taking more care with my appearance than usual, making sure my make up was pristine and my hair looking as good as it could. I even thought about wearing a dark bra underneath the white top so it would be very slightly visible, in the end that was step too far but I made sure to put on one that made my breasts look as big and perky as possible. I always wore tights with the dress but decided that I would go bare legged today, so made sure they were freshly shaved. I wanted to look good.
Satisfied with my appearance I was soon back in the club with Anne waiting for the sounds of the players to tell us it was time. She had already told me that this week we'd see how things went with just me taking the orders. In contrast to last week the idea of going alone was appealing, I could decide which parts of the room to explore in which order.
As soon as I heard the noise of them inside the building I set off for the back but Anne stopped me.
"Woah, there," she said, smiling, "give them five minutes, I agreed with Matt to let any players that want to shower and change quickly be able to."
"Oh, really." I must have let my disappointment show as Anne laughed.
"You really have taken to this, haven't you?" I looked away, a tiny part of me still a little bit embarrassed. "Don't worry, just think what that means, whoever is still there wants you to see them, don't they?"
I smiled at her and sat back down to wait, I gave them until I'd heard the door open and shut a few times and the bar clock suggested four minutes had gone by. This time Anne let me go. I hurried down the corridor and was soon pushing open the door to the home changing room.
Anne's prediction was quickly proved right, a player I'd not particularly noticed before was stood just to the right. He was close enough to immediately catch my attention and before I'd even taken in his state of dress had pulled his towel away which turned out to be all he had on.
"How's about this for an order, love," he half shouted. He quickly shook his body so his cock and balls swung from side to side. It was a fairly impressive sight, with his penis large enough to flop around almost comically. It was over almost before it started, however, as he turned to laugh raucously at his mates and clasped the towel in front of his cock.
It was clear he had expected to intimidate or embarrass me, he had probably seen me during the early part of my visit last week and decided that a gasp of shock and me scurrying away would raise a laugh from his friends. As it was, although I was certainly surprised I'd stood my ground and watched the brief show. I now stood waiting for him to turn back, I wanted to look as confident as Anne had last time.
After a few chuckles he realised his friends who could see me waiting weren't reacting quite as he'd imagined, so turned back. I looked at him expectantly but he just seemed slightly bemused.
"I didn't quite catch that, you'll have to show me again." I nodded down to where he held a towel in front of his dick.
"What?" He didn't seem the most eloquent guy but I was beginning to see he was not bad looking. He was short, fairly squat and pretty big around but it seemed mostly muscle. His thighs particularly were huge. His cock had seemed quite big too.
"I'm waiting." I said and ostentatiously looked down, I heard his mates laugh but the player was still just staring a bit gormlessly. I found myself reaching out towards the towel. "You can't be shy after that display, can you?" I expected him to move away or stop me, but neither happened and before I even really knew what I was doing I'd taken hold of his wrist as if to pull his hand away. I could feel that he wasn't tensing the arm, it hung loosely almost as if he wanted me to expose him again. It seemed guys really would let me get away with a lot.
I smiled and did what he seemed to want, pulling his hand to one side so that his penis was visible to me once more. I let go and he obediently kept his hand to one side whilst I checked him out. I nodded in an exaggerated manner as if pleased with what I saw, before looking up to play to the crowd. "Of course, sausage and chips." I got the laugh I'd hoped for.
That was too much for the guy on display, he snapped out of it and wrapped the towel quickly around himself. He looked annoyed but didn't say anything. I looked at the group of 3 other players, most of them were bare chested in briefs or towels. That delightful sight inspired me.
"OK, then, who's next?"
I lowered my gaze to their groins and stretched out my hand as if to expose them like I'd just exposed their friend. My hope was that if I acted fast and confident at least one of them would go for it. I tried to quickly see who was not inching away from me and it seemed like the player to my left was holding his ground. He was an older guy I'd seen around, one of the forwards so tall and almost chunky. I felt especially tiny as I stopped in front of him, my hand already slightly reaching out to his tight trunks which were the only thing he had on. There was a definite bulge to look at.
I looked up past his hairy chest to his face, a good 8 or 9 inches above me. He just smiled. Once again I found the confidence from somewhere and moved my hand to very lightly touch the waistband.
"Shall I take your order, sir?" I tried to be as polite and formal as possible.
"Of course." I saw him grin towards his friends who were silent behind me.
I tightened my grip and pulled the trunks out, he made no effort to stop me getting as good a view as I could. It was quite a sight, the first guy who hadn't at least trimmed his pubic hair by the looks of things.
"My word, I can hardly see for all that." I pulled the trunks out further, eventually using two hands to get a clear view of everything he had. I could now easily see his dick hanging down, it was thinner and longer than most. As I stared at him I realised I was on my way to becoming a real connoisseur of penises. I looked for a few more moments then put his underwear back.
