Vapor hit his eyes as he pushed the door open. It wasn't as though the steam had gathered and attacked him; rather it was as though it was welcoming him into its embrace. As his eyes began to adjust to his new surroundings he couldn't help but feel like he was stepping foot on the moon or breaking ground on a new continent. He liked the idea of stepping foot on the moon; it was fitting because he was certain he was boldly going where no man had ever gone before.
He turned around and took hold of the door before it closed. He gently shut it so as not to make any noise and alert them of his presence. He pushed in the pin at the top of the handle, ensuring that it was locked, and double-checked it by testing it out. The door did not budge. With a smile he turned back around and continued his trip.
As he turned the corner and stepped into the room he was met with familiar sights: lockers lining the walls, carpet strewn across the floor, and benches which stretched across the length of the lockers from a few feet away.
The girl's locker room in Breastford was different, however. He noticed that the carpet was a type of fabric that was light and sturdy; it somehow made the room much more comfortable. The benches were padded and had backing, not to mention individual seating. They looked more like chairs than your average place to sit.
Between two of those chairs he saw a neatly folded pile of clothing - the same clothing Brittany had been wearing in his office. Next to that pile was the clothing Brooke had been wearing. Not far from those piles were two more with the same style, same look, and same brand...but those clothes were cleaner. Atop each pile was a 34DDD bra.
He walked over to the second pile, Brooke's pile, and slowly reached for the bra. He grabbed it by one of its straps and held it up in front of his face. He rotated it so that he was looking at the inside of its cups and saw a small white tag jutting from it. He brought it closer so he could read the tag and was immediately overwhelmed by the heat and smell emanating from it. He brought it even closer and buried his face into one of the cups.
He sniffed and breathed and took in the sensation of Brooke's bra. He couldn't believe this was meant to hold her tits - he could practically fit his face into one of her cups. His thoughts were interrupted by a squeaking sound coming from the bathroom. Startled he quickly put the bra back and turned around, trying his best not to act nervous. When nothing happened he decided to continue on his way.
He stepped past the benches to the doorway leading into the bathroom. Here the carpet stopped and was replaced by a lustrous tile. Every inch of it glimmered and he was reminded of a spa he had gone to in order to convince a young masseuse to give him a happy ending. The tile crept up along the walls on his right, creating barriers. On the left, however, a different type of tile was used and there were no barriers - only sinks. Each sink, he noticed, was set up almost like a vanity. He stared at his reflection in each of the mirrors as he walked past the stalls the barriers on his left were creating. Halfway into the room he noticed that the stalls had stopped short and a new type of stall had taken over. They were much more elongated than the previous ones, and each one had a sliding glass door at its entrance. These were the showers.
Sounds of running water had enveloped his mind since he had stepped into the girls' locker room. Those sounds coupled with the occasional girlish banter originating from the showers had forced his cock to go rigid and stay there. He had not gotten a chance to relieve himself back at his office, and rather than staying there to do so once Samantha had gone he figured he may as well try his chances at Brooke and Brittany in the locker room.
But as he pressed on and peered into each shower he caught no glimpse of Brooke Biguns or Brittany Bust. He carefully trudged on through the light fog expecting to see beautiful blonde strands of hair or a surprised look on a beautiful face...but with each passing stall he saw nothing.
Finally only one shower remained. With his cock at full erection he carefully stretched his neck out and peered through the glass doors.
If his cock were able to get any harder; it would have. The sight he was looking at was almost out of this world.
Both girls were up against the far wall. They each had their hair done up so as not to get it wet. They stood next to each other under two different showerheads. Water was spraying their bodies with its wet essence; making their skin sparkle with sensuality.
Coach Dick's eyes were wide with excitement; like a child gazing through the window of a candy store. Brooke and Brittany had their heads to the wall; their bodies slightly turned as glimmering droplets of water cascaded down their beautiful white skin. Water bounced off their young, flawless bodies...making them glean with a luster that was unrivaled anywhere else.
Time seemed to slow down as the coach's heart raced. He could see every drop as it hit their lustrous, shiny bodies. He could see every drizzle down the swell of their abundant racks and outstretched behinds. On the right Brittany was facing her friend with her feet pressed together as she allowed the water to spray her generous chest and flow down the rest of her body. Coach Dick wiped some fog from the glass and viewed her succulent nipples as they pointed to Brooke.
Next to her Brooke was facing forward, also with her feet together. This was causing her butt to lift itself as the streams of water flew passed her head and down her back. Coach Dick watched as the clear fluid hit her smooth white skin and careened down her back to her lusty rear like a river. The water slid between her cheeks and created an oasis he desperately needed to drink from.
The coach's hand guided itself to his aching bulge and began rubbing and squeezing as he stared hungrily at the big boobs and bubbly rears of the two blonde babes as they nonchalantly continued their shower. He watched their hands caress their sides, flat stomachs, and beautiful racks as they instinctively reached for bottles of bodywash simultaneously. In addition to the water pouring down over their mind-boggling bazooms both girls now had thicker, colored fluid cascading down over the slopes of their chests.
Coach Dick stared, open-mouthed, as Brooke and Brittany began to lather up. Soap suds filled his vision as the two busty beauties rubbed their gorgeous bodies; ridding themselves of what little modesty they had left. A moment ago he'd thought the situation couldn't have gotten any sexier, but once again Brooke and Brittany had taken things up a bit.
He stepped out in front of the doors in an effort to get a better view of the action, and the view he earned himself was breathtaking. Brittany had her massive jugs in her hands and was squeezing them; soaping her luscious melons with vitality as her hands slid around and underneath the big, jiggling orbs. Brooke was letting the water spray down her back once again; this time unveiling her beautiful rear with renewed anticipation as the water washed away the soap her buns were covered in.
Coach Dick stifled a moan as he gazed through the shower doors. He wanted nothing more than to step into that shower and stuff his cock into Brooke's wet rear, and offer to finish soaping Brittany's big boobs for her...
His mind was hazy with excitement at the scene he was watching, and he was angry at not doing this sooner as he reached for the door handle and yanked the door to the side as hard and fast as he could.
"YES!!" he yelled.
His exclamation caused both girls to jump in startled surprise. They quickly turned and yelped loudly when they saw their coach standing on the other side of the shower doors. Fortuitously, the doors remained bolted in place; and they were left watching their coach struggling to open them - yanking the door from side to side only to have it move centimeters to the right before locking back into place.
"Yeeeeek!!" Brooke moaned as her hands shot to her boobs and covered her nipples and areolas.
"What the -?!" Brittany yelled as her arms instinctively flew to her rack. One arm flew across her entire chest, covering her nipples and areolas like Brooke. Her other arm she used to cover the top of her chest; shielding much of her cleavage from view in an effort to conceal her enormous rack.
"Coach Dick?!" Brooke exclaimed, her nipples pressed into her palms as her big boobs jiggled in her hands. "What the hell are you doing here?? Get out!"
"Oh my gawd...we're naked you jerk!" Brittany added.
"Yeah, I can definitely see that." Coach Dick said, not attempting to hide anymore. "You girls should be naked around me more often..."
"What do you want?" Brooke asked. She and Brittany were shivering from the shock of seeing their coach just outside their shower.
"The same thing you guys want..." the coach said as he pulled on the handle and attempted to open the door. "To...shower...AHH!"
His hands slipped off the handle and he stumbled to the side a bit, prompting the two busty teens to giggle.
"You can't open the door." Brooke said as she pointed to the bottom. "It's locked by a pin."
"From the inside..." Brittany added. "It's to prevent unwanted guests like you."
Coach Dick stared at the bottom of the door. Indeed, Brittany was right. There was a pin lock that the girls had used in order to keep the door from opening.
"Well, what say you pull that pin out and let me get myself clean. Or...better yet...why don't you two busty babes get me clean?"
