Lately I've been taking advantage of the open swim time at my school's pool. Technically, the swim team has practice at that time, but the pool is large enough that the administration lets non-team members swim as well. It's great exercise and much easier on my joints than running or other forms of cardio, plus I don't have to worry about my giant boobs getting in the way or causing me any discomfort. Since open swim is at the butt crack of dawn, and most of the students at my college prefer the rec center anyway, I am usually the only one swimming apart from the men's and women's teams.
If the posted sign in the locker room were accurate, the women's swim team was out of state for a meet and for whatever reason the men's team didn't show up for practice this morning, so I had the entire pool to myself. It was equal parts eerie and peaceful. I enjoyed having it all to myself, but it was strange too. I did my hour long workout, hopped out of the pool, and made my way into the locker room to clean off and get ready for class. I'm one of those weird people that likes to scrub the chlorine off naked at a public locker room. I've never been too shy about it, I'm proud of my body and I don't want itchy skin or to smell like chlorine all day. Plus, when it's all women who really cares?
I hung my bikini in the locker I was using to let it drip-dry before I stuffed it in my bag, then wrapped myself in a towel and went over to the showers with my little bucket that held my loofa, body wash, shampoo and conditioner. The locker room was empty, so I turned on the first shower and waited for the water to warm up. It didn't. I tried the next shower, and it was also freezing cold. One by one I tried every shower in there and they were all like ice. "Well, nuts," I said. Freezing water wasn't the end of the world, but I really didn't want to start my morning that way if I could avoid it.
Maybe if I was lucky, the men's locker room would have hot water and I could clean up and be on my way before anyone was the wiser. The men's swim team didn't show up today anyway, and I was the only one in the pool area the entire time so it was a safe bet the locker room was empty. Even if it wasn't, I go to one of the few schools in the country that still has coed showers in the dorms. If anyone came in, they probably wouldn't be too surprised, it's not like they haven't seen a naked woman before. With that train of thought, I made my way out of the women's locker room and over to the men's.
I opened the door and peeked my head inside. "Hello? Anybody in here?" I shouted. No reply. "If there are any dudes in the locker room speak now, a lady is coming in!" Still no reply. "Seems I lucked out," I said. My flip-flops echoed through the locker room as I plodded my way to the showers. To be safe, I did a quick look around and confirmed that I was alone. A line of five pillars with four shower heads each stood in the middle of the community space. I went to the center pillar and tested the water. Nice and warm.
I stepped off to the side, unwrapped my towel, and hung it on a hook attached to the wall. Steam filled the enclosed space as I enjoyed the hot water for a bit, relaxing my muscles from my workout and taking a break before what would no doubt be a stressful day. I'm not much of a coffee drinker, so a hot shower in the morning is the next best thing in my opinion. After a few minutes of relaxation, I picked up my shampoo and started to wash my hair. The vanilla scent never failed to relax me and bring a smile to my face. It's funny how powerful aromas can be.
The door to the locker room creaked open. "I'm just saying, I joined the swim team to swim, not lift weights and run on a treadmill," a young man's voice said.
"It's called supplemental training, it's good to get out of your comfort zone once in a while," another replied.
"Its stupid is what it is."
"Whatever, let's just get cleaned off and do a half practice."
No less than ten pairs of footsteps echoed toward me. At first I panicked. A bunch of men I didn't know were about to see me naked. I've had dozens of men touch me and use my body in various ways at the glory hole I worked at, but this was different. At the glory hole I knew what they wanted; I gave it to them, they'd leave happy, and most importantly none of them
saw
me. At the glory hole I was fearless, confident and totally in my element. Around other women I was proud of my body and unashamed. But the group of strange men stomping down the hall terrified me, because I didn't know them and I didn't know how they'd react. How they'd judge me, or what rumors they might spread after seeing me.
"Half practice? We just did an hour of your crap!" one boy said.
"Coach left me in charge while he was out of town. I was just trying to make things interesting dude, back off."
My college isn't very large, and people get reputations fast. At the glory hole I could cut loose behind my veil of anonymity, but here I was just some naked chick using the men's locker room. For some reason this was way different from the men at the glory hole, and my heart rate reflected my anxiety. Then I remembered we were a coed campus, these guys were used to seeing their classmates naked. Even still, I figured I should head off any surprises as best I could. "Um, just so you guys know there's a woman in here showering because the women's locker room has no hot water. I'm almost done though," I shouted down the hall.
The voices went silent, and the footsteps came to a halt. I washed the soap out of my hair and turned my back toward where they'd be coming from, then looked over my shoulder. Roughly ten of them stood, staring at me like a bunch of deer in the headlights. "What?" I asked.
"What are you doing here?" the man in front asked. I recognized his voice as the one that 'coach left in charge'.
