Ignore the Boys
From Create Your Own Story
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With a sigh of resignation you ditch the towel. The two boys have crept closer and closer; you keep ignoring them, so they keep inching towards you. By the time you have your swimsuit pulled out of your bag, they’re pretty much in your bubble. You step into the suit, giving them a full flash of wide open pussy. They’re so close they can probably see your clit, if they have any idea where it is anyways. You adjust the bottom of your suit to contain your cheeks and pull the straps up to cover your titties. | With a sigh of resignation you ditch the towel. The two boys have crept closer and closer; you keep ignoring them, so they keep inching towards you. By the time you have your swimsuit pulled out of your bag, they’re pretty much in your bubble. You step into the suit, giving them a full flash of wide open pussy. They’re so close they can probably see your clit, if they have any idea where it is anyways. You adjust the bottom of your suit to contain your cheeks and pull the straps up to cover your titties. | ||
| - | You shove your bag into the locker, walk around the dumbfounded boys, and leave the little locker room. Next you: | + | You shove your bag into the locker, walk around the dumbfounded boys, and leave the little locker room. Next you: |
Current revision as of 06:09, 9 November 2019
This isn’t your fault. They had no legitimate reason for coming in here. You decide not to give them the satisfaction of your embarrassment. You happen to be changing in a coed locker room, you don’t have to give a shit about them.
You collect yourself and do your best to dry off. Having a nearly-soaked towel that hardly covers your boobs and snatch at the same time isn’t helping any, and you quickly give up and head back to your adopted locker. At first you attempt to stay in the towel and just discreetly work your suit up under it, but you end up dropping the suit repeatedly and having to bend over, pussy bared, to pick it back up. A competition racing one-piece just doesn’t discreetly fit under a towel the way a bikini would.
With a sigh of resignation you ditch the towel. The two boys have crept closer and closer; you keep ignoring them, so they keep inching towards you. By the time you have your swimsuit pulled out of your bag, they’re pretty much in your bubble. You step into the suit, giving them a full flash of wide open pussy. They’re so close they can probably see your clit, if they have any idea where it is anyways. You adjust the bottom of your suit to contain your cheeks and pull the straps up to cover your titties.
You shove your bag into the locker, walk around the dumbfounded boys, and leave the little locker room. Next you:
| Name | Alexandra Miller |
| Location | Swim and Racquet Club |
| Status | Ready to Work Out! |
| Clothing | Swimsuit |
