“Key,” I said, holding out my palm.
He danced back, moving into the hall.
“Come get it,” he said, grinning, then ran.
His towel came loose and he grabbed it in his other hand, whooping. Seeing red, I charged down the hall after his bare ass. For all my exercise my legs were shorter, and I fell behind in the sprint, and had to slow or slip on my bare heels as I made the turn into the locker room. I skidded to a stop when I realized had just barged into a room full of men in various states of undress, at least half of them completely naked. I stood there quivering like a leaf, trying to look at nothing and figure out what I was going to do. I started to back away, only to tap against one of the players standing behind me, blocking the exit. The top of my head barely came up to his chest.
“What are you doing in here?” he said.
“My key,” I blurted. “He took my locker key.”
“Who?”
I shivered. “I don’t know his name. I left it by the pool…”
“Shoulda’ checked the lost and found,” another said, moving up behind me.
I was surrounded now, eyeing the door. Panic flowed up my spine and spread into my chest, and the player blocking the door licked his lips. Suddenly I was trying to decide if I wanted to stay here and try to get the key back or walk home barefoot in a bathing suit and hope my roommate would buzz me in to the dorm. I looked around, counting and measuring up. There were eleven of them in the room, now all standing to look at me. A good number of them were naked, and I flicked my eyes up to the ceiling, the sight of all those cocks making me squirm with agonized embarrassment.
“I didn’t mean to come in here,” I said, as calmly as I could manage. “Can I have the key?”
Silence. “Okay, then. I’ll just be going.”
I started to move when a meaty hand slipped big fingers under the criss-cross straps on the back of my suit and dragged me back into the locker room. They were crowding around now, and those wearing towels had discarded them. The one who had my key stepped up, wearing the lanyard around his neck. The key swung lightly against his broad chest. He’d discarded his towel, and I almost involuntarily glanced down to see his heavy rod swinging between his legs as he put his hand on his hips.
‘There it is,” I said, reaching for the key.
I was jerked away as he stepped back, my fingers missing they key by inches. He grabbed my wrist inside and stepped forward, dragging my hand towards his hips. He pushed my hand against his cock and I felt the heat of it on my palm.
“So you want your key back,” he said, glancing at the others. “How badly?”
My hand was still on his dick. I yanked it back, like I was touching a hot stove.
“Very badly,” I said. “Look, I said I’m sorry. Can we not make this weird?”
A hand grazed my ass, moving over the slippery material of my swimsuit, the thumb grazing my skin. I realized how much it had ridden up into the crack of my butt, and resisted the urge to pluck at it. The caress became a grope, a sharp squeeze that made me squeak in alarm. I moved forward and thumped into the player that had my key, and bounced back, only to bump into another player. The ones who’d partially dressed had taken their clothes off, rather than finish putting them on. Suddenly everyone was naked but me, and I twisted, trying to get through the press of bodies to the door, but it was like swimming in a tank full of sharks. My panic changed the air, gave it a crackle of excitement like lighting before a storm. I was dragged into the press of men by the back of my suit, and surrounded.
They were getting hard. An erection brushed my hip, another poked my back. My body dumped adrenaline and hormones into my system and I started shaking like a cornered rabbit, switching from flight to fight, but strong hands caught my arms. The one who had my key came at me from behind, shoving his hands under the tight material of my suit. I watched the fabric undulate as his hands moved under it, his fingers tracing hot trails over my skin, over my tickling sides and up under my arms before sliding around to press against my breasts and squeeze. I gasped and felt my nipples stiffen, and twisted, trying to get loose. He leaned his chin on my shoulder and breathed hot into my ear.
“Are you the chairwoman of the itty bitty titty committee, or just a member?”
I twisted more, kicking at his shin.”Let me go.”
“You want your key?”
God, he was hard. He pressed his cock against me, the underside nestling between my ass cheeks. I could feel the heat against my suit.
“Please,” I whimpered, all the fight leaving me. “Just give me my key and let me go. I won’t tell anybody.”