by Bridy McAvoy
“It worked, Karen. I got you mad and you played like a lioness.”
Ben grinned at her and Karen found it, as usual, impossible to stay mad with him and smiled back.
“You’re incorrigible!”
“Perhaps, but I’m still having your knickers if you don’t hold your serve this time.”
“No!”
“I told you I’d put it to the vote and you’d lose.”
“There is no way that’s going to happen and you know it.”
Again Karen was fired up when play resumed and each time her first serve whistled into the corners with near perfect accuracy, the result being she held her serve once more. As the next three games played out, still going with serve, the thought of her fiancé’s friend removing her knickers on court played on her mind. She realized the humiliation of such an event, as well as the obvious exhibitionism of being naked under her short tennis skirt, was having an effect on her body, if not her tennis. The old Athena poster flashed through her mind several times, and inside her sports bra she could feel her nipples hardening.
“Your serve, Karen.”
“What?”
She’d almost lost track of what was happening as her mind roiled with images. Taking the proffered balls, she retreated to the baseline and began her preparation routine for tossing the ball in the air and serving. Looking up, she saw the other three watching her and chuckling.
“What?”
“Change ends, sweetie. Forgotten?”
“Shit! Sorry.”
As she walked past the net she realized she was really flustered now, fantasising about what would happen if she lost her serve. As she took up position at the far baseline and began her routine once more she knew part of her at least wanted to throw the game.
Crash!
The ball hitting the net brought her back to reality. Her second serve looped high and over and just out; of all things she’d just double-faulted!
“Anyone one would think you wanted me to collect those panties.”
Ben mimed pulling something down from waist level in front of him, a grin on his face. Karen flushed in embarrassment and changed sides to serve again. The first serve was a long way out this time and her second was weak and easily put away with an unplayable return.
Ben mimed once more, this time putting a wiggle into the action and, looking across the net, Karen could see the other two men were showing a lot of interest in the byplay. She frowned in determination. Get a grip, girl! Bang. The serve landed on the line and speared past the returner, giving a fifteen-thirty score line. Ben applauded. The next serve was a clear ace as well, tying the score. Karen tried to calm her breathing but the look on her partner’s face flustered her once more. Her first serve was wild and the second as weak as its earlier compatriot, resulting in game point against them.
“Knickers point, Karen! Come on, save it!”
Karen flushed. No way was this happening to her but she knew somehow, deep down, she wanted to lose the game, something her fierce, competitive spirit had never wanted to admit since she first held a racquet at the age of five.
Her first serve thundered in and the return was weak. Ben pounced on it and his cross court volley was sweet and hit the line.
“Out!”
“No way!”
Karen and Ben exclaimed in unison, convinced the shot was in. Steve and Dave were equally adamant the ball had been out so they replayed the point. Karen was muttering to herself as she prepared to serve before thundering another ace down the line to tie the scores.
“Deuce!”
Ben’s volleys at the net were superb for the next two points and the set finally closed out to a tie break, which Ben and Karen narrowly lost to lose the match two sets to love. As they headed back to the clubhouse, Karen asked Ben the question which had been bubbling in her mind for the latter half of the match.
“Would you really have tried to take my knickers off out there?”
“Nope.”
She breathed a sigh of relief before his next words rendered it premature.
“I would have taken them off, not tried to.”
“You wouldn’t!”
“I would!”
“You two sound like a couple of kids arguing over a bag of sweets.”
“Keep out of it Steve, thank you very much.”
“Hmm…”
They came to the locker rooms and Karen pushed the door to the ladies locker room open and flicked the light switch. Nothing happened. She tried again.
“Shit!”
The door to the men’s room was just closing behind the other three but was just ajar enough to let her expletive be heard. Ben came back through the door like a rocket.
“What’s the matter?”
“No lights!”
“Let me try.”
Ben flicked the switch up and down a couple of times without success.
“I can’t shower and change in the dark for Christ’s sake!”
Ben looked at the other two who had come back out into the corridor to see what the commotion was about.
“You’ll have to share with us.”
“Right, Dave, in your dreams.”
“No, I mean it, there are two rows of lockers and we’ll use one and you use the other. We’ll all use towels to get to and from the shower and take it in turns. No problem.”
Karen looked at him, his face open and innocent, and realized that he was completely serious. She debated the situation internally, unwilling to travel home in the sweaty and smelly condition she was currently in. The three men watched her, their faces expectant, and she came to a decision.
“Fine, will one of you hold the door open so I can get my stuff from the locker?” Ben obliged and she used the dim light from the open doorway to get her clothes and shoes from the locker and headed back to the doorway.
She saw all three pairs of eyes look at the bundle she carried and glanced down to see her pale pink, translucent lace bra spread over the top of the bundle, her sexy underwear clearly visible for all of them to see. Immediately she blushed and hugged the bundle of clothes closer to her chest before following the three of them into the men’s locker room, with Ben obligingly holding the door for her.
* * * *
Inside, Karen was relieved to find the men’s locker room layout matched the ladies; one row of lockers down each long side of the room, with the room partitioned by a double row down the center. The three guys headed for the far side, leaving her alone on the side nearest the door.
Karen heard a low mumbled conversation from the other side of the block of lockers as she sat on the bench, allowing herself the chance to grab a rest. Despite what her fiancé had said, the two games of tennis with only an hour or so in between had worn her out. Ben’s words brought her back to reality.
“Come on, Karen, you shower first. We’ve rigged up our towels as a shield. We can’t even see the shower doorway, let alone into the shower itself. That way we can’t peek. Check it out.”
She rose to her feet and headed for the end of the lockers separating her from the three men. Karen was about to go past them when a thought struck her and she stopped.
“You are all decent aren’t you?”
A set of chuckles accompanied Dave’s answer.
“Yes!”
She stepped round, and found she couldn’t see them anyway. A cable ran across from one locker to another and three large towels hung from it by simple household pegs. The doorway to the shower was opposite this and the showers were at a right angle. Even if they peeked past the towels they wouldn’t be able to see anything without coming through the makeshift barrier.
“That’s sweet of you, guys. Thank you.”
A thought struck her and she grinned as she dashed back to her side and then ducked into the showers, still fully dressed in her dirty tennis kit. After hanging her towels on the rack she quickly stripped off the tennis skirt and sports top and turned the nearest shower head on before stepping under it,
still wearing her sports underwear. She faced the entrance so she could keep her eye out for anyone peeking and quickly rinsed out her long blonde hair.
“Need anyone to wash your back?”
Ben’s comment floated through from the main room and she heard the other two chuckle.
“No thanks, I can manage quite well. I’ve been managing since I was about four years old.”
She couldn’t help smiling to herself. Boys will be boys, she thought as she realized the voice had obviously come from enough distance to show they were behaving themselves. Finally she finished with her hair and stepped back out from under the shower head, quickly rubbed the bulk of the moisture from her luxurious mane, and wrapped it in the smaller of the two towels. Karen looked down at herself and realized the sports bra and tennis knickers had kept her modesty covered. Although wet, they hadn’t become transparent, they were too thick for that.
Taking a deep breath, she stripped the two garments off and allowed the water to flush over her again from the neck down, carefully keeping her head out of the stream. Thirty seconds later she was wrapping her own large soft towel around her body, having kept the time of maximum exposure to its absolute minimum. She padded back through into the locker room on silent bare feet and sat on the bench once more.
“I’m finished, it’s all yours now. I won’t peek either.”
“How do you know we didn’t?”
“’Cos I was watching, silly! You kept your word, now scoot, I want to get dressed in peace.”
She heard the three laughing men take down their makeshift barrier and head into the showers. Karen listened intently until she was sure she could hear three voices talking inside the actual shower room before she stood up and quickly buffed her body dry and pulled on her pale pink underwear. For once she’d worn stockings to the office rather than tights so she pulled them back on rather than stay bare legged. Once at least minimally covered she unknotted the towel covering her hair and began to vigorously ruffle and dry her blonde hair.
Karen was head down, using her brush to untangle the last of the snarls at the end of her long hair, when she heard a noise. She looked up and gasped in shock. The three men had left the showers and now stood only a few feet from her with only a towel wrapped around their middles.
“What the…?”
“It’s like this, Karen.”
“What is?”
“We thought you rushed your shower, so we insist you take a proper one this time.”
Karen looked at Ben and noticed the amusement dancing in his eyes.
“So not funny guys. Now leave me to get dressed in peace.”
“How?”
Something in his voice made her glance at where she’d left her clothes. Comprehension set in as she noticed her skirt and blouse were missing. When she’d come out of the shower she hadn’t realized someone had hidden her outer clothes, leaving just the underwear she was now wearing.
Dave stepped closer and, before she could react, grabbed her two towels and tossed them into the corner behind them leaving her with nothing to cover herself with.
“Come on, Karen, haven’t you ever fantasized about showering with three guys?”
“No!”
The lack of truth in her response was betrayed by the way she blushed scarlet at the question. By now she’d remembered her underwear was flimsy and see-through and didn’t actually conceal a lot. Chris always said this set was her sexiest, it enhanced rather than covered.
Dave stepped forward again, Steve stepped past her, and both reached down and gently took hold of one hand, just as gently pulling her to her feet. The clatter of her hair brush hitting the floor made all four jump.
“Come on.”
Ben stepped backward and the other two slowly moved toward him, forcing Karen to turn and walk with them. She watched as Ben’s gaze dropped from her face, first to her chest where it lingered, and then down to the point between her legs. It was clear from the way he licked his lips he liked what he saw. Thankfully her natural hair color meant there was no dark shadow on her panties where the sparse, neatly trimmed blonde bush was hidden, although the outline of her shaved lips would be discernable.
“Stop this…”
The two men moved faster now, pulling her between them, round the corner and then into the shower block. Ben followed and she could feel his eyes burning into her ass as he watched it sway naturally. Some devil within Karen persuaded her to go along with the joke a little and she deliberately extended her feet in front of each other, dipping her hip on each step to increase the roll and put more into her walk.
“Nice ass, Karen.”
“Up yours! Now stop this.”
“Stop? Were only just getting started.”
Karen heard a rustle of cloth and glanced behind just as Ben completed the process of removing his towel. Her eyes widened as the rest of his sculpted body came into view. She gasped as her eyes locked on the semi-erect cock dangling between his legs. It was easily larger than Chris’ in a similar state.
“What? You think we’re going to get the towels wet? Don’t be silly.”
“This joke has gone far enough!”
She looked first to one side and then the other, only to realize the other two were using their free hands to remove their own towels. She was suddenly in the shower unit of the men’s locker room with three well muscled, totally naked, and partially aroused men.
“Oh my God!”
Ben stepped closer to us, stopping scant inches away from her heaving chest, as the realisation this might not actually be a joke settled into her mind.
“No joke, honey. I told you if you lost your service game I was going to take your panties off. You played along but we still lost the match. If I was going to have your panties for losing a game, what do you think the price would be for losing the match?”
Karen fought for breath, as visions of the three of them stripping her, and more, passed behind her eyes.
“No… Ben…?”
He smiled down at her, his extra inches forcing her head to tilt back and up to look him in the face. The other two had let go of her arms and they hung limply at her sides.
“I’m going to give you a choice, Karen. Shower with us in the nude or shower with us as you are.”
She frowned, her mind frantically processing the information but not actually understanding him.
“Last chance, Karen. Are you going to get naked to shower with us?”
“No.”
Karen realized her reply should have been shouted out. Instead she’d merely mumbled it, realizing the situation was having an effect on her body. Her nipples were digging into the thin pink lace of her bra. Her loins were beginning to feel hot and her breathing was shortening. The presence of three naked men was having an effect on her.
“No.”
Slightly louder this time as she turned her head to look to her left at Dave. Once glance was all it took to confirm his state of arousal was further advanced than Ben’s. In confusion she quickly turned her head to the other side, only to drop her gaze and find another turgid prick beginning to point toward her.
“No.”
The third time was softer again and she realized Ben was going to take that as a signal of surrender. The two on either side of her stepped closer, and she very quickly sensed it wasn’t just Ben she was going to have to worry about. Ben stepped closer too, until the three bodies were very close to hers. There was a gentle touch on the front of her thigh and she realized it was the top of his penis coming into contact with her bare skin above the stockings. Stockings! She was wearing sexy underwear and stockings in a shower unit with three naked men. Her mind started to reel.
She tried to move her hands but the men were there. A burning sensation touched one palm and then the other, both men pressing their cocks against her open hands. Instinctively, with a life of their own, her fingers curled around the intrusions and she heard the pair grunt their pleasure at her involuntary movement. Within her c
urled fingers she could feel the two erections begin to swell.
“No.”
Ben smiled at her and rubbed harder against her.
“Well, you’ll just have to shower as you are then.”
“Wha…?”
Without further prompting, the two men on either side grasped her arms at the elbows, forcing her to let go of their now erect dicks, and led her over toward the nearest shower head. Her eyes flew open as she realized their intention, especially when they pulled her arms out to the side as they stood clear of the path of the water. Karen’s eyes tracked as Ben stepped over to the controls and then grinned at her as he switched the water on.
The water, as always, was cold for the first few seconds. Ben, of course, had turned it on full force and the cold torrent hit her with an icy shock, drenching her in seconds. She writhed in the grip of the two men standing to either side of her, who both flinched as the cold spray from her body splashed over them. Karen was in shock as she screamed and vainly attempted to extricate herself from her plight.
Finally the water warmed up and her breathing slowed. Glancing down at her own body, she was even more shocked to see how she looked in the now soaked flimsy underwear, which had gone totally transparent, merely providing a pink halo around the sensitive and private parts of her body. Her nipples were sticking out hard and elongated into nubs from the shock of the cold water hitting them, although she sensed her own inner fires had not been quenched by the icy spray.
“I wish I had a camera, you look amazing like that, Karen.”
“I’ve got one in my bag.”
Dave’s comment brought a furious blush to Karen’s face once more but she said nothing as Ben jerked his head to tell Dave to fetch it. She stood still, trembling as the warm water coursed over her, making no attempt to escape now she was only being held by one arm. Seeing this, Steve let go and she meekly stood there, knowing full well in a few seconds they were going to be photographing her in a totally inappropriate and revealing state.
Out of the corner of her eye she saw Dave returning, his erect prick bobbing in front of him, obscenely but always pointing at her. She knew then that they had every intention of doing it, of fucking her, there and then. She raised her eyes to Ben as Dave handed her fiancé’s best friend the camera and smiled at him as he raised it to his face to peer through the viewfinder. The bright flash hurt her eyes for a moment but she counted another two or three before anyone moved.