Lesbian Locker Room Novels & Stories

There was more than enough room for everything, and although she didn't say it then, Lana felt she would upgrade the membership. "So, is there anything else I can show you? Any questions?" Violet asked, after she had shown Lana everything there was to see. "Well, which of these areas is for women only?" she asked, unsure of the rules. Danny had made sure her old gym had a gender-based separation so she wouldn't be seen by men as she bent over or stretched into positions that could be seen as provocative. "We have separate locker rooms, but all the workout areas are co-ed. Is that a problem for you? We have very low tolerance for any type of sexual harassment if that's what you're worried abo

Once the girls and I are done, the soldiers will be able to use our room, too. The locker room is as big and as nicely appointed as the rest of the place. We move past a wall of metal lockers, most of them empty, but some with combination locks still holding them shut. I wonder what kind of goodies the owners might have left inside, but I’m not tempted to stop and try to find out. The lure of a hot shower is pulling all of us all deeper into the room.

Phoenix giggles and waves at some people who are watching us and whispering to each other before they wave back to her. “We open our bottom floor up to everyone, letting teens and couples stay in the rooms. We want to give everyone their own safe space until they get their feet under them. To the right of the stairs is the women’s locker room with full bathroom amenities including showers and tubs to soak in, and to the left is the men’s locker room. Behind the stairs is a large gym that has weights, cardio machines, and an open studio to train and burn off energy during bad weather,” Ares explains, as I look around to each part of the house he mentions.

' she asked in her mind. Not getting any satisfying response from her, Isha turned around and walked away, "We need to hurry before we're left with leftovers to devour. " Elora jogged to meet up with her, and she took her to the bathing arena, a dull, wide bathing ground with no room or privacy or roof. She saw a few taking their bath, some swaying their butt while they splashed each other water, and some shifting to wolves and getting their furs wet. " This is where you'll be having your bath," Isha said, " and here is your locker to keep your personal stuff," she said, pointing at a locker in the midst of other lockers.

Enough of them that it was what everybody expected. We finally reached a locker room. Derek led the way inside. One guard came in and checked every nook and cranny for stalkers, then went back out to join his partner guarding the door. I looked around. It was the locker room for the LA Lakers – their purple and yellow colors were everywhere, and I saw some famous last names on the tiny placards adorning the burnished wood lockers. There was a pleasant, minty tang to the air, like sports liniment.

His eyes scanned me from head to toe, like he was deep in thought. “Follow me, please,” said the woman. She adjusted her glasses and dusted off her long white skirt before leading the way. Rosana handed me a black jumpsuit and showed me where I could change. The women’s locker room was about the size of my bedroom. There were around sixteen individual lockers, and she gave me the combination for one of them—it would be mine. I put my things inside and followed her to the training area. It looked like the class had already started. More than a hundred young people were running laps around the field.

It was home. Walking through the double doors made of two inch thick mahogany wood, I inhaled the familiar scent of flesh, sweat, arousal, and cedar and clove. Not quite ambrosia, but pretty darn close to it. With the undertones of disinfectant that was a necessity in a public sex club, I thought of Smoke & Bone like it was my personal sanctuary. Nodding to the other players in the lobby I recognized, I made my way into the locker room. We weren't allowed to come or leave in our scene gear. Mine was packed away in the locker I paid for with my membership.

She chuckles “I’m getting too old to deal with stairs dear. And with all the dancers parading around, I figured this was safer—for you, at least. Wouldn’t want anyone harassing you along the way” I don’t say anything after that. The elevator chirps again and suddenly, it slides open, revealing a dim locker room. “This is where the changing happens” She leads me past a row of naked girls changing by the lockers Some chatting and others— I hold my breath as we pass two girls spread on the floor, pressed together in a hot frenzy of kissing, squeezing each other’s breasts and moaning loudly as the other dips her finger into her pussy, strumming deeply. My cheeks redden and I look around, noticin

Buying a most successful company of new York definitely made me popular here more than I was in Australia. When I quietly made my way inside I caught few men changing in the room and obviously I had to clench my jaw from breaking their faces if I found that they have been keeping stealing any glances at my wife. There is bench in between and lockers each side of it with good enough space for four people to walk together. The right side is for men and left for women. They also have separate washrooms in their sides which was easy for the racers to change with privacy and shower if needed.

AUTHOR’S POV. Stepping off the ice, the Westmore locker room was an absolute war zone of pure testosterone, flying athletic gear, and deafening noise. The heavy bass of a trap beat blasted from the corner speakers, vibrating up through the rubber floor mats and rattling the metal benches.