Lesbian Locker Room Novels & Stories

In chaste bands, the matrons of Elysium honored their new queen with songs before the newlywed goddesses went to their secluded room. Through the open windows, the breeze from the five rivers carried the sound of hissing waves dashed against the thirsty black shore. Inside the chamber, a bronze brazier burned away with its brilliant flames. The flower-scented space was finely lit like a dream. Their marriage bed was neatly made for them with red petals of roses laid beautifully. With genial and kindly fashion, Hades induced her young wife to sit on a soft cushioned seat beside herself.

Emily might be on to another woman crush by next week, who knows? Jane brushed a strand of hair from Lucy's face, which never failed to make Lucy blushed. They smiled at each other again. "Sorry we're late!" Emily burst out into the room. Heather had a load of books in her arms. "What do you have with you?" Jane asked. "And please don't tell me it's one of the lesbian pulp fictions again." "But Odd Girl Out was so good!" Emily protested. Lately, the former president of Loser Club had been digging into the genre a bit too deep.

Which made everything louder. I faced the room. “Alright. We’re done here. Nobody should knock.” “Where are you…” “Nobody should knock,” I said again. I reached back, found her hand, and walked her toward the back bathroom. Single occupancy. Lock on the door, I pulled it shut behind us and the noise from the locker room dropped to a muffled roar through the wall. Wren stood against the opposite wall with her bag sliding off one shoulder and her hair slightly disrupted. She looked at me for a long moment.

She seems really impressed. "I think so too." Piper says with a small voice. I roll my eyes at her fake personally,indilgi in my self in something better than watch her fake ass. Exploring the room. That really sounds much better. There is a set of lockers at the right side of the room,to be exact ten,one for each of us and two other doors at the left side. The bathroom I guess. I familiarize my self with the room while waiting for the others to dress up.

My heart began to beat fast in my chest. “Are you okay?” Kennedy glanced at me suspiciously. “I just saw the craziest thing,” “I bet you that it wouldn’t surprise me,” “It will. I just saw Laken getting a blowjob in the bathroom. I don’t mean behind the toilet doors, in the freaking passage where the sinks,” Kennedy chuckled. “I’m not surprised. That’s pretty normal around here,” “But why do that in the women’s bathroom and make everyone else uncomfortable?” “Oh! I forgot to let u know. The men’s bathroom is actually the one with the pink door. A lot of the ladies argued that pink doesn't always have to be for women so it was changed to the men’s bathroom,”

But the emotions were more intense talking about females, strong enough that she climaxed on my cock while talking about some of her more intense incidents with her female partners. The trigger for this especially good memory was a time when Nancy and another woman were in a locker room, in an aisle that was empty, but as they were taking turns eating each other's pussy in a 69, with one laying on the bench and the other straddling above. Both girls were in a good "oh we are so bad" mood. Suddenly girls filled the locker room, changing clothes and chattering away, in the aisles on both sides of them, basketball players on one side and swimmers on the other. Nancy and her friend should have s

An odd collection of girls lined up the wall like a bunch of rejected mannequins in the warehouse. At the end of the training session, Margaret bopped over a big smile. Margaret is the main organizer at our club. She is in her late forties and a truly nice person -always smiling, even when people act like jerks. I don't get it. My theory is that Margaret is, in fact, an alien life form. Margaret counted the group of strays, checking names on her clipboard. "Yes! We've got almost enough for another team!" she gushed.

Her little girl could get a hold of it thinking it was a toy. “I have loads of customers who are parents. They lock their guns up or put them somewhere that a child can’t reach it.” Layla thought about it. Perhaps she could lock one of the pieces in her vanity dresser in the bedroom. One of the drawers had a lock on it. She licked her lips. “Or you can keep them here. We have lockers for people who are members. The locker room has cameras, and the locks we give out are very secure. Someone will need a blow torch to get through our locks,” Lou said.

“Because people are standing around naked!” Lucas looked at him with mild confusion, entirely unbothered. Tobe laughed harder. “Relax. This is the boys’ locker room. Girls are not allowed in here.” “That is not the point.” “What is the point then?” “The point is… warning people!” Lucas finally spoke while pulling on fresh clothes. “It is a locker room.” Jordy turned slowly. “You are both strange.” Tobe patted his shoulder sympathetically. “You will adapt.”

"We have appointments. They are under the name Hillen." The woman's smile became broader. "Yes. We have quite the round of treatments for the three of you. Carissa here will show you to the locker room." Another woman that Amelia hadn't noticed stood and handed each one of them a key card. "Follow me please." The woman took them to a locker room and showed them how the key cards worked. "The lockers are here. Inside are robes. You strip down to where you are comfortable. You can keep your underwear on if you want, but it may get oils on it."