There was no reply. Jen sighed again. Her daughter must've already left and locked the door on her way out. She looked over at the men's locker room and contemplated. Technically, students were not allowed in the locker room after school hours, even on game nights. Parents were to take their kids back home to clean up, and outdated rule from back when curfews existed.
Jen tried turning the doorknob the men's locker room and she smiled as it turned. She pushed the door open slightly and peeked her head in.
"Hello?" She called out.
She was only met with silence. Jen stepped in, closed the door and made sure to lock it. She wandered through the lockers and towards the showers. She looked through each empty row. If someone spotted her, she could easily claim she was checking for students.
"Is anyone here?!" She yelled out.
There was still nothing but silence. Jen sighed and pulled off her red shirt. It clung to her as she pulled it over her head. She tossed it on a bench, making sure to keep it unfolded. She unclasped her bra and set it to the side, it was also soaking with the beverage.
She shook her head and placed her bra aside, and finally pulled down her sweatpants and thong. She carefully placed them to the side, making sure not to cover her wet shirt. Jen walked into the showers and turned on the hot water.
Unbeknownst to her, Coach Black was on his way to the locker room. He had the same idea of cleaning himself off before heading home. Once he reached the locker room, he found it strange that it was locked. He had not locked it before the game and he could clearly hear the faint sound of running water on the other side.
"What the fuck... damn kids be killin' me in this school. Trying to get my ass in trouble. I'm gonna make sure these damn white boys fuckin' get scared shitless this time," Coach Black grunted to himself as he pulled out his keys.
Coach Black had gotten in trouble in the past for leaving the men's locker room open. Some of the white kids on the swim team had a habit of taking showers after school, leaving Coach Black in a difficult situation. He understood why they wanted to clean themselves off after swim practice, but they had their own showers that they were allowed to use. It wasn't his fault that those other showers didn't have hot water most of the time.
He quietly opened the door and locked it behind him. He planned on teaching these kids a lesson. One thing he was not going to get this year, was another warning and a stern talking to from the principal. Coach Black quietly made his way towards the showers and then paused.
"What the fuck..." He whispered to himself.
It was an unexpected sight for Coach Black. There was a bra, a familiar red shirt and sweatpants he had just seen. Coach Black grabbed his chin and squinted, trying to recall when he last saw the outfit. He noticed a bit of blue on the pink bra and his eyes lit up. He immediately realized who was taking the shower.
Jen washed her face and turned around, letting the warm water wash down her hair and her back. She rubbed her breasts and her sides, cleaning off the sticky beverage. Her hands made their way down between her legs, lightly rubbing against her crotch.
It had been a couple of months since she and Frank had been intimate. She was busy with the varsity volleyball team while he was constantly late from work. Today was one of the few days they were able to see each other so early into the night. Her fingers lightly caressed her wet lower lips as she began to think about what she'd want to do to him.
After this long of a hiatus, she planned on fucking the day lights out of him. She rubbed her clit slightly as she thought about riding him. Her nipples grew hard and sensitive, the warm water rushing past them.
"Coach Winters," a deep voice bellowed.
Jen's eyes widened in shock and she turned her head to see Coach Black. She panicked and her heart raced as she realized he was getting a clear view of her naked body. She covered her breasts with one arm and her crotch with the other.
"What the hell are you doing here?!" She asked in a mix of anger and surprise.
"This is the men's shower. I'm here to wash that damn Gatorade off me," Coach Black replied with a grin.
It took a couple of minutes for Jen's brain to realize that she wasn't the only one naked. Coach Black was at the entrance of the shower with only a small towel wrapped around his waist. As he replied, he pulled off his towel and tossed it to the side casually.
Jen's eyes widened and narrowed in on one area. There was a huge, black dangling object swinging back and forth between Coach Black's legs. Her mind took a few moments to process the sight in front of her. To someone like her, who had only seen her husband's penis, the giant swinging object seemed fake.