Standing under the shower, Simon lowered his head and let the hot water cascade down his aching back. He knew football was a good way to stay fit and all that jazz, but sometimes he hated the competitiveness of it, and tonight was one of those nights.
Everyone had been tackling hard and pushing and shoving on the field. He had done his best to stay out of it but he had eventually been caught with a full elbow in the ribs. He knew he was going to be bruised and tender for days, not that it mattered as his love life was DOA right now. Damn women and damn Sarah.
Nodding his farewell as the last member of his team left the showers of the little sports hall, he stayed in there, letting the hot water bring out the swelling and pain. Maybe it was time to find a more peaceful sport. Something a bit more solitary if he wanted to keep his ribs as they were.
"Oh!"
Looking up in surprise, his eyes widened at the site of a woman stood in the doorway of the shower room.
"I didn't know there was anyone left," she stammered as she averted her gaze.
"Only me," Simon answered as he stepped back and grabbed his towel. Wrapping it quickly about his waist, he turned and studied her quickly. "Haven't I seen you around?"
"I'm the token caretaker," she muttered as she backed away. "I'll come back when you're done."
Looking quickly at her averted face, Simon caught his breath at the thought he had. "I thought I had seen you in the sports hall," he said quickly as he walked towards her. Brushing past, he lingered for a second to catch her scent, and it was as sweet as he expected.
Inhaling sharply, her eyes closed for a second as she clasped her hands tightly into fists. "I practice my tennis against the wall," she muttered shyly. "I'd better go."
"I'd rather you stayed," Simon said quickly, his eyes widening at the unprovoked response.
"Oh." She looked at him then, her face shading redder as her eyes roamed shyly over his wet naked torso. "Erm."
"Sorry, I shouldn't have said that," he apologised, his own face reddening. "It was wrong of me."
"No, not at all," she said quickly, her eyes lowering to the tiled floor. "Its just, well, no-one has ever really, erm...."
"Oh, I see," Simon said as he watched her closely. "If you want to leave...."
"Well," she said as she cast a glance around the changing room.
"I understand," he said with a soft sigh. His cock was hard underneath the towel and he was struggling to hide it. Ah well, a little self manipulation had yet to make him go blind.
"I don't think you do," she said quickly. "Can you give me five minutes?"
"What?"
"Just wait right there," she said, and left quickly.
Staring after her, Simon sighed and sat on the bench. Looking down at the towel where it stood proud of his crotch, he shook his head and started to recite multiplication tables to himself to soften the effects of a sweet smelling young thing. When that failed he got up, turned the showers to cool and tossed the towel aside and walked in.
Standing on the edge of the cold spray, he considered the effect it was about to have on him and sighed again.
"Good grief."
Looking over his shoulder, he stared at the woman as she looked down at his swollen cock. "What?" he asked suspiciously.
"How the hell will that fit in me?" she asked in wonder as her wide eyes looked up into his.
