With this she walked into to changing rooms.Clara snuck in, her heart pounding. She’d never been in the guys locker room, it seemed alien to her but...familiar. She crept passed the lines of lockers, the smell of testosterone in the air adding to her hornyness. She could hear the sound of showers at the end of the hall. With this Clara walked faster, aware that her tiny sneakers were slapping on the tiled floor. More aware that her tight pussy was getting wetter with each step.She peeked round. I couldn't think of anything else for the entire day. He went home that evening, and I had honestly thought that my window of opportunity was now closed... and that Steve wouldn't ever get into "that" kind of mood again. While taking Brian home, he asked me if I would ask Steve for him, if he could stay with us for a few days. Seems that his landlord wanted him out and he didn't have anywhere else to go at the time.A friend of ours ended up picking him up the next day, with all of his stuff,. One day, I walked out to my car at the parking lot, I was dressed real slutty by all meaning of the word, being a hot woman with a curvy body, I had a super short, super tight, light material black dress, barely reaching the bottom line of my ass, showing more than two thirds of my thighs, it was low cut on the top as well, showing my cleavage and most upper parts of my bigger than average sized tits.I had a pair of knee high black stockings, I was either brave enough or slutty enough to wear. This time I noticed that she is losing her control as it raises her so wild. I could feel the heat and little moan in her lips and the hot air she gives out when touched. She then stood near me for around 15 mins enjoying the way I was playing it through her hips just revolving in it. I enjoyed along with her. As there was a student opposite to me she gave regular intervals like saying its wrong and came back again for the touch. After 15 mins I could see that she had freshened up of the.