A couple of years ago I worked in a building that was associated with a fitness centre and also had male/female locker/shower rooms for lunchtime joggers and those who biked to work.
I was a biker and used the male showers quite regularly and was amazed with the mess that most guys left behind in the lockers; towels, old shirts, running shoes and underwear. Seeing the underwear got my mind wondering if the ladies locker room was in the same state.
It took some courage late one night when no one was around to venture into the ladies locker room. Like the men’s, there were towels and clothes, but the only panties I found were a few clean cotton pairs in a plastic bag; nice but not what I wanted.
A couple of weeks later I tried again. I checked every open locker, then bingo; a black cotton and lace bikini in the bottom of the locker with that girly cream colored skid mark. My hands were trembling as i picked it up and examined it closer. Then I went for my prize and put it to my nose. The aroma was wonderful; musky girl sweat mixed with pee and vaginal secretions, the best.Â
At this point I was getting hard and wanted to jack off with my new prize. I knew of the risk, but it was late at night and the only people around were cleaners on the top level of the building. Then, as I thought about the cute girls in the building undressing in this locker room, i took my hard cock out and while watching myself in the full length mirror inhaled the scent of the dirty panties and stroked. I didn’t last long and had to hold my foreskin tight over my pulsiing head to catch my squirting load; not wanting to make a mess on the floor and potentially alerting others that someone had masturbated there.
I quickly cleaned up and put the panties back.
That summer I would visit the lockerroom at least once every couple of weeks; more stories to come.
I put a pic that I took there one time in the photos section of this site. I will post details of the panties I found in that particular locker later.
Ray
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