Fucked in the Locker Room After Practice

After a sweaty soccer practice, I followed my girlfriend, Sophie, to the women’s locker room, hoping to steal a private moment and spice things up a bit. Her petite body and playful teasing had been driving me wild all day.

Sophie and I had been dating for six months, and our chemistry was electric both on and off the university co-ed soccer team. She was a firecracker—petite, barely five feet, with a tight, athletic body, short auburn hair, and hazel eyes that promised trouble. Practice had ended late, and the campus field was deserted under the floodlights. Most of the team had cleared out, but Sophie lingered, tossing me a coy glance as she headed to the women’s locker room. “Meet me in ten,” she’d whispered, her fingers brushing my arm.

I waited, heart pounding, then slipped into the locker room, the air warm and thick with the scent of shampoo and sweat. The place was empty, save for Sophie, who stood by the lockers in a sports bra and shorts, her petite frame glowing under the fluorescent lights. “Took you long enough, Ethan,” she teased, twirling a lock of hair.

“Couldn’t resist you,” I said, stepping closer. “Thought we could… have some fun.”

She smirked, closing the distance. “Fun, huh? You sure you can handle me after all those sprints?”

I grinned, my hands finding her waist. “Try me.”

Her lips crashed into mine, a hungry kiss that tasted of salt and desire. She was so small I could lift her easily, but I held back, savoring the moment. “Lock the door,” she murmured against my mouth.

I did, the click echoing in the quiet room. When I turned back, she was peeling off her sports bra, revealing small, perfect breasts with hard nipples.

“Fuck, Sophie, you’re killing me,” I said, my shorts tightening as I crossed to her. I pulled off my jersey, and her hands roamed my chest, nails grazing my skin.

“You’ve been staring at me all practice,” she said, her fingers teasing the waistband of my shorts. “Thought I didn’t notice?”

I chuckled, lifting her chin for another kiss. “You’re impossible to ignore.”

She pushed me toward the lockers, her petite body surprisingly forceful. “I’ve been thinking about this all day,” she admitted, her hands sliding down to palm my growing bulge. “You, me, right here.”

My breath hitched as she tugged my shorts down, my cock springing free. Her eyes widened, a wicked grin spreading. “God, Ethan, you’re so hard already.”

“For you? Always,” I said, pulling her close. I slid her shorts and panties down, revealing her smooth, shaved pussy. She was wet, her thighs glistening, and I groaned, my fingers brushing her clit. She gasped, gripping my shoulders.

“Against the wall,” she whispered, her voice urgent. “I want you to fuck me against the wall.”

I lifted her easily, her petite frame light in my arms, and pinned her against the cold metal lockers. Her legs wrapped around my waist, her heat pressing against my cock. “That’s what you want?” I asked, teasing her entrance with the tip.

“Don’t make me beg,” she panted, her nails digging into my back. “Fuck me now.”

I thrust into her, her tight pussy gripping me like a vice. She moaned, loud and unfiltered, her head falling back against the lockers. “Yes, just like that,” she gasped, her body rocking with each thrust.

I held her ass, squeezing as I fucked her harder, the lockers rattling. Her small breasts bounced, and I leaned in, sucking a nipple into my mouth. She whimpered, her fingers tangling in my hair. “Harder,” she demanded. “Fuck me like you mean it.”

“You feel so fucking good,” I growled, slamming into her. Her pussy was so tight, so wet, it drove me wild. The thrill of being caught, the forbidden edge of fucking in the locker room, made every thrust electric.

“God, your cock’s so big,” she moaned, her voice echoing. “Keep going, don’t stop.”

I shifted, angling deeper, and she cried out, her legs tightening around me. “Right there,” she gasped. “You’re gonna make me cum.”

I reached between us, rubbing her clit with my thumb, and her moans turned to screams. “Ethan, fuck, I’m—” Her words cut off as her orgasm hit, her pussy clenching around me, her sweet body shuddering against the wall. The sight of her flushed, trembling, pinned by my cock—pushed me over the edge. I groaned, cumming hard inside her, my thrusts slowing as we both caught our breath.

She stayed wrapped around me, her forehead against mine, panting. “That was… insane,” she whispered, kissing me softly.

“Worth the risk?” I asked, grinning as I set her down.

She smirked, adjusting her shorts. “Hell yeah. But next time, you’re bending me over the bench.”

I laughed, pulling her close. “Deal. Now let’s get out before someone catches us.”

We slipped out, her hand in mine, the locker room silent except for our racing hearts. That night, Sophie and I unlocked a new kink, and I knew practice would never feel the same again.