Jon surrendered to the heaven of girl flesh. Girls rubbed their bodies against him, and he rubbed them back. They had to stay together for warmth, after all. They helped clean him, and he helped clean them. It was ecstasy and over far too soon.
The showers stopped, and Jon and the girls dried off. As much as he missed the physical contact, he was glad to have escaped the icy water and could take comfort in the towel patting it off. He spent more time drying than the girls both because he was especially grateful for the towel and because, once the girls went to the other side of the barrier to change clothes, he could spend some quality time with Rachel's nude form.
It wasn't the same as before gym class or even just before the shower. Now, Rachel's flesh was rendered taut and her nipples perky by the cold water. It was a whole different category of nude woman, and Jon enjoyed running his hands over her body, cupping those boobs with the perky nipples, and feeling every moment of it. He had to be careful with the girls so closely by, but he bit his lip to keep from making a sound and kept an eye on the entrances to be able to stop as soon as he saw a sign of someone approaching.
Finally, he knew he had to get going. He wrapped the towel around his waist before remembering he had boobs and wrapped it around his chest instead. The latter actually was more secure because his boobs propped up the towel. Nifty.
He stepped around the barrier to, once again, find himself surrounded by changing girls. He expected the experience to be less interesting now that he saw everyone nude, but that was actually not the case. The teasing glimpses and moving bodies was a sexy experience in its own right, distinct from seeing them nude. He took a stroll across the locker room, eying the girls and feeling the area between his legs become moist once more.
After he made a couple passes, he realized that he should look for his clothes. Now, where had he put them? He didn't have access to Rachel's locker, so he had to have just dropped them on the floor somewhere. The floor was currently strewn with discarded towels, so they were probably lying underneath the towels somewhere.
Come to think of it, that was a great excuse for ogling. Just looking for my clothes, ma'am.
He made a few more passes with his eyes turned down, ostensibly at the floor but mostly at the legs of the changing girls. He bent down to peer around towels and up skirts to catch glimpses of panties. He would not have guessed that Cassie would wear bright yellow panties under her blue skirt. That was so cute.
As all the girls filtered out, he stopped fake-looking and specifically looked for his clothes. He picked up the towels and piled them in the corner, but his clothes did not become visible. Shit, someone must have cleaned the room and taken the clothes while gym class was in session.
All Jon had available was the sweaty gym clothes, which sucked, but he would wear them if that was all that was left. However, when he returned to the showers, that pile of clothes was also mysteriously absent.
"Where's my clothes?" he said aloud.
He went back and forth between the rooms, looking carefully, but couldn't find any sign of them.
"Where's my clothes?!"
There was a snort of laughter behind him. He spun around.
