The heat in my body was building as I touched myself. My fantasies were running wild, conjuring up images and scenarios that built and built in my mind. I wasn’t alone I was with one of them, then two and then all three. I was pinned between all three muscular men as they touched me, as they made my body sing with delight.

I was so close, just inches away from crashing over and climaxing right here in the locker room. Just a bit further…

Then the sound crashed through the room, the unmistakable sound of the locker room door opening signaling that I was no longer alone. With immense effort I withdrew my hands and turned to start rummaging through my bag.

I had my back to the rest of the locker room, looking for all the world like I was alone in my own little world about to start getting ready to change. When I heard the voices behind me I realized my mistake in an instant.

You see I’d been in such a rush this morning that I did what I almost never did, I dressed in my gym clothes at home and jogged over here with my regular clothes in a bag. I didn’t drop off my bag in the locker room first, I just kept it off to one side while I worked out.

And after the workout I had been in such a state between the early morning and those three guys occupying my mind… I can’t believe I did it but I absolutely did.

The voices were unmistakably masculine. I had walked into the men’s locker room instead.

I was mortified, rooted to the spot bent over my bag. I was frozen, trying to figure out what to do.

They hadn’t gotten far into the locker room but I had literally seconds before they would round the corner and see me. There was nowhere to hide and nothing to do.