You sprint over to the half open back pack and jump inside, landing in between two binders. You situate yourself so you still have a good view of the locker room. The voices get louder as the girl get closer and closer. You start to get giddy with excitement imagining all the perfect naked bodies you are about to see. Isabel and Jackie walk over to their lockers finishing up a conversation.
"...and that's why you should get THOSE insoles. They'll make your feet sweat a lot less...and trust me you need it," Isabel explained to Jackie.
"What you trying to say?" Jackie asked, looking slightly hurt.
"Oh no...I didn't mean to offend..." Isabel started to apologize.
"Ha! Girl I'm just kidding, I know my dawgs stink! Mainly because I never wear socks...like right now!" Jackie shouted as she peeled off her basketball shoes.
A horrid cheesy stench filled the air as Jackie let her sweaty feet breathe. Everyone groaned as she cackled loudly.
"MANNNNNNNN! THAT'S HOW YOU KNOW IT WAS A GOOD DAY! I HAVE ACTUAL FUCKING PUDDLES IN MY SHOES!" she yelled.
She flipped her shoe upside down and sure enough, droplets of sweat rained out onto the floor...much to everyone disgust. You are in pure agony, surrounded by the disgusting odor of Jackie's horrid feet and you almost begin to regret your decision...almost. As soon as you see Isabel and Jackie starting to undress, those thoughts of regret turn to thoughts of fantasy. Isabel pulls off her shirt and begins to unclasp her bra and you bite your lip in anticipation. The bra comes off and your jaw drops to the floor as you stare at her perky, heavenly, sweaty breasts. Your cock immediately goes full mast and you grope it and stroke immensely. You moan as you imagine her finding you and letting you have them. You are so lost in a trance that you don't realize that she is taking off her sweaty socks. She peels them off with a grunt and tosses them into her backpack with you. One lands near you and the other lands directly on top of you. You gag as your rained on by her disgusting sweat and stink. Your eyes are stinging from her burning sweat and you wipe them...to no avail...you are completely drenched in nasty foot sweat. When your eyes adjust you see Isabel reaching for her backpack. You realize you need to do something to stay out of sight and decide to...
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