Danny got out of the showers dripping wet. He grabbed a towel and wrapped it around his waist. As he returned to his locker to find fresh clothing, he looked up to find Lindsay in front of her locker in mid process of taking her shirt off.

"Whoa, Montana!" he said impressed. She smiled and continued to take off her shirt, revealing a lacy purple bra. "Nice." he whispered to himself.

"What'd you say?" she asked as she slipped her dress pants down her legs and off. Her panties matched her bra and Danny licked his lips.
"Nothin." he replied and he turned his back to her, facing his locker, trying desperately not to seek a glance at her gorgeous body. He rummaged through his locker until he felt a hand turning him around and pushing him up against the locker. Lindsay grabbed the dog tags around his neck and pulled him close to her. He could feel the heat radiating off her half naked body.
"If you've got something to say to me cowboy," she whispered, inches from his lips, "Then say it." Her breathing was strangely calm, while his began to shudder in ragged gasps.

"I was sayin' how fuckin' hot your body is." he replied. She smiled sweetly at him and released her grip. She leaned in closer, standing on tiptoe, pressing her upper body against his.

"Thank you." she whispered in his ear, and then turned away and back to her locker. Danny stared at her in absolute disbelief as she tried to conceal her smile. She grinned even wider as she felt a hard body pressed against her back and a hot breath in her ear.

"Your welcome." She heard him reply. She laughed wickedly and ground herself into his already hardening erection. He growled somewhere in the back of his throat and grabbed her hips, forcing her closer to him. She moaned and leaned her head back on his shoulder. This time it was Danny's turn to laugh. He moved his hands from her hips to the soft place in between her legs. She bucked her hips, begging for him to touch her. He slid his finger underneath the cotton of her panties and inserted a finger into her. She moaned and began to move against his hand. He inserted two more fingers, deliberately moving them slowly to drive her insane.

"Please." He heard her beg. He smiled against her neck and rewarded her by increasing the pace. He could tell she was getting closer and when he saw her hands glide up to tease her nipples, he knew it wouldn't be longer. Her moans were getting louder.

"I'm so close." He heard her whisper, and when she was right on the edge, he slipped his fingers out of her. She screamed and turned around to hit his chest. She hit him a few times before he grabbed her wrists and slammed her against the lockers.

"What the hell!" she began, but he captured her lips in a searing kiss, slipping his tongue into her mouth to massage her own. He let her wrists go and she reached down to grab the bulge between his legs. He slapped her hand away and then pushed her in the direction of the showers.

"Work it out the shower Monroe." He said. She watched with mouth open as he dressed and headed out of the locker room. She stood still for about 5 minutes, her body still yearning for his touch. Then she showered and thought of the best possible way to get him back.

"He is so going to get it." She thought.