Chapter 1 - It's a grower
“G'night Tiny” shouted my mate as I strode naked towards the shower stall, tossing my towel over an adjacent bench.
A snigger could be heard from the further down the changing room and looking up I saw a cleaner, turning their back to me as they pushed a mop back and forth. The body shape and the high pony-tail suggested it was a woman.
“What are you laughing at?” I called out pugnaciously.
“Tiny!” was the reply.
I'm six foot four and built like a brick shithouse, my friends call me Tiny in sarcasm. I looked downwards at the couple of inches of bunched up foreskin that sat on top of my balls. It had been cold out on the pitch, and it was not much warmer in the changing room, so I was looking forward to a hot shower. Especially as I'd stayed behind to take the nets down and put everything away and was consequentially, the last one there.
“You got something to say?” I wasn't in a very good mood, we had lost, after all.
The cleaner propped her mop and against a wall and turned around, revealing herself to be a youngish woman, late twenties perhaps, slim and tall, with dark-honey blond hair scraped back from her narrow face. Her dark blue, shapeless tunic and broad slacks camouflaged most of her figure, but there were hints of sizeable breasts as she walked towards me, smiling a toothy grin.
“I can see why they call you Tiny,” she replied, staring pointedly at my groin.
I took my cock in hand and stroked it a couple of times, and it woke up, doubling in size, but still looking pretty small.
“It's bloody cold out there,” I replied turning on the hot water and stepping backwards into the stream. I stroked my cock again, and it continued to expand.
“Sorry, that was rude of me, you're not so bad after all.”
“He just needs some attention. I'm sure you could wake him up if you wanted.” It was a challenge, and she knew it, staring straight into my dark brown eyes with her piercingly grey ones.
“Cheeky bastard,” she said, but kept walking toward me, stopping in the doorway to peel off her rubber gloves. I closed the distance between us, and she stretched out her hand, palm upwards, lifting my cock from below and then curling her fingers around it. Gently she stroked it back and forth, watching as it filled out, expanding to its full eight inches and widening until her slim fingers wouldn't close around it. “Fucking hell, that's a grower!” she exclaimed, letting go and stepping back to unbutton her tunic.
This revealed a pretty, white, lace-trimmed bra which was nicely filled with well-rounded breasts. Quickly she kicked off her sandals and pushed down her slacks and a tiny pair of white panties. Naked, except for the bra, she stood upright, reaching behind to unhook the bra. I looked at her smooth shaven pussy and felt my cock twitch, firm, hard and now pointing skywards.
“I'm not normally a slag,” she laughed, “but for you, I'll make an exception.” The bra joined the rest of her clothes on the floor, and she stepped into the shower stall, closing the door behind her. As the cubical filled with steam, she dropped to a crouch and her hands cradled my cock, stroking it appreciatively and then tightening their grasp until my foreskin retracted, and my dome bulged out in front of her. “Oh wow!” she mouthed, rubbing a wet palm back and forth over it. “It might be too big to get in.” She leant forward her mouth open, paused and then pushed my cock into her mouth, her lips pressed to it. I felt just the lightest touch of her teeth as the rim pushed past, and then she was sucking, her head bobbing back and forth.
