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I'd been officiating hockey for almost ten years. I thought I'd seen everything. And boy, was I wrong.
One night, heading into the ice rink to officiate my games, I found there was construction going on at the rink. The floors on one side of the rink were all torn up. The other side had some things going on. Some walls had been taken down. There were construction signs all over the place. Some of the skate mats were moved and it was difficult getting around. I headed down the walkway through one rink and headed into the second rink. Asking the staff member where the games were, he said one sheet wasn't being used at night and the games were on the other side.
I headed through the doors and saw there was a practice going on. I went into the officials' room with my bag and closed the door. The place was a mess. The first thing I noticed was there was no partner in the room. This was not normal. The second thing I noticed was there were several hockey bags in the room. This was also not normal. None of the players were allowed to use the officials' room. They had their own changing rooms. I just shrugged it off, got around, got my stuff out as I normally did, and over the period of a half hour, got dressed. I headed out onto the ice as normal. My partner never showed up.
I completed the first game alone without a problem. It was easy money. Rather than heading into the officials' room between games like I normally did, I stayed in the box area. I didn't want to deal with the construction bullshit and mess. The ice cleaner was done, the game got going, and we headed into it. An hour later, the game being finished, the nets put away, and the doors closed off, I skated off the ice and through the doors. I headed into the officials' room.
And goddamn did I get a hell of a shock I was not expecting.
Sitting on the bench in the officials' room was a young hockey player wearing skates, socks, shin pads and a bra.
I stopped and just stared. And then reality hit me.
"Oh shit. I'm sorry. I didn't know anyone was in here. We just finished our games on the ice. I thought I was in here alone," said.
She giggled.
"You didn't see the sign?" She said.
I was confused. And could not stop staring at her.
"What sign?" I finally said.
She giggled again.
"There was a bright yellow sign that said no male officials in this room. Females only. There was another sign that was bright orange that said, females only. Male officials use the other locker room," she said.
I just laughed.
"Jesus. Guess it's not my day. I'm really really sorry. I didn't mean to intrude. Just let me get my stuff and I'll get out of here," I said.
She stood up. I wasn't expecting that.
"You don't have to," she finally said.
I looked at her.
"Excuse me?" I finally said.
She stood there looking up at me.
"Nobody knows that I'm in here. Don't worry about it," she said.
"What?" I finally said.
She looked up at me. And she smiled.
My fucking stomach dropped. My heart started beating about 300 miles an hour.
And she spoke again.
"I saw you didn't have a partner on the ice," she said.
"Well yeah," I said.
"So don't worry about it. Nobody knows I'm here. My teammates are done on the other rink. They finished up and left. I came over here with my stuff to get dressed before our games because the locker room was full. Nobody else knows I'm in here," she said.
"Yeah, well I can't be in here. Considering that you're a hockey player. And I'm a ref. And I know what could happen if someone found out I was even in here talking to you," I said.
"Well, I'm not gonna tell anyone," she said.
I just stood there like a fucking dumbass. I knew this was so goddamn wrong. But Jesus. She was standing there next to me. About 5 foot 3. I didn't know her weight or anything else because she was wearing her hockey equipment. But looking at her bra, I'd have estimated that maybe a 32 C chest. Really nice looking on a girl her size.
She reached around and unwound her ponytail. Her hair fell around her shoulders.
Jesus. This was so fucking bad.
But I couldn't leave.
"So um, what's your name?" I finally asked.
"Amanda," she said.
"What's your name?" she said.
"Joey," I said.
"Well uh, hi Joey. It's nice to meet you," Amanda said.
And without another word, she untied her hockey pants. She pulled the tie off and then she unsnapped the belt. As she unsnapped the belt, her hockey pants loosened.
"Whoah, wait. Let me get my stuff and get out of here," I finally said.
"Well, that's okay. I'm gonna just get out of this sweaty stuff," Amanda said.
As I leaned over to grab my stuff, I realized my pants were on the bench, my shoes were on the floor, and my hockey bag was laying there with stuff all over. I was putting it together when I happened to glance over.
Amanda had untied her hockey pants, unsnapped her belt and they'd slid halfway down her legs.
She sat on the bench and leaned over to untie her skates. I stood there gathering my stuff as she leaned over to untie her skates. I couldn't help but looking at her boobs. I saw cleavage. Her boobs were hanging down in her bra. And then I looked down casually. She was wearing peach colored panties. I couldn't fucking stop looking.
Amanda looked at me and giggled.
"I thought you were leaving," she said.
"Jesus. I'm sorry. I feel like a fucking creep," I finally said.
She giggled again.
"I'm not worried. I'm sure you've seen it before," she said.
"Well yeah, but Christ, not that looks like you," I said.
And I felt like a total fucking creep.
She looked at me.
"Is that a good thing?" she said.
"Well yes. It's definitely a good thing," I finally said.
She smiled.
Amanda untied the first skate. She pulled it off. She then untied the second skate and pulled it off. She stood up.
And her hockey pants dropped down to her ankles.
I could just stand there like a fucking dumbass and stare.
She had her socks still on and a girdle that went around her waist to hold her socks up. Without a word, she unsnapped the girdle and she unhooked the snaps. The girdle pulled away and her socks fell down.
She stood there in her shin pads and stepped out of her socks. I couldn't help but stare at her.
"Jesus. Are you always this open?" I finally said.
She giggled.
"Well, yes. I mean, it's not like you've done anything to make me be afraid or freaked out or something. So what's the big deal?" Amanda finally said.
"So how old are you?" I finally asked.
"I'll be seventeen in July," Amanda said.
I was about fucking shit myself.
There was no possible way a girl almost seventeen looked this goddamn good. But I didn't have a reason to not believe her.
I casually glanced up and down her legs. She had really nice firm thighs. She had really nice hips. She was wearing a white bra and peach colored panties. And as a casual glance, I could see a small patch down between her legs.
It was not what I'd ever imagined as a hockey ref.
Amanda looked at me.
"You can make sure the door is closed," she said.
I looked at her in confusion.
"What?" I finally said.
"Come on. Nobody is gonna know," Amanda said.
I felt like a fucking dumbass. I had no idea what she was talking about.
"You can get undressed too," she finally said. Her face was red. She was blushing.
"Wait. What?" I finally said.
"Nobody is going to know. They probably figure you're in the shower. I've seen the other refs do what they do. They get around, get their stuff and go out the back door behind the ref room. The staff guys come in a half hour or so later and check to make sure the rooms are empty. Nobody is gonna come in," she finally said.
I pulled my shirt off.
I had another shirt on under. I pulled that off too. I was still wearing a t-shirt.
I undid my suspenders, unsnapped my pants and pulled them down. I didn't look at her. I didn't say anything.
I leaned over, sitting down, and the first skate came off. The second skate came off. And then I stepped out of my pants.
I was wearing a cup and suspenders under it. Amanda just sat there on the bench staring. She said nothing.
I took off the cup and my suspenders. I was sitting there in a t-shirt and boxer shorts.
She stood up off the bench. Wearing nothing but panties and a bra.
And she walked over to me.
I stood there. I felt it.
My dick was getting hard. I couldn't control it.
I felt like a fucking creep. I'd never done shit like this. I knew the repercussions. I knew the potential consequences.
She was a teenage hockey player. I was a ref. I was expected to have higher morals and a higher level of integrity.
But I was staring at this young high school girl wearing a white bra, peach colored panties, soft looking hips, firm thighs, and weighing no more than about 120 pounds. God. This was just wrong.
But I wanted so much more than I knew I should have.
Amanda stared up into my eyes.
She walked up towards me.
And she leaned up looking at me.
"Are you okay?" she finally said.
And without a word, I leaned down, put my hand around her head, pulled her to me, and I pressed my lips to hers.
I pressed my lips against her soft little lips. She pushed harder. I started kissing her. It was soft at first, then she pushed again. And gently I pried her lips open with my tongue. I slid my tongue deeper into her mouth. She gasped. Pushed hard, and I felt her tongue press against mine.
She slid her hands down around my boxer shorts. I felt her small hands on my ass. She pulled me against her. I pressed. She gasped. And I looked down at her.
"Don't stop," Amanda said.
I didn't know what the fuck to do. I didn't know what the fuck I was doing. It was so goddamn wrong. But she was so fucking cute, built so perfectly for a girl her age, felt so good, those goddamn boobs in that bra, her cleavage, and those fucking panties. I was so worked up and turned on I could feel it.
We started kissing again. And I felt her hands move. As I looked down, I saw her hands move around her back, slide around to her shoulders, and then I felt it.
She took her bra off.
I stopped kissing her and stared at her boobs. Jesus.
Her boobs were so perky, so fucking beautiful, soft round nipples that were fully erect, and she dropped her bra on the floor.
My dick was rock solid inside my boxer shorts. I couldn't move.
Amanda looked at me and smiled.
"Your turn," she said.
"What?" I finally said.
She stared at my t-shirt.
I realized what she meant.
Jesus.
I reached down and pulled my t-shirt up.
She stared at me.
"Oh Wow. That's so freaking sexy," Amanda said.
For a guy my age, I'm in pretty damn good shape. Built pretty solidly, muscled and a hairy chest. She slid her hands across my hairy chest, ran them up and down my chest, and slid her little nails across my stomach.
God, I could not stop shaking.
I fucking knew this was wrong. It was so goddamn wrong that I couldn't even think straight. I knew what "could happen" or what "would happen" if anyone, regardless of who they were, found out the shit that was going on. Fuck, even being in the same locker room as a hockey player was a death march. End of life. Pretty much that's it. And all gone.
I still didn't want to stop.
This fucking girl was so goddamn cute. Perky little nipples. Beautiful fucking boobs. Still wearing those goddamn peach colored panties. Her hockey equipment laying all over the floor. And all of my ref shit laying all over the floor.
She looked at me. Turned around. Walked the other way. And turned on the shower.
Amanda turned around and smiled.
And without another word, she stared at me, reached down, and I watched her boobs hang down.
And she took off her panties.
My dick almost blew out of my boxers.
She was standing there, her beautiful legs, soft hips, and a small patch of blonde/brown pubic hair between her legs.
She turned around. I watched the most fucking beautiful ass I've ever seen on a teenager walk into the shower.
She turned around as the water splashed on her head. She leaned down, let the water run down her face, down her boobs, and across her naked hockey player's body. She stood there, leaned back, and thrust her boobs out. I could see her nipples perky and straight out. She opened her eyes, staring at me, butt ass naked. And smiled.
"Your turn," Amanda said.
I stood there like a fucking dumbass.
I was so goddamn scared.
Hell, here I was, a grown man, having had sex more times than she probably had been alive in years, and I was standing there scared to death like a fucking chicken shit. I didn't move. And Amanda finally spoke.
"I get it. I totally understand. Sorry. I mean, I know it's an awkward situation. But this is something I've never done. It's been a fantasy of mine. And well, I've seen you ref before. You're a cute older guy. You're nice. And I figured what the fuck," she finally said.
I made a split decision. One I hoped to hell I would not regret.
I pulled my boxer shorts down. And stood there in front of this beautiful teenage girl.
I was naked.
My dick was standing straight out. I was hard as a rock.
And I think more turned on than I'd ever been.
To be continued...
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