Smug Cat Ladies in the Shower (NSFW)

	You felt like a fool for mistaking the signs of the pool's locker rooms. It should've been obvious you had walked back into the wrong section, but your day had been bad enough until you got cornered by a pair of cat women inside a shower stall. You had recognized them from earlier as you were doing laps. They sat at the sides watching you swim around, but you figured they were just waiting for you to finish so they could start their own sets. It wasn't until you had felt a hand on your shoulder push you inside the cramped enclosure did you realize they had followed you in.

	Platinum fur covered one minx's taut, lithe body and was accentuated with a bouncy, brown wave on top that curled halfway down her back. Just underneath her bangs her purple eyes scoured your body instantly, flashing a hint of interest before her eyelids lowered halfway.

	“Lookie lookie, Monica, a little kitty got lost on his way.” She hid a mocking laugh behind the back of her hand. Her tone aimed to inflict more than to express genuine humor. Her companion, a larger, well-endowed, gray-furred cat shared in the joy at your expense. Her eyebrows perched up in amusement as she took a step forward, moving a lock of purple out of her line of sight. Out of instinct you backed away, cautious of her rather large chest that heaved with the shift in momentum. The two caught your eyes wavering and sunk in their teeth.

	“Looks like he's found something interesting though!” Mira added, pointing downwards towards your groin. All attention was shifted onto the obvious bulge pitched through your wet trousers. “He's fucking hard just from standing in front of us! Not even trying to cover it!” There was little else you could do to hide your modesty and the sudden attention from the women had your nerves weakened, regardless of their teasing. You could've held your hands over your groin or moved your leg in front of it, but it would've made your situation even more obvious. Monica purred and laid a hand on her chest, running it along her bikini strap that barely held in the abundant flesh.

	“He must've been staring at these big ol' things...” She smiled wickedly watching your body grow rigid in more ways than one. Behind her periwinkle eyes was a woman just as wicked as her friend. The space between the two of you grew thinner as she took another step forward. You couldn't help but notice the water dripping off each cup, some beaded into the cavern formed between the two mounds, being warmed by the heat her body radiated. “Are you thinking of doing some naughty things to this body, you little dirty kitty?”

	Your jaw wavered as you sought to satisfy the woman's question, but your mouth suddenly became dry, and your response never arose. Your lack of a proper answer only renewed the women's laughter, the two standing side by side as they threw their heads back.

	“Oh my gosh, you're really awestruck aren't you?!” Mira's sharp teeth glimmered through her smirk. Her body was much more lean than Monica's, but her brash nature more than made up whatever figure she might've lacked. The red and white polka dotted top she wore only made her hardened nips more apparent, with no other support underneath to hold them back. “A couple of hot girls get too close and you start drooling like a caveman!” Her hips swayed from side to side as she laid against the tiled wall next to you, her warm breath cradling your shoulder as she made eye contact with you.

	“You know, you're real lucky we just happened to catch you before you might've peeped on any other ladies in here.” Her accusations immediately registered to you, and you were about to respond before a soaking mass pressed into your elbow. Monica's hefty chest ran along your forearm as you felt your body being pushed tighter into the corner.

	“You should consider yourself lucky it's just us that managed to stop you!” The purple-haired cat rested her knuckles on her prominent hips, letting gravity sway her breasts subtly. “What would happen if security got called and saw you like this?” Without breaking eye-contact, she pointed down to the throbbing tent in your shorts, still as strong as it was before. Your racing pulse and the close proximity of the two ladies only made it swell more. You tried your best to muster your resolve, but their scantily clad bodies were proving too difficult to ignore. “All it would take would be a liiiitle scream!” Realizing your situation, you finally found a voice, hoping to use diplomacy as a way out.

	“What...what do you want?” Mira raised an eyebrow as she shifted her attention to her friend. The two silently communicated for a moment before she looked back at your tense expression, lowering her muzzle just enough to where her whiskers teased your ear.

	“Whip it out.” She murmured flatly, flashing her teeth in a grim smile. You had little time to take in what she just said before Monica caught your attention. It was the first time you were able to register just how tall she was; her breasts came up to your collar bone, yet her eyes seemed to peer down at your from the ceiling.

	“Come on little boy...” Puffing out her chest, a lump of dread got stuck in your throat as the smooth fabric of her top was close enough to your mouth where vague fantasies intruded your thoughts. “Show us what a big man you are!”

	Your eyes darted from one captor to the other, with neither allowing you another option to get away. Your thoughts raced for any viable excuse to try and get yourself out of there, but any attempt at escape would've ended poorly.

	Shutting your eyes, you turned your head to the side and tried to pull yourself away from what was happening as your thumbs hooked into your waistline. Your swim-trunks slipped past your thighs until your cock got stuck on the elastic, bobbing up and down as you tried to prolong the inevitable. Your restraint lingered, teetering on the edge as another throb ran through your length. The warmth of the females' bodies had degraded your moral reasoning, persuading you to go along with their abuse, to relish in their attention. If this was what it took to be this close to two attractive women, then perhaps-

	“AHAHAHAH!!” Mira smacked her forehead with her palm, her laughter filling the stall with mockery. “Oh my god, you were actually going to do it!” She almost had tears in her eyes, adding to your confusion as you held your pose, your cock still standing perpendicular in your trunks.

	“You're not only a pervert, but you're shameless too!” It was Monica's turn to revel in hysterics.  Her blossoming bosom heaved with each sharp intake of air, but immediately an unyielding weight of shame fell on your shoulders. Your face turned beet-red and your ears burns from embarrassment; you had played right into their hands. The two had to hold onto each other for support, their frantic laughter pausing only to take in another breath. Immediately you pulled up your trunks, seeing no further point in staying in such a ridiculous pose. In spite of what just happened, seeing their bodies sliding along one another still filled you with a sense of lust; your own nerves seemed to be turning against you as well.

	Throwing caution to the wind, you swiftly moved past the cat women hoping to make a break for the exit, praying their laughter hadn't alerted anyone nearby. Before you could toss aside the curtain to the outside however, a pair of claws gripped your shoulder and spun you back around with remarkable strength.

	“And just where do you think you're going so bent out of shape, kitty cat?!” Mira called. The two had a hand resting on the other's hips, with one of the darker cat's breasts squishing against her companion's torso. Their tails playfully skimmed the floor, dancing across the backs of their calves. Your pulse spiked, fearing they would scream and alert someone. Baring your teeth, you tried to ready yourself for whatever they had in mind. “You forgot your going away present!”

	Cradling her cheek with her hand, Mira bent over forwards, draping her tongue out, and panting haughtily. Her eyebrows curved upwards as a lustful gaze overtook her purple eyes.

	Monica's hands slipped underneath the straps of her top, gliding down her large peaks before stopping at her tits. She squeezed and pulled the flesh, groping her body in a lecherous manner. She bit her lip enticingly as Mira became involved, cupping one of her friend's breasts in her hand. It immediately filled her palm, spilling out as the yellow cat bounced it up and down.

	Bringing a hand back, Monica slipped it down the other's waist and down her backside, slipping it inside the garment. She grabbed a handful of the tender meat and gave it  shake before giving it an enthusiastic smack. The sound reverberated off the tiled walls and elicited a sharp giggle from the girl, who still had her hands full of her friend's sweater cows.

	Letting her tongue fall out, Mira ran it along the side of one of her friend's teats, the sensation making the darker cat writhe in the sensation. The shaking also displaced the cups that had originally covered them completely. From where you stood, you could see the dark edges of her areolas between Mira's fingers. They were larger than you had originally thought.

	Transitioning from her chest to her collarbone, Mira glid her fingers along Monica's neckline before stopping at her chin, turning her face toward her own. Sharing eye contact for a brief moment, the two suddenly locked lips, passionately running their tongues along one another. Tiny moans and pants filled the brief spaces between their mouths as they parted for air, but their passion could clearly be heard. Monica still had a hand cupping her friend's buttocks, pulling her in close as their moaning only grew louder. Mira grabbed the opposing girl's hips and ground her own against them, lifting her leg up to wrap it around her friend's.

	You found yourself dumbstruck by how quickly the mood changed, but just as soon as it started did the two suddenly pull away, giggling idly as they caught you staring at their performance.

	“You can think of that when you beat off later tonight.” Mira perched her brows and licked her teeth enticingly. “Don't make too much of a mess thinking about us now!”

	“At least make it out of the women's locker-room first!” Monica added in. Once again, your erection was at full mast, and painfully stretching against the inside of your trunks, threatening to spear through the fabric. A growing dark spot at the tip of your prick where it rubbed the hardest marked how pent up you were, and the girls were quick to catch on.

	“Don't get too close Monica, he might blow his load just from catching your scent!” Mira laughed into the back of her hand again, pulling her friend into another embrace.

	“Now now Mira, a premature shooter should be pitied, not laughed at!” Regardless of what she said, she still chuckled through her teeth.

	Realizing their interest in you was gone for now, you darted out of their as fast as your feet could carry you. Your erection flopping against your groin with each frenzied step you took as you quickly found the exit. Just as the door closed behind you, the haunting laughter of the catgirls still rang in your ears, as clear and as potent as if they were still right in front of you.