Sucking beers in the locker room. And I staring!!

Continued: The game ends...(I playing worse than always) and I leave with Pablo to the bar where she was waiting for me. I buy something to drink and sit next to her. She says...you played well. Are you broken, huh? (The truth is that I played for the ass) never was good, and even less in that group where there were 3 or 4 who were stepping on it. Of those playing, half went into the bar and the rest stayed lying down on the pitch. But only Pablo and I were left. He talked to me, but also to her. About nonsense...about setting up a mixed football game...so that she could play too if she wanted. She says she doesn't play soccer, she just goes to the gym and occasionally. We stay there talking for a while, and when my girl answers a call, Pablo tells me that he and some other guys are staying to shower, but most are going home. He asks if we want to go up to the locker room with them (the others had already gone) and whatever she wants can happen. Only 4 knew about us and were really hot to do something. I repeat that we only went to watch, but asked her what she wanted. Just as she hangs up, Pablo asks if she wants to go see the locker room. If she's ever been in a men's locker room. She laughs nervously, but that sparkle in her eyes that I know so well. And she says they only came to watch and she was afraid of what could happen if she went up with them. Then Pablo asks if she doesn't want to just spy on the other guys while they're showering. To see the other guys while they're taking a shower. And nothing else would happen if she didn't want it to. They already knew well that there was no need to get worked up. I was really hot. I didn't know which of the guys were upstairs. With some, I had a good vibe while playing, but others were more rough and had gone strong in some play. I imagined her in the locker room and wanted her to go up, so I told her. Me: do you want to go up for a bit and see what it's like in a locker room? It's all fine by me. She: if you'll accompany me... less until the door I'm excited and go up. There's Pablo, neither slow nor lazy, says: let me tell them to warn the guys that a move like this won't be surprising. So we go up to the locker room (a metal staircase takes you to the first floor) the garrison is that only the men's locker room is there. Luckily it was 22:30 hours, last shift and there was no one left (except for a couple more who were playing Paddle). Going up the stairs I felt like the king of hornies. I knew they weren't going to fuck... but the situation was very morbid. We enter the locker room but stay almost at the door. Pablo is already waiting for us. My girlfriend stuck to me. You could smell musk and humidity from the showers. Pablo says: welcome... this is a men's locker room (or something like that) we look inside and there's a skinny guy sitting on one of the benches and two or three more in the showers... just standing there, about 3 or 4 meters away but since it was an L shape you couldn't see them very well. Pablo says: guys, we have visitors. And that's where everyone comes to introduce themselves. Hdps. The guy who was sitting down gets up and takes off his pants and underwear and gives a kiss (on the cheek) and the ones showering get in front of her so she can see them. I'm standing at the door of the locker room feeling terrible goosebumps. It's very crazy what you feel. There were five skinny guys in total, three covered in soap and shampoo, one all dirty from the game (also covered in soap) and this Pablo... the only one still wearing clothes. My chick is super nervous says; I've always wanted to see what a locker room was like. I imagined it... I didn't know what to do... break the silence, thank her and tell her to leave? Or encourage something more to happen? It was very hot. At first I thought only I was feeling it but then I saw she was too....