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I see you when you come in. My attention isn’t even on the door. It is like something, I don’t know, like instinct or intuition that makes me look. It is like the whole place just stops for a moment, just for you.Imagine my surprise when you come out of the ladies’ locker room and stroll right towards me, right where I am working out. Yeah, I’m pretty sure you catch me staring a few times as we go along, but each time I notice that you’d noticed, I smile a bit, look you in the eye and give a little nod, hello. Trying to act cool like I just happen to be looking casually that way. From time to time, I look your way and think I’ll catch you looking first and even maybe see a little smile break along your beautiful face. Finishing up, getting ready to leave, I start making my way to the men’s locker room but stop, and take one final look at such a stunningly beautiful woman, and I’m just in awe of you, so unique. What few people are left drop away and disappear as I look at you. I take a deep breath in and sigh slowly trying to pace my heart, shaking my head back to sharp reality. Turning around, I head into the locker room proper. I take my time gathering together my things, just thinking, ‘Wow! Who did I just see?’ My thoughts get wrapped into more thoughts of you as time flies by until I discover I’m completely alone. At least, as far as I could tell.Looking around, the place is completely deserted. Seeing all the closed and half-open lockers, the various flotsam, and jetsam scattered about as evidence that people had indeed been there. I scan further back into the long hallway-like design of the room, that’s when I notice the showers. Just one big open space with ivory white tiles and I count about six showerheads along its upper rim. And say to myself, ‘Fuck it why not, I never shower here.’ I strip off my clothes at my locker without a care and stroll across the room naked. I don’t even have a towel or soap.Thinking of you as I stroll through the empty space, feeling the warm air on my body in combination with the utter excitement of just being naked so openly. Even in as relatively a mundane public place as this is, has aroused more than just my imagination. I can feel myself, growing. That hot rush of electrifying fluid coursing down and through me, that kind of feeling that makes the hands wander and explore one’s self. That need to grab and touch, to feel all the sensations to be felt with one’s self. Looking around again to make sure that there is no one truly around, I let myself go and feel free. Gripping myself gently at the base of my ever-growing erection, slowly spinning and tapping at the air. Accelerating the transfer of vital fluids, feeling quite proud of the volume and weight as I grew. Stroking now, gently undulating my foreskin back and forth along my widening head, to the thought of you naked. Stripped clean and bear of your blue and black leggings and sports bra, thinking naughty thoughts as I entered the showers.Turning on one of the central spouts, the hot water sprays down onto my shoulders relaxing kaçak iddaa my muscles all across my sore body. Releasing tensions built up throughout the day. My cock stiffens harder in the wet heat and steam, sending goose flesh ripples up and down my skin as the waters run over my body. I dip my head beneath the hot stream wetting my hair and wiping my face clear of the sweat accumulated from my workout.My left hand is still otherwise occupied with its task of self relief. I use my free arm to brace myself against the wall under the head of the shower, letting myself be soothed by its therapy and allow my self become fully aroused. Drifting away into the sweet fantasy that would be your embraces. Then out of nowhere, the sound of a bag dropping heavily on the floor outside the shower rouses me from my daydreaming.As I stick my head out, I’m startled to find, that no, I’m not alone at all. There you are standing next to your gym bag with a towel in hand, dressed in tight blues and blacks.“Hey, sorry to… Oh hi! Hello!” Your voice jumps, as you looked me over with widening eyes, getting a bit of a surprise yourself. “The showers in the ladies seem to… to not be working… do you, um, mind if we share?” You ask, coyly biting your lower lip as you smiled.I’m riveted to the spot not exactly hearing everything, my brain just wasn’t working properly, but I still manage to work out of my suddenly dry mouth. “Um… yeah sure, no problem,” keeping it brief.Placing your towel on a nearby peg you begin to wiggle your way free from your form-fitting workout clothes as if you just didn’t care I was there at all. Pulling off your top first exposing the most perfectly round breasts I had ever seen, up and over well-defined shoulders. My wildest fantasies can’t compare to what I see before me, my hands that are feebly trying to cover what couldn’t be covered, suddenly feal to my sides and my eyes widen, transfixed. Sensuous, lean healthy muscles radiate from your athletic core, out to slender sculpted limbs. Your skin is like soft golden marble under the dim lights.Your hair is down gliding across your back gently touching the tops of a perfectly rounded bottom as you walk. Breasts jiggling slightly with each step towards the showers, hips swaying to a rhythm. perfect curves, dangerous curves. ‘Yeah, this guy ain’t going away any time soon… keep it together man,’ I think to my self eyes slightly narrowing at the thought.You point to the showerhead next to mine, “Do you mind?”“Not at all.” I smile back.“Having trouble?” you giggle, gesturing down to the elephant in the room.“Nah… it was just the shower… it’s you know, ah… very relaxing,” I say, stumbling over my words, trying to laugh at myself.You smile at me not afraid to stare at all, turning on your water and testing the heat. You stand underneath its hot stream wetting your hair, moving your hands across your body spreading the water around till every inch of you is glistening in the light. You grab your soap and begin to lather, first with your chest gently moving around each breast kaçak bahis in turn, then down to your flat-toned tummy. Wrapping around to your round elegant behind and bending over slightly to slowly lather each supple leg. Glancing over at me “You didn’t bring anything? Want to borrow my soap?” You ask.“Sure… thanks,” I reply. Taking the bar from your outstretched hand. Following suit, I quickly lather up. Building up a good portion of lathered soap in one hand, as I hand back your bar. rubbing my hands together to foam up the bubbles, and quickly cover my hardness in soap first. Attempting to spread out as many bubbles of soap as possible from what little I take.When I hear you ask with a giggle, “I didn’t interrupt playtime did I?”I grin, laughing back saying, “Ha-ha no, it was just the water like I said, but he’s still got to get clean.”You face me directly “You sure?” You say with a hit of lust in your breathy words. Inching a bit closer. “I only ask because… well you have a great looking cock and… I just got in a great workout. And well great workouts kind of, get me going… you know… maybe I’m feeling a bit like playing.”With the water spraying against my head and back. “Excuse me?” I say not fully believing what I’m hearing.“Can I, um, just… Can I just touch it?” moving closer still, dropping down, and with no hesitation, you reach out.Gracefully dropping to your knees, you softly grip me with your fingertips testing, teasing and squeezing. gliding up and down my shaft. Fully taking grip, you pull back the natural skin wrapping of my head exposing my swollen pinkish, red tip. Feeling my weight in your hand, pulling upward with loose little squeezes, releasing a sizable amount of thick pre-cum. It is just the extra needed to escalate even further. “Umm, I think I need a taste of you, baby,” you whisper into my rod like a microphone. Pulling me to your lips, you lick the tip of my cock, with the soft point of your salivating tongue. Drawing in a clear mass of sticky pre-cum into your mouth.“Fucking yummy!” You say as you grip me with your lips, enveloping the girth of me. Slowly working my full hardened length with your hands and mouth. Your soft tongue making small wavy moves from inside and working playfully beneath my shaft.I breathe deep as my eyes narrow and my head rolls back. You take full control of me, bending me to your will. Slowly worshipping my cock with your gorgeous mouth and holding lips. Going deeper, and deeper down with each stroke, into your warm wet throat. The instinct and adrenaline take over my body as I pull your hands away placing them flush against my hips and lower abdomen. Leaving your mouth free to slide up and down.Running my fingers through your wet hair, taking hold at the back and base, finding just the right grip to push and pull as my hips begin to buck slowly and in small beats back and forth, taking my time fucking your mouth and feeling your throat build with saliva.As you start to gag a bit I pull out holding the base of my cock, exiting with thin strings of spit still illegal bahis connecting us. Bouncing the tip up and down between your lips. You look up at me again with more excitement laughing with a little surprise now knowing I’ve gone from shy boy to very willing participant in this little game. Sticking your tongue out I firmly beat my cock against it, while noticing your reaching down to play with what I can hear to be an already sopping wet pussy.You gobble me up moving faster, and then slower as if to a beat and rhythm. Between a breath, I stop you and pull you up to your feet and draw you in close nuzzling your face with mine looking deeply now in your eyes. Gently teasing you with small kisses from my lips to yours with a sigh I say with a devilish look “I think it’s your turn” in one swift steady motion I push you against the wall below the spray of water. I savor every inch of you as I move down across every sensuous curve and line I can find. Kissing, groping and gliding down to eagerly devour your heat.The hot moist air accentuates the sweet smell of your dripping wetness. I draw it in with a deep breath as I bring your left leg up over my right shoulder. Holding you steady against the wall with my outstretched arms held to your core, and gripping and squeezing any part of you I can blindly find. My focus is set and my drooling tongue can no longer wait.I start with your clit and a tiny kiss, sucking in a few drops of your tasty juices. I can feel your fingers running through my hair and firmly grip me as my pace quickens while lapping you up, tasting, savoring, exploring all the places of you that make you even slightly twitch. I let my taste buds become my eyes taking in all that they see. My hands run down your smooth body feeling their way down to eagerly gripping your firm tight ass, pushing you upward a bit, to more accommodate my lips and mouth proper as a seat for the luscious lips of your tasty treat. Your moans serve as a dinner call to me, galvanizing my lust, and passions for you. Dictating my actions. Your grip tightens in my hair as I dig deeper with my tongue tasting your sweet hot wetness, feeling you drip across my face and chin. “My fingers want to play too,” I say, smiling up into your eyes and yours down into mine, releasing deep breaths alongside little smiles, you nod your head in agreement as I move to spread and massage your lips and clit. To further allow more access to your delicious honey. I rub my index and middle finger firmly but slowly from behind you. gently griping each side, letting your sensations, movements, and moans be my guide, finding your most sensitive spots. While my tongue continues their explorations deeper into your dowsing delights exclaiming. ”I could drown in you, your so fucking wet, love!” Steam filled the room with a warm haze, and the hot water’s continuous spray drowned out all other sounds but your light squeals and breathy moans. Your taste is so intoxicating in the heat of the room and our bodies add to it making the shower into a makeshift sauna. My fingers start to gingerly probe twisting a little deeper with each gentle push upward. Hot water runs down your body, mixing with the nectar from your flower making your delicacy an even easier treat to enjoy.
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