The Shower

Rana walked into the change room of his gym and plopped down on the bench in front of his locker. His shirt clung to his body, drenched in sweat. He wiped his forehead and neck with a towel and tossed it into the nearby basket of soiled towels.

It was nearly 5am and the gym was completely empty. Rana had an early morning meeting so he decided to force himself to go to the gym earlier than normal. He found himself liking the emptiness. The hum of the fans placed around the space as well as the quiet squeak of sneakers from the one employee slowly preparing the gym for the day’s guests.

Rana stripped out of his running shorts and shirt and flung a towel over his shoulder. He slipped on his slides and made his way to the steam room. On his way, he stopped in front of one of the many full-length mirrors in the change room. He was a pretty hair man, with a layer of course black hair covering his chest and stomach, down over his thighs before thinning down his shins and calves. He was lean, and his muscular definition was faint. He struck a few poses and smiled at how ridiculous he felt.

After a quick steam, Rana made his way to the showers. The showers were lined up in the open against a wall with curtains for each stall. Because the entire area was tiled, it was not uncommon for some men, most of them older, to shower with the curtains open.

Rana wasn’t quite that bold, but he figured since no one was around, he could indulge his exhibitionist side for once. He was already walking around completely uncovered, so what difference did it make?

Rana hung his towel on the hook outside the shower and turned on the tap. He let the cool water wash over him and bring his body temperature down. He closed his eyes and took some time to do some deep breathing exercises, centering himself and releasing any tension in his body.

Rana turned around and let the water hit his back as he stretched. He turned the temperature up, and enjoyed the warm water soothing his aching muscles. He suddenly realized that he forgot his loofah in his gym bag. He let out a groan he quickly squeaked his way through the locker room to his bag and grabbed it. On his way back to the shower, he noticed that the one gym employee in the building was cleaning the sinks. She was a shorter woman, wearing black yoga pants and a black gym-branded t-shirt. Her curly black hair hung shoulder length and her brown eyes were focused on her work. Rana’s heart raced. He froze for a moment before quickly making his way back to the shower.

Rana grabbed the curtain to close it but stopped. Why questioned why he felt so embarrassed? This was the men’s locker room. So what if the employee was a woman. This was nothing she hadn’t seen before working at the gym. Rana gathered himself and continued showering with the curtain open.

He squirted some soap onto his loofah and started to scrub his body. He bent over and scrubbed his feet and legs, making his way up his body. As he was scrubbing his crotch and ass, he heard the squeak of sneakers making their way into the shower area. Rana felt his heart race, but kept his cool, continuing up his stomach and chest and over his arms.

Rana took a deep breath and turned around, facing out towards the open shower area. He jumped when he saw the gym employee standing directly in front of him, watching him intensely. She leaned on the mop she was holding and unashamedly took in Rana’s naked body from top to bottom. Rana stared right back, though with his jaw was handing slightly ajar. Her t-shirt stretched over her heavy breasts, and her yoga pants accentuated her thick, toned thighs and ass perfectly.

Rana swallowed and gave a friendly smile. The woman returned the smile but continued to watch. Rana’s face was burning hot and he started to feel the sensations between his legs from the gorgeous woman watching him. He quickly turned around to hide his slowly swelling member.

“You missed a spot,” The woman said.

Rana froze. He glanced over his shoulder and glimpsed the woman continuing to stare, evaluating his body.

Rana cleared his throat and said, “I guess that’s too bad then.”

Rana’s heart raced, his cock now fully erect.

The woman spoke, “Then why don’t I give you a hand.”

Before Rana could answer, he felt a delicate hand against his back, followed by the touch of soft breasts pressed against him. He barely had a moment to wonder when she removed her clothes before her hands explored his chest, pinching his nipples before gliding down over his stomach and stopping just short of his throbbing cock.

Without saying a word, the woman took the loofah from Rana’s hand and scrubbed his entire back. The woman gently tapped Rana’s inner thighs and he instinctively spread his legs. The woman scrubbed between Rana’s legs and into his crack. She made slow circles over his cheeks before making her way down both legs.

When she finished, she leaned in close to Rana’s ear and whispered, “Turn around.”

Rana obeyed and turned. The woman was so close to him that his aching member was pressed against her stomach. She maintained eye contact as she scrubbed his arms and chest. Her gaze went to his stomach as she made her way down. Rana’s heart raced as she got closer and closer to his cock. But to his surprise, she worked around it. He watched as she worked his pelvis and hips, then made her way down the front of his legs. Her nose nearly grazed his shaft, yet she appeared to be completely ignoring it.

When she finished scrubbing him she put the loofah away and helped wash the soap off his now baby-soft skin.

Rana was still erect, and at that point he was ready to thank her and quickly run to a stall to finish himself off in private. As he opened his mouth to speak, the woman put a finger over his lips and reached down with her other hand grabbed his cock. He felt the slickness of soap as she gripped his cock and slowly stroked. Suds formed with her fingers sliding up and down his shaft. She looked up into his eyes and they held each other’s gaze as she worked his shaft, her wrist moving faster and faster.

Rana reached between the woman’s legs and felt her lips slick with desire. She bit her lip and nodded, and Rana plunged his long fingers into her warmth. The two of them moaned as they worked each other’s sex.

Their pace increased, the woman’s wrist now furiously sliding up and down Rana’s shaft, and Rana’s fingers vigorously thrumming against her pleasure points and his thumb circling her swollen clit.

In pure climactic synchronicity, the two strangers came as one. Streams of white exploded onto the woman’s stomach and pelvis, and the woman’s pussy contracted and her knees buckled as she held onto Rana’s shoulder to keep herself upright.

The two of them took a moment to come down from their shared high. They looked into each other’s eyes and smiled.

Rana reached over and grabbed the soap. “I should take care of the mess I made.”

The woman laughed, “I think you should.”

The shower continued to run as the strangers traded places and got clean all over again.

The Gym

You lay your head down on the pillow, your comforter enveloping you in warmth and softness. The siren song of sleep takes over and in an instant you’re off to dreamland.

You don’t remember your dream, but you know you had a very restful night because you woke up early on a day where you would normally sleep in. Feeling refreshed from a full night of REM sleep you stretch and feel the life return to every muscle in your body.

You prepare a light breakfast before heading-off to the gym. You swallow a few more spoonfuls of Greek yogurt and walk out the door.

You warm-up on the treadmill, feeling the sweat start to pour as your body gets prepared for the workout ahead. Today’s a chest and biceps day, one of your favourites. You settle onto a chest press machine, set the weight, and start your reps.

The gym’s fairly empty, even for a weekend, and you like it that way. You’ve had enough of the meatheads peacocking and ogling you while you try to get your shit done. You know you’ve got a milkshake that brings all the boys to the yard. You don’t need some roided-out jocks to tell you that.

You power through your sets on the chest press, and as you wipe down the machine and move on to the dumbbells to get some curls in, something catches your eye from across the gym. Rather, someone catches your eye.

You finish wiping down the handles and grab your water bottle before getting a better look. Through the rows of machines and treadmills, you see someone bent over on all fours in the open floor area near the back of the gym.

You watch as they change positions, bringing their entire body down to the ground and lifting their chest while their hips and legs stay flat to the ground. You realize you’re just staring at a person doing simple yoga stretches, so you shake your head a little and move over to the weight rack.

You’re on your second set of curls when you see a familiar pair of shorts step onto the treadmill directly in front of you. You realize that it’s the same person you were eyeing earlier. The 6’3 man shook his legs out and started the machine.

You finish your reps and find yourself staring again. But now but you don’t even care. You watch as his long strides easily power through the high speeds of the treadmill belt. You marvel at his strong, slender legs and his broad, chiseled chest.

You appreciate his strength. Unlike all the other meatheads around here, you know he’s properly strong, like strong in his core. He’s also not half-bad looking either, with his short crop hair, and distinct facial features.

You eventually snap out of your intense observations and get back in the zone. You forget the man entirely by the time you finish your workout and are in the locker room showering. As you’re leaving the gym you see the handsome man you’d almost completely forgot about approaching a car next to yours.

He gives you an intoxicating smile and gentle nod before getting into his car and driving away. Dammit, he’s got a nice fucking smile too?! You get into your own car and race home.

It isn’t long before you’re walking through the front door, stripping out of your clothes, and fishing your vibrator out of the nightstand. With all those endorphins pumping through your veins from your workout, you work your clit vigorously, desperate for an intense release.

Your imagination conjures the man from the gym in all his glory and all the things you lust for him to do to you. The violent contractions of your pussy and the spasms of your already exhausted muscles leaves you a sweaty heap as you ride the aftershocks of your orgasm.

The image of that tall, limber, smiling man still lingers behind your eyelids as you slip into a deep, rewarding nap.

—

Over the next few weeks you started to see the mysterious man at the gym more often. You deduced he was a new member and that luckily his schedule matched quite perfectly with yours. You both had your independent rhythms and routines, you would work the machines and he would do his yoga and run

You always made sure you had the best view in the house.

You started to notice how the muscles in his legs would ripple and flex when he would run. You were entranced by how his glutes would work his short shorts as he would transition into different yoga positions.

After every workout you would both walk to your cars separately and give each other friendly nods and go your own ways. And every time, you’d have the most intense orgasm as you imagined him ferociously fucking you.

One day, after your usual workout, you see your man and get your keys out to get into your car, until you’re stopped in your tracks by a deep, resonating voice.

“Hey, it looks looks like we’ve got pretty similar workout schedules. I probably should have said this a while back, but I figured I should introduce myself. I’m Cameron”.

You look up to see your man standing right next to you, his hand extended for a handshake. You smile and take his hand, “I’m Heather” you say, trying to maintain your composure.

You chit-chat for a while. You learn he’s a lawyer and that he just moved to the city. The conversation was flowing so easily that you offer to grab coffee with him later that afternoon. He happily accepts and with a final handshake you part ways.

You hold off on your usual masturbation routine when you get home. Instead, you pick out a cute outfit, eat your usual post-workout meal, and before long you’re making your way out the door to meet up with Cameron.

You arrive at the coffee shop and see him already there at a small table in the corner. You’re impressed by how well he cleaned up, with a nice pair of perfectly fitted jeans and a black rock band t-shirt under a nice opened plaid button-down.

You give him a hug and sit down. You each order a coffee and start talking. Time flies by as you sit and talk. You find yourself opening up to him, and he to you. You learn you’re about the same age, and that you have some shared struggles.

The topic of dating even comes up and you both laugh at the stories and frustrations of dating in today’s day and age. You look down at your watch and your eyes bulge when you realize the time.

“Holy shit, we’ve been talking for this long?” You say.

“Jeez, you’re right,” Cameron replies, “but I’ll be honest, I don’t quite want this to end.”

You blush, “Me neither.” You reach out and hold his hand. He blushes back and you both decide to take this to a bar close by where you can grab some real food and keep talking.

You walk over to a spot you know that has fantastic food and some great cocktails. Afternoon turns to evening and you find yourself falling deeper into Cameron’s eyes. You’re soon sitting next to each other in a booth, your fingers entwined, eyes lingering unabashedly on each other’s bodies.

You also noticed that you’ve both only had two cocktails. You knew at that moment that there was a real spark here and not just alcohol-induced lust.

There was real, deep desire. You needed him.

You open your mouth to speak, but before any words leave your lips, Cameron says, “I need you. Now.”

He squeezes your hand and stares deeper into your eyes. “I know you want me too. I live just down the street. Come with me.”

You bite your lip and nod. The butterflies in your stomach flutter furiously as Cameron throws cash with a hefty tip onto the table and whisks you out onto the street. You feel yourself being dragged along, struggling to keep pace with Cameron’s long, steady strides. You smile and skip to keep up as you approach his apartment building.

You see him smile and wave to the doorman as you hurry into the elevator. Before the doors close he pins you to a wall and take your mouth in his. You’re immediately lost in him, his tongue dancing with yours, his large hands groping your firm ass. You rake your nails down his back and your pussy gushes with every passing second your lips are connected.

You barely notice the ding of the elevator door before you’re practically carried to Cameron’s apartment. You’re so dazed by the deluge of endorphins your next moment of awareness is Cameron throwing you onto the bed and ripping your clothes off. You lay naked atop his plush bed and watch his head descend between your legs.

You scream out as he tongues your drenched pussy. He flicks your clit and rhythmically sucks, bringing your already primed pussy to orgasm instantaneously. He continues, and you cum, over, and over, and over again. Your abs feel sore from orgasmic contractions and you grab his hair and drag him to your lips, drinking in the cocktail of your nectar and his saliva.

You use your strength to flip him onto the bed and tear his clothes off. You take in his throbbing mast, glistening with precum. You love how thick it is, veins spidering along the shaft like the veins in his arms. You immediately take his entire length into your mouth, easily bottoming out. You love a manageable cock.

He fucks your throat as you massage his balls, hearing his deep growls drives you, pushes you. He thrusts harder, his breath quickens and his abs begin contracting. You open your throat and hold his cock inside as he furiously pumps load after load deep inside. You relish in his high pitched moans, his vocalizations only creating a bigger mess between your legs.

You release him and crawl up to him, snuggling next to him as you both recover. You don’t have to wait long before Cameron’s cock is throbbing once again, and you climb on top and slip him into your still soaked pussy. You scream out as you rock your hips, feeling him fill you up and pressure your pleasure points. You love that fullness, preferring it immensely to a larger cock that keeps punching your cervix.

You cum again and collapse forward onto Cameron’s chest. Your breath heaves as you lay there, his cock still lodged inside. After a moment you feel him lift his knees and begin thrusting, slow and deep. You almost weep as you curse the heavens and drown in euphoria. The trusting gets faster and you bite into Cameron’s shoulder and scream out in ecstasy.

You come so violently you spasm, unable to control your body, and you feel Cameron erupt inside you, your pussy’s aggressive contractions throwing him over the edge.

You lay beside him, cum leaking from your lips, more cum dribbling from Cameron’s cock. You are both so exhausted, so thoroughly worked, you fall into that deep, restful sleep, except this time it’s in the arms of a wonderful man.