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.

Work From Home: Part 3

Kira set four plates around the kitchen table, aligning them on the red fabric place-mats. The smell of Raj’s cooking filled the apartment as Kira bustled back and forth from the kitchen to collect and place cutlery and glasses. They already had a nice bottle of red wine decanted and were putting the finishing touches on the meal before their guests arrived.

“It’s been so long since we’ve had Will and Jun over for dinner,” Kira said, settling into the couch.

“It really has,” Raj replied, wiping his hands on a towel and joining her.

They sat and chatted before the doorbell rang. Kira jumped up and answered the door with a glowing smile and immediately hugged an equally excited Will.

“It’s so good to see you!” Exclaimed Jun through a tight Kira hug.

Jun was a slim, tall Korean man with exceptionally kind eyes and a warm smile. He had his arm around Will’s waist as they walked through the front door and they gave equally warm hugs to Raj. After presenting Kira and Raj with another bottle of wine, the couples sat at the kitchen table and poured themselves the decanted wine. Not long after the foursome were digging into dinner and talking over one another through mouthfuls of food.

The night progressed and after emptying another bottle of wine, the couples moved on to dessert. During dessert, the subject of Kira’s and Will’s work came up. They talked about their numerous successful collaborations. At one point, Raj noticed Kira and Will share a quick, almost conspiratorial look, as they discussed future collaborations.

“So, Raj,” Will began, “Kira and I have an idea for a future Work from Dome episode that we want to run by you.”

Raj squinted at the two of them, their sly smiles partially hidden behind their wine glasses. “Let’s hear it,” Raj said after an exaggerated pause.

“Well, we were thinking you and I could perform together.”

Raj put his glass down on the table and looked sternly at Kira and Will across the table. Their smiles faded and worry seeped into their eyes. After a long, drawn out pause, Raj burst out laughing. “Of course I’m in you idiots. Sounds hot as hell!”

Jun joined Raj in laughter as Kira frowned and threw a scrap piece of bread at him.

Finally settling down, Kira laid out the plan. Will and Raj would both stand at Raj’s desk and Kira would be underneath. She had the episode’s specific tiers already planned and scheduled it for when she and Raj returned from their vacation to France.

The rest of the night went by in a flash and soon Kira and Raj were hugging Jun and Will goodnight. They washed the dishes and cleaned the kitchen and passed out the minute their heads hit their pillows. A week later they were off to France for a long overdue vacation of good food, good wine, and perfect weather.

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Kira arranged the cameras beneath Raj’s desk to account for the additional performer for the day’s show. Kira wore one of Raj’s old t-shirts and a pair of his boxers as she worked, her sun-kissed skin accentuated by the ring lights placed around her.

She’d taken full advantage of the beautiful weather on her vacation and it showed. She’d been back home for a week already, and though her shows were on hiatus, she continued posting pictures of her adventures for her followers. She often joked about how she took so many pictures she could see her tan progressively build with each one on the nude beaches she and Raj frequented.

After setting up for the show, Kira checked in on Raj. He was working on the couch in just a pair of running shorts. He also tanned significantly, and with his increased workouts he was starting to build some serious muscle. He and Will started working out together, and the results were showing. Kira easily put up with Raj’s whining and complaining with every early morning workout if she got to enjoy the benefits.

The doorbell rang and Kira welcomed Will with a big hug and a kiss. “Brought your clothes?” Kira asked Will as he gave Raj a hug. “Right here,” Will replied, lifting up a black suit bag.

“Amazing,” Kira said, clapping her hands together. “Now, we’ve got some time, why don’t you and Raj go shower.”

Will gave a sarcastic salute to which Kira gave a chortle and a roll of the eyes. Raj was already on his way to the bathroom and had stripped out of the one piece of clothing he had on. Will joined him and stripped out of his muscle tee and shorts. Raj stood outside the running shower waiting for the water to warm up.

“Wow, you’re looking thick,” Will said, examining Raj’s round behind.

“All thanks to you,” Raj replied as he slightly flexed to emphasize his newly gained muscle.

With the water warmed, Will and Raj stepped into the shower. The shower head was in the ceiling which allowed both men to fit comfortably under the stream. Kira heard the shower going and the voices of the two men echoed in the tiled bathroom. She poked her head through the door and watched her two performers scrubbing their bodies through the clear glass shower door.

Both men were clean shaven below the belt as per Kira’s request. She watched the beads of water stream down their slick bodies. Their skin glistened and Kira felt a pang of hunger deep in her stomach, an ache to jump in with them, to squeeze between them. She shook her head and cleared her mind, setting herself back to preparing for the show.

Will and Raj finally got dressed in their ‘costumes’. They both wore slim-fit black dress pants with tucked-in white button-downs. They didn’t wear any underwear beneath their pants and as such there was a slight bulge visible for both of them. Kira gave a joking chef’s kiss as they set themselves up at Raj’s desk. Kira slipped underneath and started the stream.

She promoted the show throughout her vacation with every picture she posted and the turnout was great. She recognized her regulars as well as many new viewers. The show progressed and her tiers were slowly getting reached. She wore a white blouse with no bra, and she kept just enough buttons undone to present an enticing amount of cleavage.

The tips continued rolling in and Kira winked and blew kisses to her viewers, occasionally typing thank-you messages to some of the larger tippers. She caressed both clothed crotches before her, but the tiers releasing them from their cloth prisons were a ways away.

Kira bobbed her head in rhythm to songs playing in her earbuds when the familiar chime of a tier being reached interrupted her. As Kira looked over to her screen she heard another chime. Then another. Two more chimes went off before Kira had a moment to react. Her jaw went slack when she saw that someone had individually donated for five full tiers. Her heart beat faster as she read the name of the donor: FreeTime85.

The mystery mega-donor had once again dropped the hammer in spectacular fashion. Kira thanked them profusely, as did the rest of her audience, and she prepared to fulfill every tier requirement.

Kira licked her lips and slipped her fingers between them. She closed her eyes as she slowly and sensually sucked on her fingers. She let out a quiet moan as she pushed her fingers deeper in her mouth, removed them, then licked them up and down their length. She blew a kiss to her audience and slowly unbuttoned her blouse. With every button Kira bit her lip and flexed her back, pushing her breasts through the widening gap.

When the final button came undone, both sides of the open blouse draped over her breasts, tantalizing her audience to tip just a smidge more to remove the fabric altogether for tier three. FreeTime85 made it clear they had no intention of being teased, so Kira slowly pulled both lapels apart and slipped the blouse off her shoulders. She squeezed her petite breasts together with the shirt down her arms then removed it entirely.

With her breasts free, Kira pushed them up to the camera and shook them. Their tight jiggle always made her laugh. She settled back onto her chair and proceeded to tier four. Kira took her nipples between her thumb and forefinger on each hand, and rolled them back and forth. She let out a louder moan with each twist and a mess was already building between her legs.

She controlled her breathing as she twisted and pulled her now fully erect nipples. Her dark towers ached for more, but Kira resisted. If she continued, she would have worked her nipples to orgasm, and completely neglected the trapped beasts she promised to release.

Kira thanked FreeTime85 again and made her move for tier five. Kira caressed the boys’ crotches, felt their manhood pulse beneath the thin layer of cloth. Kira felt Raj’s bulge swell and proceeded to unzip his fly. His semi-erect penis burst through the gap, twitching as if gasping for air, relishing in its freedom.

Tier five was now complete, and Kira dragged her eyes from Raj’s growing member back to her camera. She enjoyed teasing her audience with her tiers. Five and six meant freeing both boys’ cocks but making no other contact. However, Kira mercifully made tier seven the final tier, giving the audience, and consequently herself, everything they wanted.

Kira chatted with her audience for some time and continued to gently play with her nipples, flicking and pulling from time to time. Tips continued to pour in and they were almost half way to tier six. Kira continued lip syncing to music and playing with her boobs, enjoying the downtime below the desk.

Then it happened again. The final two chimes. Kira froze again, and knew exactly who was responsible. This time the final tip to reach tier seven came with a note:

“Worth every penny.”

Kira’s heart raced. She was conflicted in the oddest way. She felt excitement for hitting every tier, which was not all that common. So financially, this was a dream come true. However, as a performer, she was worried what this harried pace did to her show.

The longer the show, the longer eyes stayed glued to her. She was practiced in the art of maintaining a steady pace for the entirety of her show, and that ability brought her much of her success and sustainability. With every tier completed in a fraction of the usual length, the number of incidental viewers (viewers stumbling upon her show through the hosting site’s Explore page), decreased significantly. And every one of those viewer had the potential of becoming a new regular.

Kira shook her head and dispelled her industry thoughts. She reminded herself of the wonderfully privileged position she’d created for herself, where she could make money through sex and pleasure. She was living the dream, and she should stay in the moment.

Kira blew a copious amount of kisses to her audience, thanked FreeTime85 once more, and licked her lips. The real fun was about to begin.

Kira quickly unzipped Will’s pants and released her second toy. Kira winked at the camera before turning back to Will and Raj, their members rose, arching skyward. She kissed Raj’s tip, then Will’s, and watched both cocks grow thicker.

Kira took Raj’s swollen, bristling head between her lips, her tongue danced along the underside. She held Will’s balls in her hand, squeezing and massaging them in rhythm to her tongue’s delicate patterns. Raj’s twitching cock begged Kira for more, and Kira obliged, sliding him into her mouth.

Kira took Raj to the hilt, her practiced throat opened as he pushed past her limit. She held him there for a moment before pulling back, saliva dripped down your chin and coated her flush chest. She took Raj in again, working her lips and tongue over his sensitive tip and along his veiny shaft.

Kira’s free hands were expertly put to use stimulating her other toy. She held Will’s balls in one hand and stroked his aching cock with the other. Kira’s coordination was immaculate, and the chime of tips echoed softly in the background of her passionate gags and aggressive, unrelenting slurps.

Kira moved from Raj to Will, aggressively devouring his pleading member. She knew both her performers intimately, and together, she truly appreciated their differences. Will was slightly longer than Raj, and Kira’s eyes rolled back every time she took his entirety. His tip hit a point deep in her throat that further stirred the raging torrent between her legs.

When she moved to Raj, she felt the pleasure of his substantial girth. Her mouth was filled, her lips stretching as she threw herself into her work, the memories of the countless times he stretched and filled her pussy drove her wild.

Her men’s precum coated her tongue as she pushed forward, determined to suck every drop of pleasure from her fellow actors. Their stamina impressed her as she’d lost all consideration for improving the duration of her show and was now lost in her work. She held both men’s balls in her hands and felt them rise as their cocks swelled.

Kira pulled Will’s cock from her mouth, grabbed Raj’s, and shoved their tips between her lips. She stroked their slick shafts and with a thrust from both, her senses were overcome with their release. Pump after pump poured onto her tongue and down her throat as she held her boys in place, feeling the ecstasy and euphoria radiating from their perfect staffs.

Kira felt the final twitches of a complete orgasm and released them. She turned to the camera for the first time since hearing the chime for the final tier. Her mascara streaked down her cheeks, and her lips, chin, and breasts were covered in saliva and cum.

Kira chatted a little more with her audience before blowing them one last kiss and ending the stream. Kira knocked on the underside of the desk, and suddenly both boys dropped to floor and fell backwards onto their butts.

“That was fucking intense!” Raj exclaimed, his face was flush and his hair disheveled as if he’d been running his hands wildly through it.

“Ya, Kira,” Will added, “You really outdid yourself today.”

Kira fluttered her eyelashes at her exhausted boys and smiled brightly. “You two are the real champs for making it that long.”

Kira, Will, and Raj finally picked themselves off the floor and stripped out of their clothes as they made their way to the shower. Kira shared the news of FreeTime’s large tips and the three of them started to talk through how they could possibly figure out who this person was and whether they did this for other performers.

The shower warmed and Kira hopped in first. As she reached for the soap, but Raj grabbed it first.

Both men stood close to her. Raj, standing before her, looked down and kissed her deeply, the hot water streaming down their flush bodies.

Will took the soap from Raj and started rubbing Kira’s back. Raj whispered in Kira’s ear, “Now, let us take care of you.”

Raj and Will passed the soap between them, washing and caressing Kira’s body. The nectar of her pleasure oozed from her sex with every squeeze of her breasts and kiss on her neck.

Kira threw her head back, when suddenly she felt familiar tongues exploring below her waist. Kira gasped as she looked down to see Raj kneeling before her, his face buried in her warmth, and Will behind her with his hands spreading her cheeks and probing her hole.

Kira pushed against the shower walls as her knees buckled, the violent surges of euphoria radiating through her body consumed her entirely. She suddenly realized how far she’d edged herself through her show, her engorged clit pulsing with every touch of Raj’s tongue.

Kira came, her body convulsing. She nearly fell to the floor if not for Raj and Will’s support. She leaned against them as she fought through the orgasmic aftershocks ravaging every inch of her body. Kira eventually recovered and the threesome finally dried themselves off and left the steam-filled bathroom.

They continued discussing FreeTime85 for a while before Will left. Kira and Raj had dinner before Kira started her evening stream.

Kira recounted her Work from Dome episode for her audience and even divulged details of the lurid shower afterwards. She was streaming for almost an hour when she received a tip for a direct message. Her jaw dropped when she read that it was from FreeTime85.

The direct message read, “Hey Kira! As you’ve probably already noticed, I’m a big fan of your work. My name’s Sonya and I run a film studio. I’d love to discuss some future opportunities with you, so shoot me an email.”

Kira’s suspicions were raised immediately. Firstly, she had her business email clearly stated on all her social platforms. Why was this ‘Sonya’ going through the trouble of excessively tipping during her shows then sending her a tipped direct message? Secondly, the vagueness of the ‘opportunity’ and ‘film studio’ was just too much to believe.

Kira did not divulge the contents of the direct message with her regulars, to their dismay. However, she discussed it with Raj that evening.

“What do you think I should do?” Kira asked Raj as they sat on the couch, Kira’s legs laid across Raj’s lap.

“Well, you’re definitely right that this person’s approach is weird,” Raj said. “But they gave you and email and a name, so why don’t you just send them a formal email, start a conversation. Try to pull as many details out as you can so you can confirm whether it’s a scam or not. You’ve got nothing to lose in my opinion.”

Kira agreed and the two of them drafted an email that they would send in the morning. Between the sex and the Sonya mystery, Kira and Raj slept soundly that night, cuddled tight beneath the sheets.