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.