Inhale

Rishi lay on his bed with his hands folded behind his head. Staring up at the ceiling, he let his mind wander. He was so stressed at work that even his weekends were consumed with catching-up on tasks and projects from weeks before. This was his first Sunday of freedom in a long time and he was eager to luxuriate in the fleeting thoughts that normally accompanied an unburdened mind.

His apartment had large windows that looked out onto the lake. The sun was brilliant and bathed the room in warm light. He had a window cracked open and a slight breeze circulated through his apartment. Rishi took deep breaths and felt his muscles relax. He lay in his bed completely nude, enjoying the feel of his high thread count sheets against his freshly showered body. He was tall and muscular, with thick body hair covering a significant portion of his chest and belly. He normally kept his pubic hair well trimmed, but he’d allowed it to grow out until he could barely make out his penis in the mess of black hair between his legs.

Rishi was extremely fit and played a number of sports through his high school and college years. For the decade-and-a-half after graduating from university, he continued to workout regularly and play any sport he could.

Despite the breeze, beads of sweat trailed down Rishi’s temples. He woke up early to work out, but his body was still running hot despite the cool shower he took minutes ago. He wiped some sweat off his forehead with the back of his hand and seriously contemplated taking another shower already.

He was brought back to the present when he heard the door to his apartment open.

The voice of his girlfriend Sejal filled the apartment as she burst in and said, “It is so fucking hot out there!”

Rishi heard her stomping around the apartment, mumbling to herself. She just got back from her run and she was always more energetic aftwerwards which always confused Rishi. She’d often drag him into the bedroom and demand he have his way with her the second she returned, which in reality was her having her way with him, riding him with such intensity he was usually the one telling her to slow down. From what Rishi could tell from the way Sejal seemed to be angrily moving about, he suspected she would just take a shower and collapse into the couch.

Sejal burst into the bedroom, still muttering to herself. She was a petite woman who had a presence that often dwarfed Rishi’s when they were out in public. Though Rishi was a foot taller than her, Sejal commanded the attention of any room they entered and he would slip into the background. As a shy person, it was one of the many reasons he loved going out with her.

Sejal Stripped out of her pink leggings and sports bra and tossed them into the laundry hamper. Her sweat-slicked body glistened as she stood naked in the room, feeling the light breeze on her skin. She took a deep breath and finally took notice of her naked boyfriend on the bed.

“Hi,” she said, smiling down at Rishi. Her hazel eyes sparkled and her smile warmed his heart.

Rishi patted the bed next to him and Sejal lightly jumped on and nuzzled herself into the crook of his neck. Rishi smelled the mix of lavender soap and sweat radiating off her skin. He inhaled her scent, her essence, and let it take over. He felt her heartbeat against his chest, slowing as she settled against him. He rubbed her back, her skin sticky with sweat. Sejal let out a quiet moan as she ran her hand through the tangle of hair on his chest, gripping small handfuls as she explored the expanse of his torso.

Rishi was surprised Sejal was as not her usual ravenous self, but, as if reading his mind, Sejal swiftly threw her leg over his body and straddled him. She look down at him and smiled before leaning forward and kissing him. Their tongues danced and their hands squeezed and scratched. Sejal released her lips and let a single strand of saliva drip from her lip down onto Rishi’s chest.

She then spun around and slid back, planting her tight, round ass down on Rishi’s face. Rishi gripped her cheeks with his large hands and spread her open. Her prominent lips spread and her pink warmth glistened with desire. Rishi pressed his face between her cheeks and breathed her in. He relished in the mixture of aromas that were the woman he loved. The spike of the sweat from a long, hard run cut by the sweetness of the nectar he hungrily lapped with her tongue. Her asshole winked with every delicate twirl of his tongue along the rim, eliciting thrusts from Sejal’s hips.

He listened to her moans as she swallowed his cock. As competitive people, they often subconsciously competed in this position to see who could make the other come first. Rishi was undefeated, yet Sejal always gave it her best shot. She squeezed his balls as she twirled her tongue around his tip, struggling to concentrate as Rishi expertly worked his magic over her clit. Sejal eventually gave up and sat back up, smothering Rishi completely.

With the help of gravity, Rishi sucked and flicked with more vigour. Sejal’s desperate curses echoed as she ground her hips aggressively against Rishi’s face. Rishi pushed himself to bring her to orgasm, her desire coating his lips and chin, the smell of her pleasure overwhelming his senses. With a final scream she squeezed her thighs around Rishi’s head, spasming with the crash of every orgasmic wave.

Sejal fell forward, her face nestled in Rishi’s crotch. She took deep inhales of his musk, finding comfort in the heavy smell of her lover. Rishi eventually eased her off of him and easily shifted her body to once again nestle against his.

Sejal buried her face in his armpit and continued to take deep inhales. The smell of sweat began to dominate the small room but the two lovers were already sleeping, entangled in one another’s arms.

A Single Touch

She sits cross-legged at the foot of the bed. Her hazel eyes fixated on him. He’s laying on his back, naked, with his legs spread and head craned forward.

He strokes his throbbing cock. An empty bottle of lube lays to the side, his mast shimmering as his fingers slide up and down his thick, veiny shaft.

He looks deep into her eyes and licks his lips. Every night she sits there and watches him masturbate. He takes in her curly black hair that falls just above her shoulders. Her plump limps and soft, ochre skin fuel his desire. She’s wearing an old university sweater and sweatpants, her generous curves hidden beneath layers of cotton blend. But her attention is all the fuel he needs to make his heart race and keep him pumping for her.

It’s been weeks since he last felt her touch. For months she worked to deny him parts of their sexual experience together. She slowly started having sex with him less often. After some time she would only give him handjobs and blowjobs. He was still allowed to service her with his mouths and fingers, but even that was eventually put to an end. Soon the blowjobs stopped, followed quickly by the handjobs.

It all lead to this. He picked up the pace of his strokes, his breath quickening. He closed his eyes for a brief moment as he raced towards orgasmic bliss but quickly opened them again to look into the eyes of the woman staring at him between his legs. She held him in her gaze and at that moment he erupted, white ropes splattering across his stomach and chest. He pulled on his cock, squeezing every drop of pleasure into the tangle of black hair coating his torso.

He finally dropped his arm to his side, his spent, limp cock lay against his thigh. He lets his head fall back onto the pillow as he caught his breath, basking in the post-orgasmic bliss.

He feels the bed shift as the woman gets up and walks out of the room. When she leaves, he lets his mind wander and think about how he got here. Every denial, every rejection. He embraced it all. He didn’t necessarily understand why, but every step of the way to the present moment felt right. He reached for the towel left for him on the nightstand to clean the cum from his body.

He managed to wipe most of it off, but he could feel the residue harden in patches on his skin. Placing the towel next to him he waited patiently for her to return. He listened to the sounds of her going through her nightly facial routine, the sound of the sink turning on and off.

Eventually he hears the sound of bare feet making their way back to the room. She walks in completely naked. His heart skips a beat as she makes her way to one side of the bed. Her heavy breasts and large, dark nipples swing with every step. Stretch marks spread across her wide hips and belly, rippling as she lifts the covers and slides in next to him. He quickly gets himself under the covers and curls up onto his side. She slides one of her arms under his head and wraps her body around him, her soft skin enveloping him.

As he drifts off to sleep, the words she said when they started on this journey together echo in his head:

“You will always have me when you sleep.”

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.