First of all, you must know about me, Sarah. I'm 5-feet-5, 120 pounds with long brownish-blonde hair and very, very blue eyes. I don't like to brag, but my best assets are what guys normally admire most – firm, large breasts (36DD), slim waist with a firm, ripe ass that sits perched atop very long legs.
Don't get me wrong, I work damn hard to look like I do. Of course, that comes with the price of spending quite a bit of time in the gym. It's almost a chore anymore, but I still go 5 days a week.
And that's where I was when I experienced the most erotic moment of my life. Being 26 and looking like I do, I've been with my share of men, but always in normal relationships – nothing kinky or with multiple partners. It was just something I never desired.
It was Sunday night and the gym closes at 8 p.m. on the weekend instead of the normal 11 p.m. So, with just a handful of people straggled about the gym, I finished up on the treadmill and headed to the locker room.
I was the only one in there, as far as I could tell anyway. I still had my headphones blaring away from my workout, so I certainly couldn't hear anything. It was when I yanked them off as I entered the locker room that I heard muffled sounds coming from the distance.
I thought it to be just a couple of people talking in the shower, but as I neared my locker it wasn't talking, but a woman moaning. I was frozen in my footsteps. My first reaction was to see if she was OK, but then I realized it was a moan of pleasure rather than pain.
After that, I decided to just quickly get dressed and head out. As I pulled my top over my head and my soaked skin-tight shorts over my hips, her moaning grew louder and the works "fuck me" escaped her lips in between short, erratic breaths and grunts.
It was than that I finally realized she was in there with a man and not just masturbating. Not having had sex in several months, I couldn't help but listen. I continued to undress, but not in a hurry as before. Instead of thinking of getting out, I wanted to stay in.
Her moans under the constant drone of the shower water sucked me in. I slowly undid my bra and then slid down against the locker while pinching my nipples. I had to have as my pussy, which was I'm sure every bit as wet as the duo in the shower.
I was under a spell, in a trance that I couldn't break out. In my mind, I knew very well somebody could walk in and catch me, but I couldn't stop. Just like the two in the shower couldn't.
I closed my eyes and stroked my clit while inserting a finger. It seemed like hours passed, but I'm sure it was mere minutes when all of a sudden I realized the moaning had stopped – and so did the shower.
I quickly opened my eyes to see a beautiful, erect 8-inch cock two inches from my face. Frightened at first, I jumped a bit. Then I heard the voice that gave me so much pleasure moments ago say "Looks like we pleasured more than ourselves."
