It was late at night at the gym. I'd been working out for hours. You were checking me out on one of the machines. I was wearing a pair of gym shorts and a tank top, your eyes went right to my chest and then to my legs. I enjoyed it, liking the way that you looked at my body. My body was good. I knew it was. I worked hard to make sure it was. Every day I worked out and I liked to be appreciated.
After a while, it was just the two of us in the gym. It was a small gym and it was already late at night. We'd never said a word to each other, never even seen one another before now but you were fit too. A powerful guy with a muscular build and dark hair. Yeah, I liked what I saw.
I grinned at you, brushing my long red hair aside. You smirked back. Still no words, but that didn't matter. There was communication.
I went to take a shower. No one else was there when I finally finished my workout. I stripped down and padded into the centre of the large, tiled room. Half a dozen showerheads were set at regular intervals. My body tingled, I was buzzing. The feeling of having finished a workout made me more alive. The water poured down on top of me, soaking me and flattening my hair. As it trailed over my body, I heard the door open again.
You were there.
You weren't supposed to be. This was a woman's shower. You could be in trouble for being here.
You didn't care about that. I felt a thrill coursing through my body. You looked at me, seeing me naked. My body was dripping and wet. My breasts, my thighs, my pussy, all exposed.
You didn't say anything. Neither did I. Hunger spoke to hunger. There was lust hanging in the air like a heavy curtain.
You were naked too, and my eyes followed the curve of your body down towards your cock. It was stiff and erect. I felt heat fluttering inside of me. Were we going to do this here?
Oh yes, we were. You stepped into the water, the shower still pounding down around us. Mist and steam rose between us, but I had eyes for nothing else. A moment later, we were together. Kissing, your tongue was in my mouth, and my nipples were pressed against your chest. Your hand was stroking my thigh, driving me crazy. My fingers reached down and circled your cock, stroking it slowly. That only drove you on and made you more hungry.
Before I knew it, you'd broken the kiss. Your tongue moved to my chest and you were licking and teasing my nipples. I moaned; the sound lost in the pounding of the water around us. Anyone could have come in and found us like this. There was no way to be sure that we wouldn't be disturbed.
That thought made my pussy burn. I was getting wet just thinking about it. We were so close together, your body pressed up against mine. I was kissing, crying out with pleasure as your tongue and teeth played with my tits. My pussy was getting wetter and wetter. I wanted you more every moment that passed.
Your cock was in my hand, growing harder and harder. I could feel your arousal, your desire beat against me like a storm. And as for myself, I was getting hotter and hotter. My clit ached, and I was dripping. The water rained down around us, the mist rose from the tiled floor.
You touched me down there and it was as though I was being touched for the very first time. I gave a long, low moan, almost embarrassed by how sensitive I had become. Your fingers came away wet with my arousal. I wanted to apologise, but I had no words.
