Now my days were perfect. Sometimes I wondered how I had been content just watching them swim. Now, I couldn't imagine a day without watching my men shower. I had a remarkable work attendance record, not being able to stay at home sick when there was such a good reason to be at the gym. Every day, I move as if in a trance, getting everything done, so I could treat myself with a 'shower' break. My two men were so delicious, so incredibly sexy, I honestly couldn't believe my luck.
Each day started the same. They swam, in unison, in sync, their strokes perfectly timed. Now they used the same workouts, graceful and powerful in the water. I cleaned furiously, finishing all my assigned tasks while they performed. Then, I pushed my cleaning cart into the closet and casually entered the men's dressing room, moving carefully to my secluded spot so I could observe Speedo and Tattoo.
First, they just lingered under the spray, rinsing the chlorine from their skin and suits. Then, and this is the moment I lived for, they both removed those tiny suits, rinsing them carefully and wringing them out, hanging them to drip on the common wall. That, as much as anything, I found incredibly sexy. Seeing these naked men, carefully rinsing and hanging their suits, was endearing.
Next, they would fill their cupped hands with liquid soap, liberally lathering their bodies. I admit, I was partial to Speedo. There was just something about his large hands, his elegant fingers. But I watched them equally, not wanting to miss a move.
For the first few days, I just watched, my eyes hungrily taking in their every move. But the ache between my legs grew with each shower, and I had to do something. Finally, I slowly slipped my hand into the waistband of the baggy pants. Under it, I often wore pretty, lacy lingerie, but sometimes I wore nothing at all. I am very partial to delicate underthings, often spending obnoxious amounts of money on gossamer bras and panties, or a sensuous garter belt. It always made me feel very feminine and desirable, knowing that I was dressed so seductively beneath my clothing. But, after finding my guys, I had to stop wearing the panties, because they would become soaked with my juices after only a few minutes of observation. Plus, I found it easier to comb my wet curlies and massage my aching slit if I didn't have panties in the way. I didn't dare touch my clit, I felt sure that I would come, and I knew I couldn't be quiet then. I didn't want anything to interfere with my morning ritual. So I stood in the shadows, unnoticed, and watched these two men take new steps each day.
It began innocently enough. They talked about their work, which men love to do. Speedo was a writer, doing feature articles for magazines. Apparently, he was relatively well-known. Tattoo was a lawyer, specializing in entertainment law. It seemed they had many famous people in common. One had interviewed them, one had defended them. This gave them much to talk about. All the while, their hands were washing and lathering and massaging various body parts. I leaned against my wall, watching the hands, watching the bubbles, watching the sweet cocks respond to all that attention. At first, the guys looked ahead or at each other, never glancing down. But day by day, they grew bolder, their gazes dropping further.
After thoroughly covering work stuff, they discussed their health regimens. Oh, goodie! That led to flexing of muscles and attention drawn to sculpted areas. This was sexy too. Again, two little boys showing off. Of course, the engorged cocks were never mentioned, just occasionally rewarded with massages. These men could keep their cocks hard for so long, making me lust for them both.
Some days later, the talk turned to women, as it often did. Speedo was not in a relationship right now, which pleased me. Tattoo had a girlfriend, who was, according to him, incredibly hot. Of course, we were treated to a description of her, from her straight blond hair to her polished toenails. Apparently, she was very kinky and willing to do anything. It was often the events of the night before that inspired his morning activities.
Somehow, no matter what the discussion, both men had massive erections and Tattoo managed to come explosively before the shower ended. Despite the fact that they had become quite friendly, Speedo always looked straight ahead and did not participate in the finale.
Of course, by now, they had real names. Speedo was Davis, Tattoo was Mark. But I liked my nicknames and preferred to think of them that way.
I was beginning to think I was fated never to see more, find out more about Speedo. Then something wonderful happened. He came in one morning, starting his shower ritual, but humming as he washed. This was new. Even Tattoo noticed. And asked. I stood in my dark spot, listening attentively, curious about the change in my man. Speedo was excited and very willing to share with his friend. It seems he met a woman online. Not just a woman, but a wonderful woman, a woman who fulfilled his every fantasy. She was intelligent, quick, witty, and charming. They spent hours chatting, soon finishing each other's thoughts. Then, just as he felt things couldn't be better, she asked him to call. To his surprise, he did! He found her to be just as wonderful 'in person' and they talked most of the night. He was enamored. Tattoo was pleased for his friend. He was also pleased at this turn of events. Speedo seemed more excited, more eager to 'wash' his engorged dick, more willing to share with Tattoo. They stood facing each other, the chest-high wall separating them, their hands busily stroking. I LOVE MY LIFE! I could watch each man, in profile now, sliding soapy hands up and down, watch the balls tighten and pull up, watch the facial expressions as the men very deliberately raced to orgasm. Tattoo was first, his come splashing off the wall with incredible force. His howls filled the air, his breathing raspy. Soon afterwards, as if inspired, Speedo reached orgasm. His cock was pointed up, and splattered his chin and chest with thick white cream. I very nearly lost it then, I was so overwhelmed with desire.
I forgot my promise to myself and my little fingers began searching for my hardened clit, touching it once, sending shivers through my body. Then, I regained my senses and pulled them back, but not before coating them with my sweet juices. I allowed myself the consolation of licking them clean, enjoying the sweet tanginess that is all mine.
The men stood there, facing each other, grinning. A line had been crossed and now I looked forward to more daring behavior. This was unbelievably good. They turned, finished their showers and stepped out, wrapping in towels and continuing a discussion on golf as they walked to the dressing rooms. Unbelievable!
Each day surpassed my every fantasy. Speedo and his lady were involved in a richly erotic phone life, talking every night, sharing all sorts of wonderful thoughts. Tattoo and his girl were reaching new heights in sexual activities, causing him to keep a constant erection. And me, little invisible me, I just stood back and enjoyed it all, the stories, the visions, the reactions. My fingers were constantly busy, rubbing and probing, always avoiding my tiny clit, which begged for release.
