I had just finished my workout, and got into the shower. I was thinking about this young man I saw out in the gym. During the late morning, it was mostly women in our gym, so pretty much any man who walked in got ogled. This guy was something to look at though! He was tall, not muscular but very fit and lean. And black. So very black. Like the blackest person you ever saw and make them darker than that. Twice as dark even. His eyes were pure white and his lips pure pink, but the rest was black as a moonless midnight.
This club had nice showers. Stone walls, large enough for three people even, and a stone bench. No curtain or door though. I did enjoy showing off my body to other women, and I enjoyed seeing their nude bodies walking around and soaping up. If I got really lucky some days, a woman would take the stall across from me, and I'd get a show. I was good at not getting caught looking, but sometimes I knew they knew I was looking.
The club was dead today though. Just me and this guy, one older fellow we saw three times a week, and two old ladies I sometimes had breakfast with afterward. I was in the shower less than twenty seconds when the surprise of my lifetime happened. That man I'd ogled before, the really black one, was entering the shower stall with me! In the womens' locker room! And he was fucking nude! And let me tell you, he was hot. His dark skin, all shiny with sweat and oils, his pink lips, and then that cock! This man had a tremendous cock. A beautiful penis. It was uncircumsized, but inside the little hole at the end I could see a very pink, very bulbous, head.
This man just walked into my stall, right behind me, and as I felt his presence and turned around to look at him, he took a handful of my body wash from the bench and started soaping me up. This tall athletic man was handling me in a public place. His hands were all over my chest as he turned me around, now my back against his chest and belly. I felt that big dick, all limp but meaty, right in my crack. He soaped up my back, my butt, my legs.
He sat down on that bench, and turned me again toward him. He lifted my left leg up onto the bench, exposing my entire slit to him, now just a foot away from his mouth. He soaped my belly, my little boobs, while his other hand did my thighs. That hand slid up my thigh to my pussy, and his soapy fingers rubbed up my pussy lips, then over my anus, and back over my lips and clit. He went back over my privates again, this time with both hands, one going up and one going down, both in my crevice at the same time. I looked down, and saw him looking right up at me. He made firm eye contact with me, and he smiled. I could have cum right at that moment.
This stranger, this African man, was looking up at me while he molested me with his big soapy hands, all in the shower at my gym! He stood up, and turned me once more, now my back to him. He ran his soapy hands all over my neck, my chest, my boobs, my nipples, my belly. For a moment I got clarity, and I was afraid. First, I'm married. Second, this is a stranger, and this is a very open shower stall in a gym. Third, and maybe most scary for me, he was a black man. I never saw a black man nude, except in a porn or something. I was never this close to any black people generally, and I never would even have dreamed of being nude and in a shower being touched by one. This town really has no black people here, and most of us like it that way, if you know what I mean.
Still, here I was, scared, and horny as fuck. My legs were weak, with this man handling me like this. He turned me toward him, and he pressed him cock against my belly, and then he kissed me! This man, this strange man, was kissing me! I could feel his penis bobbing, throbbing, poking at my belly, every once in a while the head would touch my pubes.
As he kissed me, I felt his hands both go to my shoulders. I've been around the block a few times, and of course I know this means a man wants you to suck his cock. Well, I was so excited, I wanted to taste that big black dick. I got down to my knees, supplicating myself to my new master. I was looking right at this masterpiece of meat. It was as long as half my arm, and half as thick. The foreskin was so so black, and it covered a fat and very pink head inside. That head was slowly poking out, as he went from barely hard to halfway.
I was really stalling for time now. I had gone about as far as I could possibly go without breaking any rules. Any bit farther now was crossing those lines. I somehow convinced myself that I could stroke it, maybe I'd even jerk him off, but that sucking it would be wrong. So I stroked his long dick with my soapy hands. I kept stalling. I knew what my body was telling me, that I had to suck this penis. But I knew I couldn't do it. I kept stalling. I even put my face along the length, careful to not touch the thing with my lips.
I could feel him getting bigger, and thicker. Then I did it. I crossed the line, albeit just one toe across. As I ran my face along his penis, I turned my head a little, just enough so my lips could brush his shaft. When I got down to the tip, I ran my mouth right over his balls. He had big heavy balls, and he was basically hairless. I could smell his scent from working out. Even though we'd soaped up, he still smelled of masculinity. This alpha man had already intruded into my shower, and pushed me to my knees, and now with his chemical scent release, had moved me to forget my marriage vows and open my lips to his cock. I did not like the taste of the soap!
I used this soap taste as an excuse to rethink my daring. I looked up at him, and then stood up. As I turned the shower back on, to rinse us off, it all ran through my mind one last time. I had kissed his penis. I had licked his balls. I'd kissed him on the lips. I let him touch my pussy and my asshole. But only once, just one tiny second, I'd touched my tongue to his cock and tasted it. Only the second penis I'd ever seen up close, beside my husband's. And it's black! I must be completely crazy.
As we rinse, he pulls me toward him. Chest to chest now, with me on my toes, he kisses me. I want this so badly. I finally just gave in to my own hormones, and to this midnight black stranger. He kissed me, and ran his hands over my back and into my crack. He fingered along the rim of my anus, and then touched right in the forbidden skin of the inside. I now felt his penis bobbing against my pussy. It had weight to it, like he was slapping a rubber hose against my body. He kept kissing me, trying to take my breath even, and he was using both hands, those long fingers, to open my asshole up. I could feel the warm water running down my crack and then inside my body.
I was now so turned on that I was ready to cross all the lines. Even if one of the other women walked in and saw us, I wouldn't have been able to stop. I wanted this man to cum inside me, to make me his property. I never felt so vulnerable, I was so dominated by this man, and I just wanted to make him cum for me. I got down on my knees, and I took hold of his rod. It was now half hard, and really really big. That pink head was now mostly out of the foreskin, an amazing contrast against the deep dark black of his body, his cock, and his big balls. I guided the shaft to my mouth, I opened wide, and I took him inside me. I now had a black man's big cock inside of me, his fluids leaking from the tip coated my tongue as I ran it along the underside. I took it in my mouth, and then back out, and I was amazed how easily I could blow this massive dick. My husband is a pretty good size, but no one is this big. I'm sucking, and stroking, and licking his head and frenulum. All on my knees in this public shower.
I was now fully conscious of what I was doing. The lust was still driving me, but my mind was lucid again, and I realized the gravity of this all. This was a stranger, a black man, and this place was a public place, where at any moment someone could be present. And I was giving him a blowjob!
I couldn't take much more than the head inside. I licked up and down the shaft, and then took his big balls into my mouth, one after the other. I tried again to suck him, and again ended up just sucking on the tip. I looked up at my new master, and he was again looking me right in the eye. I knew what I needed, what he needed. I needed this man's cock deep inside me. I couldn't be satisfied eating his cum, I wanted it inside my pussy. I wanted this stranger to fuck me with that huge black cock and then cum inside me.
I stood up, and he guided me to take a seat on the bench. He sat beside me, and then started kissing me again. He felt up my boobs, my little boobs, and when he squeezed my nipple, I went wild! I climbed onto his leg, straddling my wide open pussy onto his thigh. I rubbed my leg into his cock, and now my boobs were right in his face. I wanted him to suck on my sensitive tips, and he went right for them! He sucked on one nipple, then the other, each replacing his mouth with a hand, never leaving either nipple unloved. He reached his other hand around my back, and down into my butt again.
Suddenly, he stood up, holding me from falling off his leg. He stood me up, and then pushed me face first into the cold stone wall of the shower. He spread my cheeks, and pushed his belly and chest against my back. I felt his cock poking at my private parts. It was coating my asshole with his precum, and he used my pussy lube to masturbate my clit. I didn't believe it would fit inside me, but I wanted it so badly. I was a wild slut now, letting this stranger slide his cock into me with no condom.
