My unofficial job title is towel lady. Not very glamorous, but it pays the bills. I just started at LA Fitness this week. The best part of my job is stocking the towels in the men's locker room.
I work with a lot of middle-aged Mexican women. They all dress in the same thing, loose fitting white pants and a white smock. Well this Colombian towel lady is changing things up. I'm wearing white denim shorts and a white, very fitted v-neck t-shirt. My 40C breasts are straining against my shirt. My bra has just enough padding to push them up and together to form some nice cleavage. I know the other ladies don't like the way I dress but I don't like the way they dress either so we're even.
You just finished your workout and are in the shower when I get into the locker room. I've been distracted by a guy that's trying to pick me up and won't take no for an answer. I finally convince him that he has no chance and he walks away dejected.
I turn with my arms full of towels and walk to the rack to put them up. As I'm putting the towels away you walk up to me dripping wet, butt naked and take a towel from the stack in my arms. I have seen lots of wet, naked men since I started working here but there is something about you that just stops me in my tracks. It could be the muscular chest and arms, the rock hard legs. But what I think catches my eye is the huge cock swinging between your legs. I can't help myself, I'm staring at the most beautiful thing I've ever seen. As I bite down on my lip you hear me moaning.
You see that I'm liking what I see. "Put the towels up and follow me." you say. I put them on the rack and follow you into the back room. "What's your name?"
"Esmeralda Villalobos."
"Esmeralda? That's a very exotic name. I like it. I'm Donald." I just can't stop looking at your cock. "Do you like this?" you ask as you stroke your shaft.
"Si."
"Do you want it?"