Everyday I see you, I see you looking at me. You watching me, you watch me as I swim. You are the reason that I still come to the Health Club. You are the reason I still get up every morning that early and swim in the cold water. You are always here swimming with me when most people are still in bed. We have the pool to ourselves. I don't know your name, but I know your body. I know that look in your eyes as you watch me get out of the pool. As you watch me as I dry off. As I rub the towel over my shoulders and arms. As the towel travels down past my breast, my nipples rise; they feel you looking, you watching wishing that your hands were rubbing me in place of the towel. As I continue down my body I let the towel linger on my waist, hips and butt, taking my time, letting you watch. Then I wrap the towel around me and walk into the locker room. Knowing your eyes are following me, I allow my hips to sway causing the towel to flip as I walk.
I know this because I'm watching you. I look down the hall, as I make the turn at every lap, waiting for you to come into the pool. I watch you as you walk over to you lane, stretching as you go. What a body your have, I dream of your arms around me, your lips kissing mine, my head against your chest. All I can think of as you slid into the pool is how you look and how you must look when you are showering.
I watch you swim, counting the laps until you get out. I watch you as you slip out of the pool and grab your towel. I watch you as quickly dry off walking to the locker room. I see the look in your eyes. I know that look because I feel the same way. The difference is today. Today as you walk into the looker room, I will follow. Today I am going to fulfill my fantasy of seeing you, being with you.
At first you don't notice me as I stand at the door, watching you. I watch you take off your suit. I watch you head to the shower. I lick my lips knowing what will happen next. I hear the shower running, I walk into the shower and pull back the curtain. At first you are startled, but as you see it is me your mouth curls into a slight smile. I drop to my knees and take your cock into my hand, holding it, stroking it, admiring it in all its beauty. I cup your balls and roll them in my hand feeling their weight. I lean over and trace the trail of water with my tongue as it runs over your cock. With each stroke of my tongue, your cock rises, getting harder. I love the look of it as the water runs over it. I start at the tip and run my tongue in little up and down strokes to the base. I then take your balls into my mouth sucking gently at one then both while I stroke your cock with my hand. I hear you moan as your weight shifts.