"Same time next week! Don't be late!" Sandra shouted at her students as they left. They waved and exited the scuba shop through the back door. Sandra took in a deep breath, she loved the smell of the indoor pool, chlorine burning her nose. She grabbed a dark green towel and wrapped herself in it. She dried herself carefully and went to the front of the store.
"Hey Sandra, how was the lessons?" Greeted the spunky girl Sandra hired to sell equipment while she was in the pool with students.
"Good, last group today. It is four, I doubt any customers will come in now, we can close up early."
"Sweet!" The girl bolted from behind the cash register. "I will lock up the front. See you Monday!"
Sandra smiled watching the teen escape early on a Friday. She headed to the locker room to shower and head home herself. She gently peeled off her bright pink swim suit. The full piece was tossed into the sink with little thought.
She walked naked in the locker room, feeling completely at ease in her home away from home. She reached the showers and turned it to full heat. It didn't take long for the steam to take over the small locker room. Sandra stepped into the hot shower and began washing her smooth tanned legs. They were long and athletic, her second sport was running. She was tall for most women at 5' 8". It had always given her an advantage in longer strides.
Once she finished her legs she scrubbed her butt and vagina. No hair in sight on her sleek body. She spent longer than needed while scrubbing her lower region. Her body shook slightly as she passed over her sensitive clit. It had been a year since she last had sex. Masturbation was her sole outlet, and she always got so horney after swimming in the pool. It was her common habit to play with herself in the showers after diving lessons.
"Ah!" She released a moan, the shop was closed, no one would hear her. Or so she thought. One of the students, Greg, had forgotten his phone in the locker room, and came back to retrieve it. He heard the shower and decided he would just sneak in and out, but Sandra's moan piqued his interest. The steam from the shower aided him as he peeked into Sandra's shower.
Her body was lean. Her ass looked to be the perfect handful. His hand itched wanting to grope the flesh. Her skin was a toasty tan, everywhere sun touched, and such, her ass was a bright white. He wished she would turn around so he could see if her breasts were tan as her legs or white like her ass.
Sandra braced herself with her left hand against the shower's wall and continued to flick her clit with her right. She was teasing herself, enjoying the moment. Her clit was hard and erect, she could easily pinch the sensitive flesh with her thumb and pointer finger. Sandra pulled and twisted it, releasing a long moan. Her head shot back in bliss, her short wet locks slapped against her back and neck.
Greg's dick grew hard from seeing the woman pleasure herself. His mind raced, wondering if he should leave like he had originally planned... but the blood had already ran to his hard prick and the brain did not think further than pleasuring himself. He pulled out his thick cock, the veins pulsed with blood. He ran his hand up and down his inches. He was going slow, enjoying the feel inside the steamy locker room. He pulled his foreskin up and down, his rough calloused hands sent small chills down his spine. The rush from the environment exciting him more and more.
Sandra quickened her teasing, she turned around in the shower and leaned against the wall for support. Her eyes closed tight as she pushed two fingers inside her wet pussy. The water poured down her body, beading on her small breasts. Her muscles flexed in her arms as she quickened her pace wanting the release.
Greg watched her and was pleased to see two tanned orbs. He thought how kinky Sandra was to tan topless, perhaps it was the same reason she masturbated in the locker room. He quickened his strokes along his dick that grew slick from the steam and his precum. "Mmm..." He hadn't meant to, but he released his own moan.
Sandra's hearing was sharp, she hadn't moaned herself, her eyes opened wide as she saw Greg mastrubating with her. She did not scream, she had lost her voice. Her mind went blank, and all she could do was stare at Greg.
Greg stopped moving, he had moved too far forward to watch Sandra and there was nowhere to run, especially with his swim trunks around his ankles. Sandra's eyes looked over Greg, he was a toned guy. He was short compared to the average man, and perhaps developed a complex so he worked out a lot. She eyed his arms that were wider than her thighs, pure muscle. She followed his left hand down and noticed his giant cock. She couldn't help but compare it to the size of the last man she was with... and her thoughts danced around the fact it had been so long since she was
really
satisfied.