As I mentioned before, I was in the gym after work for strength training and in the pool in the morning for cardio. At first I had thought the afternoons would be better for the pool. I imagined bikini clad women tanning with their tops off and getting loose with afternoon drinks. In reality, this was an office complex not a college campus. It was a lap pool without deck chairs or direct sunlight.
The number of women that swim for a workout instead of running is also a lot smaller than I realized. Sure, I love a babe in a one piece, I've cranked down to Baywatch countless times. The show and the movie. But what I was presented with wasn't worth adjusting my schedule around.
So I started swimming in the morning. There were always two or three women there, and the cold would at least make their nipples visible. That was enough of a draw to keep me coming back.
So I'm sorry to say I can't regale you with bikini bombshells slathering sunscreen on their bare chests and thong covered ass cheeks. But I can quickly tell you about an experience I had one morning in the locker room.
Like everywhere else at this complex, there was a brand new, unused men's locker room. There were about 20 lockers and a large communal shower room with shower heads sticking off the wall. As you can imagine, I was always the only person there.
One morning, as I headed to the locker room after my swim, I noted a sign on the women's locker room door. Out of service. Interesting.
There were two women still swimming in the pool, and after checking the pace clock on the wall, only 45 minutes until the work day started. The wheels started turning in my head.
I headed into the locker room and sat. I patiently waited in my suit for about 10 minutes before stripping down and hitting the showers. I timed it perfectly, because right as I turned on the water I heard a voice calling in.
"Um, hello? Is anyone there?"
I quickly squirted shampoo in my hand and lathered up my hair, pretending I didn't hear anything.
"Hello?" I heard again, closer this time, and then a gasp."
I turned around and feigned shock as I saw the two women from the pool standing there with their hands over their mouths.
"What the fuck?!" I yelled as I covered myself with my hands, soap dripping from my head to my chest.
They were both staring with guilt at my body with wide eyes and open mouths. They looked very similar, I could argue siblings, but probably not. They were about 5'7" with similar body types. Athletic, broad shoulders, with average sized tits and nice toned legs. Their hair was still wet so I couldn't tell the styles they wore, but one was blond and one brunette. Both down past their shoulders.
After a few moments of silence the brunette spoke up. "I-I'm sorry, we didn't know if you were still here. Our locker room is locked."
I didn't say anything, just continued to stare with fake horror.
She continued, "We don't really know what to do, we can't be late but need to shower. Would you, um, mind?"
I let them stand awkwardly for a few antagonizing moments, before responding.
"Geez, I mean I guess. I can't be late either, so as long as y'all are comfortable." I moved my hands back up to my head and started washing my hair again. Revealing my member hanging between my legs.