"Christ!" Blaine spat as he tried to dust himself off. "I need a fucking shower."
"Blaine, honey," Marie soothed, looking at her watch glumly. It was getting late and all her weekend musings seemed headed for the mountain of unfulfilled fantasies she already constructed about this kid. "It's getting late. Maybe I should just drive you home now and you can clean up."
"Yeah, maybe..." Blaine responded, continuing to battle the dusty grime covering his clothes and him. He'd slipped off his tee shirt and was beating it against his jeans like a colonial wife giving her rugs their ritualistic spring thrashing. To Marie, it looked like the dust of one garment was just being exchanged with that of the other.
"There used to be..." Blaine continued hesitantly, walking down a hallway as Marie followed. "Yes! It's still here!" Blaine said triumphantly.
He opened a door and both were standing in a small room with a half a dozen or so lockers in it. "The coaches used to shower here and sometimes they let us team captains use it too."
There was a desk with a few threadbare towels folded and stacked on it. Blaine kicked off his shoes and socks before grabbing one of the towels. He turned his back to Marie and lowered his jeans. Today he wore no underwear, just gorgeous charcoal colored skin.
"Would you get my gym bag out of the car?" Blaine asked without looking around at Marie. "I've got some clean workout clothes in it that I can put on afterward."
Had Blaine deliberately left what would precede "afterward" unspecified Marie wondered while she went to the car and he to the shower. Was afterward restricted to just his shower or would there be additional activities between the showering and his donning his clean outfit?
The water was still running when Marie returned. The room was completely tiled except for the ceiling and upper third of the walls. The entrance to the shower was about twice as large as the average doorway and open. Despite how hot it was outside, Marie could see steam billowing from inside.
Marie held Blaine's gym bag in her hand as she stood in the outer office area while he showered.
He can't be that dirty,
she smiled to herself as the shower continued far longer than she'd expected. She was tempted to peek around the corner to see if she could get a look at Blaine's cock. She'd taken two half steps toward the opening when the water stopped
She'd backed up a few steps by the time Blaine rounded the corner rubbing a towel across his closely cropped hair. To Marie's disappointment, he wasn't naked. There was a somewhat small rectangle of terry cloth surrounding his waist, draping down almost to his knees. Circumstances had conspired yet again to require that she continue to imagine his penis, an object that had consumed so much of her thinking that summer.
If truth were known, she'd probably not spent as much elapsed time in her life considering a single male appendage as much as she had Blaine's. Not any of her schoolgirl boyfriends, nor anyone she'd seen in porn movies, nor Andre's whose she'd spent years masturbating over, not even her own husband's. If truth were known, she'd probably not spent as much time contemplating all those other cocks combined as she had Blaine's that summer.
The towel around Blaine's waist was knotted at his side and his bare hip showed. The front was slightly tented by a pole that lay in repose a couple of inches short of the bottom of the towel. Marie couldn't take her eyes off that tent. She'd "seen" it before of course, bulging in Blaine's jeans, straining at the denim, causing the young man such pain he'd had to turn around and rip down his pants.
This was different, though. Blaine, it, his cock, was far less contained by that towel than it had been by his Wranglers. That towel was secured by a single knot. At any moment that knot could fail sending the white rectangle tumbling to the floor. Marie stared at the front of that towel and, as she stared, she swore she saw it move.
After a minute or so, there was no doubt in Marie's mind. Blaine's cock, hidden by that towel, was getting bigger. It was pushing outward and upward and the result was as incredible as it was undeniable. The bottom of the towel was rising as it was pushing away from Blaine's body.
The towel was still hanging predominantly downward and Marie could see that whatever was elevating it was already perhaps double her husband's equipment. There was nothing Dave could have done save place an extension on his penis that would have moved the towel as far as Blaine had already done and he seemed to have a long way to go yet.
As the towel moved away from Blaine's groin and rose from the floor, Marie could see that single knot on Blaine's hip becoming even more tested, more strained. The towel parted farther exposing Blaine's black hip to Marie's eager eyes. She felt her mouth water and swallowed to drain it. She wasn't aware that she had licked at her lips several times but Blaine was.
The towel pushed up and the knot stretched. The white cloth, twisted and folded into a tenuous clasp, moved, sliding and jumping small distances pushed outward by the continuously expanding organ probing the fabric covering it.
Despite the creeping movement toward an inevitable conclusion, the end came quite suddenly. Marie gasped audibly when the knot gave way and the towel shot outward and upward but not off. The cock bounced up and down four or five times taking the damp white terry cloth with it.
Marie's mouth hung open as the true length and girth of the phallus became clear to her. That a hard on that big could support a wet towel and still stand straight out from a man's body astounded her. She had become used to her husband's partial erections that couldn't support even its own weight let alone a hefty, wet towel hanging over the end of it.
