A young couple plans to revisit a hot encounter in the steam room of a local gym and unexpectedly find themselves in a hot threesum.
It had been months since I had let him fuck me in the steam room at the gym; let him drive his cock into my well lubricated cunt so we could both get off. My own ability to get off acting like a slut never ceases to amaze me. Nor, does my ability to allow him to push the limits of my comfort zone. Letting him fuck me in such a public place was just the latest escapade and it still made me wet when I thought about it. Or when just the other day he reminded me of it, made me tell him I liked being fucked in the steam room while he worked his cock in and out of me. Made me verbalize that I liked getting fucked where someone might catch us; might see me on my hands and knees taking a cock.
Tonight we had planned to try it again; I had agreed to let myself be used in public by him again. God, my sluttish behavior makes me wet. There is a certain freedom that comes with being a slut, to let my sexual nature breath, to let my wetness flow, to let my orgasms explode.
It was after ten on Friday night when we left the house almost guaranteeing the gym would be empty. We went through our little game in the workout area working up a good sweat which was nothing compared to the wetness between my legs. Sometimes I wonder if I’m abnormal with how wet I can get.
When his thirty minutes of cardio was done I headed to the locker room. I could feel his eyes glued to my ass. My yoga pants clung to curves and my long legs, at five foot eight I was long and lean. I worked out and it showed, I’m not hard and muscular but tight and firm. I have a body that is meant to be played with, he tells me frequently. I don’t look at him, purposely ignoring him as I walk into the locker room to change into my bikini. Lost in my own little world as I walk around the corner to my locker I almost ran into her.
“Excuse me.” I said as quickly as I could get words out, my eyes were glued to her. She was in the process of changing just wearing a bikini bottom the top dangled in her hand; I couldn’t lift my eyes from her tits. Much larger than my 34c’s these were easily DD’s and her pinkish colored nipples were pointing right at me. “I’m sorry,” the words stumble out of my mouth, catching a glimpse of other womans tits or ass in the locker room was one thing, but I was nearly ogling her from a few feet away.
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Published November 13, 2012
Erotica, Literature & Fiction.