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Subject: {ASSM} The Gym
Date: Fri, 13 Jul 2001 18:10:04 -0400
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At the gym there is this really cute little training instructor. She's
Indian, so she has a dark complexion, dark hair and a slight build. I,
on the other hand, am Celtic so my skin is fair (with lots of freckles)
and hair is red. She is not normally the kind of woman I would find
attractive, but she has an infectious smile. She's married (and so am
I), but the flirtations every day are great fun.
Well, yesterday at the end of my workout I headed for the showers. I
stripped off my clothes, grabbed a towel and went into the shower area.
However, I noticed that there wasn't any soaps in the dispensers. Since
I was going to take a shower anyway I figured I could lend her a hand
and fill them up while I was at it... save her a step. It also gave me
a chance to say hi and flirt a bit.
So, got dressing in my shorts (no reason to put the sweaty t-shirt back
on... or the shoes) and headed out to tell her what was wrong. "The
shower soap dispensers are empty again. If you'll get me the refill
I'll do it while I'm taking a shower."
"They're out? Again? I thought I just filled them yesterday." She
seemed pretty mad. Hmmmm, maybe telling her wasn't such a good idea.
There wasn't anyone in the gym except the two of us. Thursday's are
pretty light days, so she had the time to make the "repairs"
immediately. We headed over to the men's locker room. "Hello? Is there
anyone in there?" she shouted as she part way opened the door. No
response.
"I'm the only one here." I said someone sheepishly, trying to steer
clear of her wrath.
"Yea, I thought so, but it's better safe than sorry." With that she
strode in to the locker room and into the shower room.
When we got to the showers the dispensers were empty. "Well, damn!" she
said with a definate punch. "I guess I'll have to fill them again. I
don't know what you guys do to use so much soap, but if they need
filling I'll go get the soap."
"If you give me the stuff I can do it." I offered, trying to ease the
situation.
"No, it's my job. You go ahead and take your shower. I take care of
this." and she stormed out of the room.
Well, I wasn't sure what just happened, but ok, it obviously wasn't her
day. I headed back to my locker, dropped my gym shorts, grabbed my
towel (again) and headed in to take a shower (I generally use my own
soap anyway).
I started washing my long red hair and then rinsed it. While my head
was under the water, I heard her voice say, "excuse me a moment." and
then I felt her hand against my side as her arm reached behind my back
for the soap dispenser. Needless to say, I jumped. "I didn't mean to
scare you." she said as our eyes met. There she was standing right
next to me, completely naked. There was a large jug of liquid soap on
the bench behind her.
"No, it's alright. I just wasn't expecting you to fill them up now."
"You need soap don't you?" She picked up the jug and started pouring
some soap in her hand.
"Well, I have my own, but ...." and as I spoke she took her hand full
of soap and reached for my cock. I wasn't hard yet, but the moment
she touched me I was.
I stood there in shock as her hand worked up a nice lather. "After such
a workout, you'll want to make sure you're good and clean." Her body
stepped in closer to me. "Mind if I get in the water too? It's a bit
chilly standing in the breeze." I could smell her, the subtle mixture
of her natural odor with the exotic smell of the soap. I could feel
her, her body pressed against my side, her breasts touching me, her
thighs touching me, her hands touching me.
I moved over and let the water run between us. This made the lather on
my cock slowly rinse away, but that wasn't a problem. Her hand still
had plenty of lubrication with the running water. Finally, I was
coherent enough to make a move myself so I leaned down to kiss her. Her
eyes softly closed as our lips met. The first kiss was tender. The
second more passionate. The third, well, my arms wrapped around her, I
pulled her deep into my chest and as our bodies pressed hard against one
another our tongues explored another world.
It wasn't long before I was leaning her up against a wall and gyrating
my hips to gain access to her womanhood with my manhood. Somewhere in
all the movement, the spot was found and I slid in with one easy motion.
She gasped, as my cock pressed her vagina wide open. I arch my hips to
make sure my cock is driven all the way home, as her breasts press
against my chest. I look down. The mixture of her dark skin and black
pubic hair against my lily white skin and red hair is an explosion of
contrasts.
I kiss her neck while I let her get used to my size. Then as the
pressure is replaced with a warm, wet sensation, I begin rocking my
hips. She slowly begins to rock hers as well. My hands roam over her
body, felling the muscles, the flesh, the passion built up inside. She
takes her legs and wraps them around my waist, pressing her back to the
shower wall and bucking her hips. I wrap my arms around her hips and
begin thrusting against her with uncontrolled lust. The kissing stops,
but caressing stops, the only things that continues is the flow of blood
to my cock and the pounding of our hips together. I hear her moan; I
respond in kind. I hear her gasp and so do I. I hear her scream as
her orgasm takes flight. And with a few last grunts I explode into
her, sending stream after stream. The water is pounding on my back,
while my cock is throbbing in her cunt.
She colaspes into my arms, as we press together leaning against the
shower wall. After a long while of just enjoying the embrace, we move
to look each other in the eye. The look is long and soft, slowly
melting into a kiss. She then slides down, as I slide out. We finish
the show in silence, slowly soaping each other enjoying the touch.
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