   INAPPROPRIATE CONDUCT, CHAPTER ONE


   The bulletin board at the gym had a large white flier announcing a four-hour long members-only nude gym session. Details on the flier specified that sexes would not be split whatsoever, though appropriate conduct was “absolutely required”. In fact, to be sure of this, gym staff would be monitoring the workout area, or so it read. The pool would not be open to nude swimming and the basketball court would not be open to “nude hoops”, though it said these two might be soon available. He was hoping he would be working on that day.
   Dan repeated the date in his head. “Two weeks from today,” he thought to himself. “Two weeks from today. Two weeks from today. If I can request it, request the day that is two weeks from today.”
He felt a person behind him and assumed that the person was reading the board from over his shoulder. Fearing the embarrassment that he might be caught looking at that particular flier, he shifted his eyes away from the flier about the nude gym session. Instead, he was now looking at a flier about swimming lessons for the elderly – sexagenarians and up. He pointed to it and tapped it a few times with his finger to draw the person’s attention there.
   “That looks interesting,” Dan uttered out loud without thinking about what the flier actually read.
   A feminine voice spoke from behind him, “No, that does.” She stepped forward and pointed to the flier he was initially looking at. She was attractive – at least twenty five and fit. Her hair was dark brown and pulled back into a neat ponytail, showing her high cheekbones and glowing skin. Her lips were so small and round – he imagined kissing them and how they might feel around his –
   “Are you going?” she asked him, looking to him from his hairline down to his ankles in a sweeping downward glance. She was short, at least only five feet and four inches. Her eyes looking up to him were light brown and direct, almost dominating. He wouldn’t be intimidated though. He rested his hands on his hips confidently.
   “Yep,” he said, raising his chin up a bit.
   “I’ll see you there then.” She walked off, headed towards a stair climber. She was fit, gray shorts that cruelly wrapped around her thighs. Her legs were shapely and crept down to her tennis shoes. He imagined how dainty her feet might be, and what it would be like to kiss them.

   Later the next week, while at work, he was emptying boxes of towels and wristbands in a storage room in the back of the gym. Afterwards, he crept out of the room to bring a box of towels to the front for gym members. They were expected to walk through the gym area for two obvious reasons: to check on the clients, and because it was the quickest way to a destination in the building in most cases.
   On his way through, he noticed the young woman from the previous week. She was walking in through the door he was headed towards. She approached him and grabbed a towel out of the box.
   “Can I have one? They’re all out at the front.”
   “Sure.”
   “Thanks.”
   She moved on past him. He watched her, his walk being sluggish. She was headed towards the women’s locker rooms. Thoughts of abusing her ran through his mind.
   He dropped off the box, made short conversation with a coworker, and then went through the gym again. This time, he could check on her and have the quickest way to his destination. He walked slowly again, noticing that she was not out of the locker room yet. As he approached it – having to walk past it – she came out. He blinked several times as he stared. She was nude with the exception of her shoes.
   He stopped and stared. She was walking, her legs just far enough apart in her stride to show her bald pussy. Her stomach was flat and smooth, and it complimented her hips beautifully. Up his eyes went. Her small tits of even smaller, pink nipples, did not bounce at all as she walked. He wanted to grab them, rub his dick on them in neat circles around her hard nipples and then cum all over them. His cock grew stiff in his shorts, which was a bit noticeable.
   He jogged to her quickly.
   “Ma’am, excuse me. I’m sorry, but that isn’t until next week.”
   She looked to him baffled. “What?”
   “The nude uhh…” he couldn’t keep his mind right.
   “Oh! That!
   She looked to him, covering herself up as best as she could with the small towel. “I should probably go change then.”
   He smiled at her casualness over it. Most people would trot off embarrassed and maybe make a bit of a scene. She let out a smile as well and then a soft, seductive laugh. It was all the invitation he needed. She stepped quickly back to the locker room.

   He looked around if any of the other clients had noticed. None of them seemed to, or if they did they didn’t care. After some time assisting clients with trivialities, he wandered his way back to the door of the women’s locker room. He checked around for anyone looking in his direction and, as it was apparently clear, snuck in. His eyes peered around and listened for anyone else being in there.
   Nothing was to be heard except a loud breathing. At first, it sounded like a faint sobbing. Perhaps she really was embarrassed? He walked in the direction of the sound, which was coming from just a few rows of lockers from the entrance.
   Stepping into the row, he saw her. She was on a bench between two walls of lockers, leaning against the locker room’s wall at the end. Her legs were spread wide with two of her thin fingers were rubbing on her clit in a vertical, rapid motion. Her pussy was pink, wet, and glistening from the fluorescent lights of the room. With her eyes closed and mouth open, she had her other hand cupping her left breast and massaging it roughly. He couldn’t resist. He couldn’t resist from the moment he walked into the locker room.
   He walked over to her from the left side, and through squinting eyes she looked up to him and continued playing with herself. She took her hand off her breast, grabbed the waistline to his shorts and underwear, and tugged them down in one swift motion. His cock sprang out, facing her directly. She looked at it and stared admiringly with thoughts of everything she’d like to do with it running in her mind. She took a firm grip of his cock and began stroking it, bringing the skin of it up to the head and then back down. He ran his tongue across his lips in pleasure. “That’s right baby, stroke it.” She stroked it faster.
   His dick felt warm in her hand. She could feel the veins of his shaft pulsating and the smoothness of his dick’s head as she stroked towards it. Hungrily, she leaned her head forward to it and kissed it. He let out a soft moan at the feeling of her puckered lips touching it. She kissed it several more times before licking it, curling her tongue around the head, into its slit, and then down to the shaft. He moaned yet again, and his breathing grew heavier.
   She finally brought his dick into her mouth. The feeling of her warm, wet mouth was absolutely incomparable.
   “Fuck baby…that feels so good.”
   She moaned on his dick in response. The humming made his cock twitch in her mouth as she sucked on it with a regular pace. He looked down, his eyes first watching her with her mouth full, and then looking down to her soaking pussy which she was still fingering. He watched as she took her middle finger, which was wet from her pussy, and began to slide it into her tight asshole. She worked her finger in and out slowly, using her thumb to rub her clit and resting her other hand back on her breast as she sucked him with greater vigor, tilting her head and nearly swallowing his cock.
   In five minutes of continued cocksucking, without pulling his dick out of her mouth even once, he came. A stream of his warm, thick cum filled her mouth in only a few spurts. It was too far in the back of her throat for her to catch any on her tongue and catch a taste; he grabbed the back of her head and pulled her in closer, bringing his dick to the back of her throat as he came.
   She eased the grip of her mouth on his prick. He drew it out of her mouth and pulled his underwear and shorts back up, still covered in her saliva. He grew disinterested and took his hand off of her head. Nonetheless, she swallowed his load down and continued fingering herself..
   “Thanks,” he said. “But remember, it’s one week from today.” He snuck back out of the locker room to go unload more boxes.