Ten... eleven... twelve. I let the weights settle back onto the stack after grunting the overhead press bar a dozen times. My thrice-weekly workout is a major part of my stress relief regimen. I never miss it. Today I was having an especially good workout, and I felt great.
The equipment room, like everything else in our club, is top notch. All the latest machines from Cybex, plus LifeCycles, Stair Masters, treadmills - everything the up-and-coming high-tech executive needs to keep in shape. As Chair of the Admissions Committee, I make sure that we have only the finest clientele - that can pay the exorbitant dues to maintain these high standards.
Today there was a new couple working out; they were hard to miss. He was medium height but very muscular, clearly someone who works out more often than most. She was quite stunning; I don't think my description can do her justice, but I'll try:
Just a couple inches short of six feet tall, and perfectly proportioned, she had short auburn hair framing a lovely open face. Her eyes were large and very blue. She wore skin-tight gray workout garb: a halter top that covered her large breasts but revealed a firm, flat midriff, and shorts that reached the tops of her knees. Her bare arms and legs were shapely and strong. She was fit, feminine, and fabulous.
Dick Rodgers came out of the locker room and spotted the new couple. He greeted them, then spotted me giving my best to the curl machine. Dick brought them over and made introductions. Jim and Colleen, applying to be new members as Dick's guests. Jim's handshake was like a vise, and Colleen's was almost as firm. Her hands were very soft, and I immediately noted her long, red nails - kind of a weakness of mine, if you must know. Jim and Colleen seemed pleasant enough.
They continued their workout, and so did I. Clearly an expert on the various machines, Jim was guiding Colleen through her paces. I couldn't help but glance in her direction every so often. As she pulled down the lat bar (with more weight than I attempt) her breasts pushed forward with each stroke. Okay, once in a while I stared. On the calf machine, her round firm bottom flexed on every rep. She sat down at the curl machine next to me as I pushed the tricep bar. As she wrapped her fingers around the grips and began her set, she caught me looking at her hands. Probably used to that kind of attention, she just smiled.
While I was nearing my 25th minute on the treadmill, they finished their workout. With a quick kiss, they parted company and went to their respective locker rooms. Five minutes later I stepped off the slowing belt and headed there myself.
The area around my locker was deserted. From the showers I heard a single loud spray of water. I peeled off my sweaty clothes, picked up my soap and towel, and strode down the hall. The tile floor was cool on my bare feet when I reached the jacuzzi and shower area. Over the sound of the water spray I heard a man's low moan, "Uhhh... uhhh... uhhh..."
There are two long rows of eight showers, each open at the back but separated by a low tiled wall. At the farthest stall on the right I saw Jim, but he didn't see me. The wall shielded him from the armpits down, but I could see that he had his back to the nozzle; the water was splashing against the back of his neck. His head was tilted forward and he was rocking rhythmically and moaning. Oh, great, I thought, this idiot is jerking off in the shower! Well, there goes my recommendation for their membership.
I stepped across to the first stall on the left and turned on the spray. As I adjusted the temperature I thought: Maybe my quick impression was mistaken; I had to give him another chance, so I glanced back in his direction. Then I spotted her.
She was kneeling on the tile shower floor, her long calves pointed away from him. The vertical line of the wall hid most of her body from me, but I could see her naked shoulders and behind. Jim had his hands on either side of her head, which was moving forward and backward. She was giving him oral sex, right there in our shower! Imagine!
I turned away and stepped into my shower. They hadn't seen me, so perhaps I could just play dumb. They'd get it over with and get out, and I'd make sure they would never return. Meanwhile, I would just take my shower and mind my own business.
As I soaped up my body Jim's moans reach their peak. I have to admit that the thought of that exquisite creature on her knees just a few steps away was quite arousing. My mind drifted away for a second as I washed. My thoughts got the best of my hand for a brief moment, and it began washing my cock with undue interest. I stopped after a few seconds when I realized what was happening, thankfully before achieving an erection. After a few moments his shower turned off. I turned to face the spray before me and started washing my hair; a moment later I heard footsteps walk behind me and down the hall. I began rinsing the shampoo from my hair.
My head was taking the full force of the stream when I felt a firm hand on my shoulder - not something you welcome in a locker room shower. I turned around to see Coleen standing there wearing nothing but a smile. She lowered her hand to her side as she looked into my eyes.
"I certainly hope this won't affect our application for membership," she said earnestly, with just a hint of a smile.
I'm afraid I was speechless as I stared at the vision before me. She had been merely breathtaking in her workout togs; she was even more spectacular in the nude. Now her auburn hair was slicked back, further accenting her lovely face. Her breasts were firm and round, with rosy areolas and large pink nipples which now stood erect. Droplets of water stood out all over her fair skin, which would have been flawless but for a single tiny freckle just above her bikini line. Below was a heart-shaped patch of pubic hair that confirmed the authenticity of her coloring.
As shocked as I was at her behavior, and incredulous at her presence here in the men's locker room, I couldn't move. I was paralyzed by the sight of her perfect body, and more than a bit curious about her intentions.
"You see, my husband and I are recently married, and sometimes we just can't help ourselves," she explained, somewhat timidly. Her eyes lowered in a shy gesture as she continued. "Working out always gets us quite aroused." Her glance moved upward a bit, and before I realized what she was looking at she said, "Well... I see it does the same thing for you as well!"
I quickly followed her eyeline and confirmed that she was looking at my cock: firm from before, but still only partially erect. It pointed away from my body at a forty-five degree angle. Knowing she was staring, it gave an involuntary twitch of excitement. Just as quickly I looked back at her face, which was now turning upwards toward my own. Her eyes sparkled as her gaze met mine. In the same smooth movement she bent her knees and lowered herself to the floor, saying, "Now then, there must be something I can do to earn your support."
Before I could react she was kneeling on the tile floor right in front of me. The jet of water was blasting against my back as she leaned slightly forward, mouth open. She took just the head of my cock between her lips and closed them gently around it. I could feel her tongue licking the underside softly. Colleen raised her left hand and use her thumb and forefinger to take hold of the base of my cock. Her remaining fingers were splayed outward against my stomach. I couldn't help looking at her beautiful fingers and long red nails as they played in my dark wet hair. She moved her head forward and back slightly, just enough to tease the head of my cock.
She sucked it like a Tootsie Pop for several exquisite moments. Suddenly she tilted her head back slightly, released me from her oral grip, and looked up to assure me. "No worries, Jim's watching the door. We won't be disturbed," she said, assuaging a fear I hadn't had time to experience. Turning back to the matter at hand, she again engulfed just the tip of my cock between her soft, warm lips.
The fine spray that drifted over my back added a layer of mist to Colleen's beautiful wet body. Sucking firmly but sweetly, she moved her head forward quickly and back very slowly, concentrating on just the tip, coaxing me to a rock-solid erection after just a few moments.
Pushing herself back gently, she admired her handiwork. My cock jutted straight out from my body, pointing slightly upwards. She looked up at me and smiled, then stood up. What was she doing? She did a quick effortless pirouette on one foot, turning her back on me. Shifting her weight, she placed her feet at shoulder width. Bending forward in one strong motion, she presented her magnificent ass, which now framed her auburn-thatched pussy. One hand suddenly appeared between her legs, and her strong fingers parted her pussy lips. "Now give me a bit of that," she said breathlessly. I didn't take long to consider this invitation.
I took two small steps forward and placed my hands on her hips. My cock seemed to have a built-in homing device that directed itself straight ahead toward her pussy, which was at exactly the right height for my approach. The head of my cock stopped just as it touched her portal. I savored the warm wetness there for a second. Sensing my apprehension, she said softly, "Come on then, give it all to me." I pushed my pelvis forward and my cock slid deep inside her.
She was as strong and agile inside as her physique intimated. Her pussy caressed and squeezed my cock almost as dexterously as her mouth had. With her internal muscles she stroked my hard cock. I pulled back, then slid forward again. Her muscle action matched my thrusts perfectly. Her hand, which had presented the opening for me, now let go. Her gentle fingers reached further back between her legs until they touched my dangling balls. She caressed them as I slid my cock in and out. The touch of her soft fingers contrasted with the occasional brush of her hard nails against the tender skin of my ball sac. It was the most incredible feeling, and I wanted it to go on for hours. Soon it began to get the best of me, and all I could say was, "Oh... wait..."
Colleen knew just what I meant. She relaxed her internal grip on my eager cock, and leaned forward just enough to extricate herself from my pole. All I could do was stand there, my throbbing cock pointing straight ahead, ready to burst. She stood up and turned around to face me. Reaching forward as if to shake my hand, she turned her hand palm down and took hold of my aching cock. Her large hand closed around it, covering it completely. Stepping to my right side, she cozied up next to me. In my suddenly heightened sense of awareness I could feel her breasts pressed against my upper right arm and her wiry pubic hair against my thigh. Her left arm reached across my back, and she grasped my left bicep firmly.
She began stroking my cock with her hand. Slowly and steadily she began raising and bending her right leg, brushing it against my knees, then moving up to my quadriceps. Finally she rested her firm thigh against my balls, providing a most amazing sensation. I felt completely engulfed by her powerful sexual presence.
I could only stare downward at the incredible goings-on. Her strong hand moved up and down my cock, still slippery with her juices. Colleen glanced at my face and saw where I was looking. Slipping off the end of my cock, she turned her hand palm up and slipped it under my cock. She paused for a dramatic second, then wrapped her fingers around my shaft - just as I'd watched her do on the curl machine earlier. The sight of her long, red nails against my swollen purple cock gave me a shudder of delight. "There, that looks better, now doesn't it?" she asked, knowing full well how much it turned me on. Just the tip of my cock protruded from her elegant fist as she resumed stroking.
Her thigh pressing against my balls, her beautiful hand pumping my cock, and it was more than I could take. I groaned with delight as the sensation reached its peak. Sensing my imminent climax, Colleen worked with even greater vigor. Every bit of energy and strength from her workout was now directed toward my cock. I signalled my delight with a long squirt of hot cum, which she met with a gasp of her own. Her thigh pushed gently upwards in rhythm with her hand, further encouraging my swollen balls, and they came through with everything they had. Each squirt seemed to originate from deep inside my groin. She pumped and squeezed what seemed like a dozen foot-long blasts from my tingling cock.
With a final jerk of my body indicating the end of my pleasure, she continued to stroke my now-flagging cock, delivering the last few drops remaining inside. My cum caught the flow of water from the shower and headed for the drain. Colleen unwrapped herself from around me, holding my soft cock gently until the last.
Finally giving my cock a soft, affectionate squeeze, she released her velvet grip. Stepping back slightly, she looked into my eyes and smiled. "I surely hope you'll approve our application for membership. We really like the club very much, and I know I'd enjoy seeing you here now and again." A quick wink, and she turned and walked away.
