Nine, ten, eleven, she silently counted down her last set of sit-ups, and finally, forcing one last effort from her aching body, twelve!
With that, she fell back onto the mat and closed her eyes, completely finished from her demanding evening workout. Tired in a good way, she just lay there, her voluptuous breast rising and falling in rapid sequence and her heartbeat slowly returning to its normal rate. Her pigtail got loose, and her curly red hair framed her sweaty face.
Emma was content. After a long week full of office work, the weekend was finally there. And the weekend meant that Nathan came home after five days on the road! As a passionate woman, a week without sex was an unusually long dry season for her. She very well knew what was on the menu tonight, and anticipation put a big smile on her face. Hopefully, two hours from now, she would be on her hands and knees struggling not to fall off the bed, while he'd pound her relentlessly from behind, pumping all his built up arousal and frustration into her pussy. Or ass, if he preferred that.
Emma was so badly in need after five days without penetration that she was down for everything.
Involuntarily, her hand had been wandering up her body and was resting on her right breast now. She could feel her nipple even through the sports bra, reacting to her indecent fantasizing. In the background, the music system played a new song. It was hot in the gym, even though it wasn't very crowded tonight. It had been close to 40° Celsius all day, and with the summer sun shining on the large panorama windows that allowed a nice view of the riverside, even the AC running on full power couldn't successfully cool down the heated room. Her whole body was glistening with sweat.
Emma took a look at her phone, it was almost seven o'clock. High time for her to hit the shower. When she got up from the mat, her sweaty body made a sticky sound. Back on her legs, she realized how exhausted her body was. God, she was looking forward to that fresh, cold water, cleaning her skin and caressing her worn-out muscles.
Through the almost empty gym, she walked over to the Ladies' changing room and opened the door. There was only one other woman in there.
The slim girl, naked except for a towel wrapped around her head, briefly looked up when Emma walked in. Silently greeting her with a nod and a smile, she passed by her, opened her locker, and quickly changed out of her drenched workout clothes. Soon, she was wrapped in her towel and ready for the shower. The younger girl was still in the nude, applying moisturizer on her long, shapely legs.
Emma let her eyes wander up and down her body. Even though she considered herself straight, she appreciated the view of a sexy female body.
And this one here was quite a hottie. With a blonde pixie cut, tiny and slim but still feminine, she had the great posture and harmonic movements of a person who exercised a lot. A beautiful tattoo of ivy covered her left thigh, growing up from her knees to her hips, with one branch ending on her neatly shaved mons pubis. Her clit was pierced, just like both of her nipples, which made them look even bigger on her small perky tits. When she turned to pick up something from her locker, Blondie was now showing Emma her toned backside and firm round little butt that most women would die for. She was just getting into her panties and bra, not that she really needed the latter, Emma thought.
Oh, cute little Blondie, I wonder what you'd look like on your knees, a collar around your pretty neck and hands bent behind your back, giving your boyfriend a deep sloppy blowjob...? Or is it a girlfriend waiting for you? I bet your ass looks even better in a 69 when she's sucking that piercing into her mouth till she drowns in your juices...
She shook her head to think straight again. Jesus, I really am horny, she thought. About time I'll get fucked tonight!
Emma grabbed her towel and opened the door to the shower stalls. At least that's what she tried to do, as the door stayed closed. She took a step back and read the handwritten sign taped onto the glass door: "Under repair."
"What the hell?" she exclaimed.
"Oh, yeah. Our shower's broken. Some pipe burst or something." Blondie put on a tank top that exposed her flat belly.
"I see", Emma laughed, "now this really is a perfect day for a broken shower.''
Squeezing her ass into her tight-fitting shorts, Blondie replied: "Well, the showers over at the guys are working fine and we are allowed to use them until these here are repaired.''
Emma looked at her in disbelief: "You can't be serious!''
"I am. Ask the receptionist if you like, she'll tell you the same. I just took my shower there.''
"You did? Wasn't it awkward?" Emma sounded concerned.
"Yeah," Blondie chuckled, "a little bit. But still less awkward than a half-hour ride home sticky with sweat in a crowded bus. I was so soaked after my cardio that not taking a shower simply wasn't an option."
Emma nodded and sighed.
Blondie kept talking while facing the mirror, putting her earrings back in place.
"It's really no big deal. The guys know about our shower situation; there is a sign on their door as well. Besides, it is quite empty tonight, and it's mostly women working out anyway. Guess there is some football on the TV or something. There was only one dude in the changing room when I walked in, and he was super respectful.“
She gave Emma an amused look.
''It's not like you'll have to squeeze into a shower packed with naked men", she winked, before she slipped into her boots and shouldered her backpack.
"And after all, there is no other option, apart from taking your shower at home.''
With that, she turned to the door and left. Emma watched that tight little ass wiggle away.
The changing room fell silent. She hesitated. As a confident woman of almost thirty years, she wasn't a prude, not at all. She liked her curvy body, and neither her own nor other people's nudity made her uncomfortable. She was nude in the sauna or at the beach all the time.
But right now, walking over to the guy's locker room naked, only wrapped in her towel, she felt different. Like an intruder. Or rather like prey, deliberately walking into the predator's cave.
--- --- ---
She swung open the door to the locker room, and a sigh of relief escaped her. It was completely empty. Unsurprisingly, the Gents' room looked just like the Ladies'. The smell of men's perfume and male sweat, as well as a few pairs of men's shoes next to the lockers, were the only signs that Emma found herself in a place she didn't belong.
Even though she was alone, Emma felt the need to be silent. She hardly made a noise when she sneaked through the changing room. Holding her breath, she looked into the group shower.
A white-tiled square room with four showerheads installed in the walls. Of course, it was empty as well. Otherwise, she would have heard the water running. But she still felt relief.
Disappointment? No, relief. Definitely relief.
Blondie was right. She didn't have to "squeeze into a shower packed with naked men". And who would have wanted that?
Let's not waste any time, girl, she said to herself, dropped her towel on a bench, and walked into the shower.
When the first spray of water hit her face, it was pure bliss. She closed her eyes and enjoyed the moment. The heat, the stress, the noise, the dirt of the day, everything washed away by this delightfully cool water. After letting herself be sprinkled for a while, she scrupulously soaped herself. Her hands ran down her arms and she cupped her big tits. Brushing over her nipples, hard and pointy from the coolness of the water, it sent a familiar tingle of arousal through her body
Squeezed into a shower full of men, Blondie had said. A weird thought.
Imagine this group shower here, full of strong, muscular guys. Big naked guys with huge, hard cocks. Looking at me, exposed and at their mercy. Surrounding me, blocking my only way out. Grabbing me, talking dirty to me, passing me around... She soaped her belly and legs, clearly spending more time than necessary on her desperately sex-starved pussy. Just yesterday, she got waxed, and she loved the smooth feeling of her own skin.
It was when she soaped her butt, not without giving her butthole a soft massage with her index finger, when she first heard the footfall.
Emma froze and listened. There was no doubt. A locker was opened, and something was tossed inside. She heard the zipper of a jeans, a locker being closed. Then again, footfall was approaching. Her body tensed, and she was unable to move.
Why didn't I hurry up! she scolded herself. I could have been dressed by now if I had a little self-control. Emma, you're such a stupid horny slut sometimes!
She faced the door, saw it swing open, and there he was. Dark hair and a well-trimmed beard, looking only slightly surprised, with a wicked smile on his face. While Emma instinctively covered herself, he just stood there relaxed, facing her.
With one arm over her tits and one over her exposed cunt, she looked at the man with eyes wide open. He was huge. At least 6'4 and probably around 250 pounds. Thick veins were visible on his strong arms, his broad hairy chest bursting with strength. The whole physique of the stranger was impressive enough, but what she saw dangling between his legs could only be described as intimidating. Even flaccid, it had to be a good six inches.
While she was staring in the most obvious way, Big Guy broke the silence.
"So... it seems the Ladies' shower is still under repair?" he asked, slightly amused, with a surprisingly soft and calm voice.
Emma nodded, her mouth too dry to speak. She tried with little success not to stare at Big Guys gigantic cock, while still covering her own private parts.
"Well, no problem," Big Guy said with a shrug. "Lots of women used our shower over the last few days. Normally I would wait until you're done to give you some privacy, but today I'm in a hurry, so I'm afraid we have to share the shower room, if you don't mind?"
" 'Course not." Emma finally managed to say something. "It is your shower, after all; I'm the guest.“
Big Guy nodded, walked inside, and positioned himself under the shower to her right. He faced the wall, and soon the water started running down his muscle-packed back.
Still tense, Emma got back to her shower routine. She faced the wall to not give him a full frontal view. The worst nervousness was soon overcome, and when she shampooed her hair, she even dared talk to the well-endowed stranger: "So, all the women are fine taking a shower next to you guys? I find that hard to believe.''
"I guess those who aren't fine with it just take their shower at home," Big Guy answered, his voice muffled by the running water. "Some wait until there's no man left in the shower and then hurry up while the other guys wait for their turn, if they're considerate enough."
He turned to face her, grabbing his shampoo from the stacker. Easily a foot taller and twice her weight, he towered over her. Looking her right in the eyes, he added, "On the other hand, there were those who seemed to enjoy the thrill.''
Emma gulped. The presence of this strong, assertive man gave her goosebumps. She knew she should hurry to finish her shower and leave. Instead, she only retreated half a step and kept facing him, exposing herself to him.
"Enjoy the thrill?" she asked with a shaky voice.
"Sure," Big Guy said, "some women do like being the centre of attention."
Emma was mesmerized. She couldn't stop staring at him. He grabbed his dick, giving him a stroke or two while soaping, and took another step in her direction to put his shampoo back on the stacker. A step that would not have been necessary. His musky smell filled her nostrils.
"Some of them were quite obvious. Soaping their tits for minutes facing the guys, or bending over for no apparent reason. They enjoyed the attention, and we enjoyed the show. Harmless fun.
Well, mostly harmless at least, except for that one girl...“
Even if she wasn't so miserably horny, she would have been too curious not to demand details. "What did she do?“
Big Guy shook his head and laughed. "Crazy little thing. As a man, I shouldn't say that, but she really asked for it. We were alone in the shower, and she wasn't very subtle. Giving me seductive looks, "accidentally" brushing against me several times... and then she bent over and I saw that toy up her ass!“
Emma gasped. "No way!“
"I tell you! That slut went to the gym with a butt plug! When I saw that, I took my chance. Grabbed her, pulled that plug from her ass, stuffed her mouth with it and took her doggy.“
"Fuck!" Emma moaned, completely lost in the story. Unconsciously, she had started massaging her tits and pinching her nipples. Big Guy was still stroking his massive tool, no longer pretending to soap it. Emma couldn't turn her eyes away from that cock. Never in her life had she seen anything bigger.
''She even wanted me to fuck her ass. I first thought she was joking, but she literally begged for it. Such a slim-built girl, she was tight as hell, and it didn't work. But to make up for it, she let me fuck her throat and swallowed my load like a pro. Yeah, Ivy Girl was one of a kind...“
Big Guy was rock hard now, his dick pointing at her like an artillery gun. Emma couldn't believe it! Ivy Girl...?
''That young chick with the ivy tattoo?“
''Oh, you know her?" Big Guy asked. He had further closed in on her and was now only inches away, checking out her naked body without hesitation. Emma's nipples almost brushed against his abs, and she felt something hard and warm against her thigh.
''Well, obviously not as good as you do if you fucked her!''
Emma herself was surprised she had enough blood left in her brain for such a witty remark. In fact, she was trembling now, frantically rubbing her cunt. Within seconds, what was left of her morals and inhibitions was swept away by a wave of pure carnal lust. A strange shine in her eyes, she held his gaze and exclaimed with a voice that was half a moan: "Take me!"
Big Guy hesitated. "You mean..."
Emma couldn't wait any longer. Feeling a drop of pussy juice running down her upper thighs, she interrupted him.
"I said: Take me! I want to feel that beautiful cock inside me. Fuck me like you fucked Ivy Girl. Don't hold back, just use me and rip me open!"
With that, she dropped to her knees, licked her lips, grabbed his cock and started stroking it with both hands.
"I'm serious! Take me anyway you want, I'm your fuck piece. Fill me up, pound me till I'm sore. Don't ask me what I want, just do what you want! If I gag, push me deeper, if I cry, fuck me harder. I need that so bad now!“
As soon as the last word escaped her mouth, she shoved as much of his cock down her throat as she could, and started bopping her head enthusiastically. Big Guy let out a surprised, deep moan. "Shit, you really aren't shy, are you? Hope you know what you're in for here, woman. I can be a bit rough when I get going..."
Instead of an answer, Emma grabbed his firm butt and tried to impale herself deeper on his over-sized cock.
Big Guy took control now. He held her head with his big hands and started fucking her face, each stroke harder and faster than the one before.
Emma had sucked her fair share of dick over the years, but Big Guy pushed her to her limits. This wasn't a blowjob, this was her mouth being reduced to an orifice for him to stretch open. His immense girth forced her jaws apart, and soon tears blurred her vision. Her face flushed by the lack of oxygen, Emma gagged so hard that lines of saliva dropped to the floor from the corners of her mouth. Big Guy held her firmly in place as if he'd clamped her into a mechanist's vise, no way for her to retreat even an inch.
And she loved every second of it. In ecstasy, she did her best to accommodate him into her mouth. The water had long stopped running, and the shower room was quiet except for his heavy breathing, the sound of him sliding in and out of her sloppy mouth and her gagging and choking.
Then he released her. Gasping for air and her face all messed up, she struggled to hold her balance and nearly fell to the side. Big Guy only gave Emma a few seconds to recover, though.
He lifted her up like she was made of paper, turned her around and pushed her against the wall. Her tits were pressed against the cold tiles while she felt the heat of his body behind her. She felt his warm breath in her neck and his hard member poking her butt cheeks. Desperate to feel his dick inside her, she pushed her ass back into his crotch. With one unbearably slow but powerful movement, he parted her swollen pussy lips and thrust inside her.
''Oooaaah!''
What escaped Emma's mouth was raucous and wild, the sound of her complete surrender to her lust.
He started seriously fucking her, and every time he bottomed out inside her, her whole body rocked and she was squeezed uncomfortably against the wet shower walls. Big Guy stretched her pussy so perfectly, and she had been craving a cock inside her for so long that she was close to cumming after only a few thrusts.
Smack!
Emma twitched and made a high-pinched noise when his big palm landed on her left butt cheek.
Smack!
Another one hit her. ''Oh, yeah!" she exclaimed, the hard spanking sending a shiver through her body.
''You like that, right, slut?''
''Fuck yeah! Keep going! Harder!'' Emma wiggled her red, stingy ass, craving more spanking.
Smack! She felt his whole strength hitting her, while his cock pumped inside her. Her pussy tightened. Smack! The next slap pushed her over the edge. With another animalistic moan, Emma came like she hadn't come before. Her orgasm was so earth-shattering that she fell down on the floor, where she came to rest face down, breathing fast.
But Big Guy wasn't done with her yet. He spread her legs and again shoved his fat dick inside her sensitive post-orgasmic pussy. Pinning her to the ground with his strength, he kept pounding her, faster and harder now, and the rhythmic sound of two wet bodies clashing filled the shower room. His stamina was remarkable. Again, and again, and again, he pushed inside her, recklessly and without consideration for exhausted Emma, who groaned and whimpered but couldn't escape him.
Then he retreated from her. For a very short moment, Emma was sober enough to reflect on the situation. Here she was, lying in a patch of water in a public shower room, illuminated by unflattering neon lights, her nipples poking against the cold floor and her pussy stretched, soaked and sore. She shouldn't enjoy this. But she did. And she needed more.
''Take my ass now!" she demanded, lifting her hips from the floor and wiggling her reddened butt at him, spreading her cheeks invitingly.
"Shit..." he exclaimed with a raspy voice, and soon his body was on hers again. She felt Guy's cock in her pussy again, using her juices for lubrication.
Then, an overwhelming pressure against her pucker. But only for a moment, as he slipped away, grunting in frustration.
"Won't work without lube," he gasped.
"Come on, let's try!“ Only minutes after her orgasm, Emma was deliriously horny again and eager to push her limits. ''Just shove it in! I can take it. I want you to gape me open!"
Emma grabbed his cock and directed it back into place. She tried to relax her muscles as much as possible, while Big Guy started another onslaught on her asshole, pushing relentlessly.
Emma bit her lips. With her hands trying to find something to hold on to on the slippy ground, it looked like she was crawling away, when in fact she pressed back against him with as much power she had left.
Then she felt it. Her passionate submission seemingly bent the laws of physics, as his fat glans passed her muscle barrier and slid into her way too tight, forbidden hole.
"Oooh fuuck!"
Almost passing out from pleasure and pain, a scream escaped her so loud that everybody in the building must have heard it. Big Guy pulled back her hair so that Emma had to arch her back, and put his hand on her mouth so they wouldn't get caught.
But he was close now. And with the incredibly tight squeeze of his pulsing cock inside her warm hole, he couldn't hold back any longer. With one last thrust and a deep sustained moan, he came, filling her up with gush after gush of hot cum. Emma felt like a geyser exploded inside her and almost came again herself. Trembling from head to toe, she bit into his hand. Then he collapsed, and his body came to rest on hers.
The room fell quiet. Emma could hear water slowly dropping from one of the shower heads, felt his breathing in her neck and his heartbeat in his chest. In a strange way, Emma felt completely peaceful and satisfied with his weight on her, and his member still twitching in her ass. She didn't want this moment to end.
But soon enough, Big Guy got up. "Better get dressed now," he said, still catching his breath. "The classic line 'It's not what it looks like' would be hard to sell if somebody came in now.''
Still flat on the ground, Emma felt the unpleasant emptiness of her still gaping ass. She chuckled. "Yeah, you're right, I guess." She got back on her shaky legs. "I'm afraid I need another shower, though.''
With her messy hair sticking to her flushed face, and her whole body glistening from all kinds of body fluids, there was only one word to describe her properly: Emma looked fucked.
Big Guy laughed and wrapped himself in a towel. "I got to go now; I'm already late for my appointment. This was fun. Goodbye... eh...''
"Emma," she helped him out.
"Jake," he replied, hurrying towards the door.
Emma smirked. "Goodbye then, Jake. By the way, my next workout is scheduled for ten o'clock on Sunday...''
He nodded, a knowing smile on his face, and winked at her. Then the door closed, and gone he was.
--- --- ---
Slowly and carefully, Emma made her way down the stairs to the bus station. Every part of her body was aching, either from her training or from Jake fucking the shit out of her.
Inside the bus, she had to suppress a whimper when she sat down on her poor, abused ass.
"Hey, my love, I'm on my way home now and I'll bring Chinese for dinner. Can't wait for your kisses.
I'm afraid I pushed myself too hard at the gym - I'm sore as hell. I know we both wanted to make love tonight, but I'm really not in the condition right now. Sorry Babe :( I will suck you off though before we go to bed, okay? See you soon, sweetheart!'''
Emma pressed "send", and rested her head against the window, watching the sunset over the river.
The bus passed another pothole with a bump, and she felt some more of Jake's cum leaking from her ass.
God, I hope the plumbers take their time repairing the shower, she thought with a smile.
