Wanting You

Every week, I've been watching you at the gym, the shimmer of your muscles; your clothes drenched in sweat as you push through working harder until you reach your goal; swing your towel over your shoulder and walk past me, brushing your towel against my hand, smiling slightly as I stare at your firm body. Every week, we flirt slightly as I wait for you to make your move. Every time I feel like I cannot take anymore, I just want you to take me. Frustrated and exhausted I grab my towel and head to the showers. Grabbing my bag, I head into one of the stalls and sit it on the seat, throwing my towel over the top as I turn on the shower and slip out of my gym clothes. Naked I stand there, feeling the water on my skin, wondering if the warmth sent heat through your muscles relaxing them as it did me. I begin to run my hands over my body, lifting my breasts and letting the water run underneath. Closing my eyes, I picture your hands, running smoothly over my body, your touch perfect, making me crave you all so much more. I reach down, spreading my legs slightly, brushing my hand along the opening of my pussy, guiding the warm water along it. I can't believe how good the thought of your hand feels. Letting the water run down my back, I lean, resting one hand against the tiled wall as I rub my dripping lips, teasing myself, just wanting to take the edge off, somewhat delusional in believing I could control myself. Softly, I slide two fingers in, pressing as deep as I can, delighted with the thought of your fingers inside me. In and out I motion, feeling myself as I bite down on my lip, muffling my moans. I want you so bad it is unbelievable. Whatever I do to myself, however I make myself scream, it will never be enough, I want you so bad. Faster and faster I motion, forcing another finger in and with my back arched, water running between my ass cheeks, I feel myself as I begin to tingle, craving that rush of pleasure and your cock as I orgasm uncontrollably. I move faster and faster, pressing in as deep as I can, stretching the sides as I wiggle my fingers wanting to feel whole. How I want you, I want you so bad, these fingers are not enough. Leaning my head against the tiles, my other hand chilled, I begin to rub the top of my pussy, faster and faster I begin to shake it as I force my fingers in and out unrelentingly. "Fuck me. Fuck me." I want to scream, as I feel myself getting closer and closer, building up as I try to control it, not wanting to cum yet, wanting to feel you some more. I can't control it; I tense up so tight, before the sudden rush of relief, followed by the warm flow of pussy juice between my thighs. As I slow it down, I can't believe how good you could feel. I still want you so bad, but do I risk one more? Of course I do, I cannot help it. You're everything I want and so much more. I want you to take me over and over, make me scream, beyond the point that I cannot take anymore. I begin again, rubbing myself, legs spread as wide apart as they can go, so I can press deeper into my pussy, stretching it again wanting to feel every inch. I rub my clit again, wanting to scream with delight as I once again begin to feel the rush. To have you, I'd do anything. To feel you inside me would be pure bliss. I tense up again; biting so hard on my lip, I taste blood as my pussy squirts again and I cum so hard, and my fingers are forced out. Wanting to taste myself, I suck my fingers, lapping up my sweet pussy juices, pretending it's your fingers I am suckling. I wash my body, still craving you, wanting to kiss you, sucking all over your body, tasting you, my mouth filled with delight. I turn off the shower, dry myself and get dressed. I sling my bag over my shoulder and exit the change room only to see you there smiling at me, like you know what I had just done as I walk past the reception desk. I smile back at you, looking you up and down as I exit, knowing I'll see you next week.