Gym Membership Beginning To Pays Off Again

At the gym again, two days after my period, I was super horny. Looking around for my next conquest. There he was, working out on one of the weight benches. He is really tall, well over six feet. Dark hair and well-trimmed beard. Muscles bulging everywhere, but not gross. I felt myself getting wet just looking at his forearms and hands, they turned me on so much. The more I watched, the hornier I became. After about a half hour, I couldn't hold myself back any longer. I walked over to him, boldly pulled the Airpod out of his ear, discretely but firmly whispered "Follow me," and handed the Airpod back. He was stunned speechless. Before he could respond, I turned and walked away, headed toward the locker rooms. I wondered if he would follow me, or ignore me.

Entrances to the men's and women's locker rooms are across the aisle from each other at the rear of the gym. I stopped, turned around to see if he was coming. He was. And would be cumming soon, too. 

I ducked into the men's locker room. There were two guys in there, one half naked, puttering next to their lockers. The surprised looks on their faces were priceless. My conquest followed me toward the entrance to the shower stalls: a row of four stalls with short dividers between them, barely coming up as high as my chest. A person could walk down the length of the row and see everything in the stalls. Other than the dividers, there is no privacy. No one happened to be using the showers at the time.

I stripped, nonchalantly folded my things, laid them on the closest bench. The guys in the locker room watched, speechless, aghast. My conquest froze, didn't know what to do. With a nod of my head, I motioned for him to strip as I did. After a short pause, he did just that. He covered his boner, already standing at attention. I turned on the water in the first stall, the one closest to the entrance and visible from the locker room. I adjusted the temperature, stepped in. I pulled him in with me. Back on the gym floor, I worried his boner might be too long. If it's too long, a deep thrust hurts. Glad that he was average in that department. 

He is much taller than me. My head comes up to his chest, with it's sexy little patch of hair in the middle. I turned away and leaned back against him. I looked out into the locker room. Both of the guys were tapping away on their phones between glances in our direction. I pulled one of my conquest's hands around me and pressed it onto my pussy area. Instinct took over. He started masturbating me. His other hand came around and played with my little titties and nipples.

Next, I reached behind me so I could stroke him while he masturbated me. 

I felt a need for inside pressure build up. I covered his hand with mine, and pressed his finger to penetrate me. He understood and started pushing the finger in and out, then two. He started "scooping" right on my G-spot. While his fingers were fucking me, his palm was sliding around on my clit. I came within a minute or so! My legs nearly buckled from it. He steadied me by grabbing around my chest with his other arm. By that time there were a couple more guys in the locker room watching with wide open eyes and disbelieving looks on their faces. 

I turned around to face my conquest and continued with his hand job, while he bent down to kiss me. I caressed his chest, he played with my titties. A couple minutes later, I turned away from him again, spread my legs apart, leaned over and tried to hike my butt high enough to reach his boner. He got the hint, lowered himself and easily slipped it in. He wrapped his hands around my tittles to hold me from falling over. I clasped my hands behind my head. When he started cumming, I started masturbating my clit. We came together believe it or not.

I don't know how many guys were watching us. Word obviously spread through the gym. I uncoupled from my conquest, cleaned between my legs under the shower briefly, then gave our audience a show, a happy dance twirling around with my arms outspread. I thanked my conquest with a long kiss during which I gave him a nice squeeze, his hand roaming over my titties. I then broke free, calmly walked into the locker room proper. The gaggle of guys stopped murmuring and parted to let me through. I picked up my things and walked, naked and dripping wet, out of the locker room and across the aisle to the women's room. I heard a chorus of excited voices rise behind me saying things like "Dude!" and "You lucky bastard!" and "How'd you do it?" I walked into the women's room, to retrieve my tote and towels, dried off, dressed, and headed for the exit. I don't know his name, and he doesn't know mine. We never spoke a word to each other except for my initial "Follow me". 

On my way out, the manager intercepted me and ordered me into the office, whereupon he sternly lectured me that I shouldn't have done "that" and if it happens again, he'll revoke my membership. I played innocent: "What are you talking about?" He said I am on camera going into the men's locker room and later crossing the aisle naked. I said "Oh, that? I identify as a man today." He said "In that case, you shouldn't have invaded the women's locker room!" We both looked at each other for a second then broke out laughing. I apologized. I offered to atone for my sins with him, maybe, some day, but "only if you promise not to take action against my muscular new friend". He promised. His shorts were tenting, made no effort to hide it.  We exchanged phone numbers. I looked him in the eye, rubbed my hand over his "tent" a few strokes, gave his boner a firm squeeze, and left.

A hour later, the manager texted me, said he's off work. I told him where I live and to come over, and bring my conquest with him. That is a story for another time.