All sweaty and tired from a 2-hour workout, I found myself agreeing to a quickie in the gym. How to resist that temptation?
I crept into the men’s room, stripped myself naked and then silently prayed that if I got caught, they would go easy on me. After all, I’m a hotel guest, ain’t I?
That tiny cubicle didn’t allow too much space for us to maneveur. My fingers roamed around his six-packs abs as we decided which positions to go into. The cubicle door had tiny gaps – as much as we could assess how safe we were at any point in time, did that also mean that we were in a more dangerous situation of prying eyes?
I had no time to think further. His dick was pushed into my wet pussy and we took turns to fuck each other. Standing. Sitting. Doggy. At one point, he carried me up and pumped me in the air. You just got to adore a strong man, isn’t it? I knew our moans were getting louder, but the funny thing was that none of us were making an attempt to be quiet. The men’s room was small, the walls were thin and the gym was barely a few steps away. We wanted to get caught afterall, didn’t we? Who heard us? Who saw us?
I had no idea.
All I heard was our heavy breathing, the whispers for more and that inconcealable moans of orgasm.
What I saw was our wet bodies, the pleas in our eyes, and then that satisfying grins on our faces.
So were we exposed?
I’m still figuring that one out.
When it was all silent out there, I took a deep breath and crept out of the men’s room – pretending that nothing had happened and pretending that I was all invisible.
Fantasy accomplished. Hell yeah.
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