Date: Mon, 26 Nov 2007 16:40:14 -0500
From: M Horton <2981notrohrm@gmail.com>
Subject: Locker Room Lovers

For some reason, I just didn't feel like wearing the towel into the
sauna. I was tired from another tough workout, and i was beginning to
think my personal trainer was a slave-driver. And come on; I had a pretty
good body that the other women might be jealous of, so it's not as if
I was showing them anything I didn't want to see. I might even make a few
people jealous of my 19-year-old gym body.

Aside from that, today was making me a bit nervous. I was finally meeting
my boyfriend's parents after a year of dating him. He had told me all
about them, but I had never seen anything but an old picture and didn't
even know what they looked like. I had no idea what to expect, and for
now, it was nice just to put it out of my mind.

So I went into the sauna in the nude. It felt so refreshing not to have
to worry about being covered up and having on just a pair of athletic
shoes. I was all alone for a while, it seemed. I managed to shut off my
brain completely, so when someone else opened the door, I almost jumped
out of my skin.

In walked an older woman, probably in her early 40s, wearing a towel as I
normally did. She smiled and sat near me but not right next to me. She
started chatting with me, and I chatted back - anything to get my mind
off the pressures of meeting the future in-laws. I would have done
anything at that point.

I almost didn't understand her at first, but the words hit me all at
once.

'I suppose if you're nude, I don't have to worry about wearing this
towel.'

Her body was nearly flawless. She was a dirty blond with hair a bit past
her neck. Her breasts were round and very nice-looking. She was neatly
trimmed, just as I was. I was definitely eyeing her with a little more
than curiosity.

Sure, I've always been curious about girls, and I loved to look at them,
but I had never been with one before. I always denied being attracted to
girls in front of my boyfriend. He always told me how traditional his
parents were and how they looked down upon that sort of thing. I always
smiled and said mine said the same thing while I was secretly eyeing the
brunette at the bar with the cute ass. I always looked but had never
touched.

She realized very soon that she didn't know my name. I hesitated for a
brief second and told her it was Jenna. (My name isn't Jenna; it's
Crystal. I don't know why I told her it was Jenna, although i had gone to
a Halloween party dressed as Jenna Jameson this past year.) She told me
her name was Denise, though she, too, said it in such a way that told me
her name wasn't Denise. I immediately regretted the next thing that came
out of my mouth. I said to her,

'You sure do have nice breasts, Denise.'

I panicked. I thought she was about to get up and leave in a huff, but
she just smiled warmly and replied,

'I don't mind if you look.'

I don't know if she had ever been checked out by a woman before, but she
wasn't at all uncomfortable with it. She even ran her fingers around her
nipples as if to tempt me. She was smiling as if to mess with my head,
but I wasn't thinking about that at all.

I didn't even think about it. I dropped to my knees and spread Denise's
legs and went right to work eating her out. Somehow, the nervousness of
seeing my in-laws later today and her strange behavior led me to
completely ignore the total insanity of eating another woman's pussy in a
sauna. The crazy thing was that I just didn't care. All I cared about was
getting my fill of this mature beauty.

She protested at first, but once I got started, she just laid back and
enjoyed it. I knew right away that she was experienced with other women.
I could tell by looking at her hands that she was married, but her hands
were the least of my concern. She tasted like pure sweetness. She was so
well-groomed and took such good care of herself. I was loving every
second of pleasuring this mature gym body.

It crossed my mind for a split second that we could both lose our
memberships at the health club for doing this. I stopped thinking about
that almost as soon as I started, though; all I wanted was to make this
gorgeous goddess scream. And scream she did, and my tongue worked her
faster than ever. I couldn't understand anything she was shouting. She
was pinning me down with her legs, and I was going deeper and harder. I
felt like such a dirty slut cheating on my boyfriend like this with a
married woman, but it was such a rush.

She climaxed pretty quickly through the incomprehensible shouting and the
lust in her voice. I so badly wanted to keep going, but I knew she didn't
have it in her. I let her cool down and returned to my seat next to her.
She asked me if I had ever been with a girl before. I hadn't, but, as I
expected, she told me she had been with lots of them, usually younger
women my age. She loved college girls, and she lovingly told me that I
could have a fulfilling relationship with a man no matter how many girls
I get with on the side.

She smiled and kissed me, and I kissed back. She definitely showed her
experience when she let her tongue touch mine. I asked her if I would
ever see her again. She looked at me and smiled, saying,

'You're not done with me, are you?'

She led me to her locker, where she took out a strap-on and put it on
herself. It was long, thick, and definitely bigger than my boyfriend's
cock, not that I wanted cock. She told me to get on my hands and knees
over the bench, and I did so while she straddled the bench.

It felt like about ten inches going into my wet pussy, and it felt
absolutely incredible. I had never been ridden like this by anyone, and I
was loving it. Denise worked the strap-on like a pro, thrusting into me
and grabbing my ass like I was hers, and for the time, she was.

I couldn't contain my screaming and I was glad we were alone in the
locker room. She pounded me with everything she had, hitting every
pleasure spot inside me and never letting up. She rode me like I was a
dirty whore, not letting up and showing me no mercy. She called me a
bitch and asked me if my boyfriend rode me this good. He never did
anything like this, and I was loving it. I was definitely going to keep
seeing Denise, and probably lots of other women, behind his back.

She slapped my ass and thrust as deep as she could, barely pulling any of
the strap-on out of my pussy. She was grinding up against me, and I loved
having her that close. She pressed against my round, tight ass as she
slapped it around and used her fingers any way she wanted, even sliding
them in my ass. She definitely didn't mind greasing up my ass as if she
was about ready to put the strap-on in...

And just as I thought, before I could reach orgasm, she pulled it out and
stuffed it in my ass. She wanted to ride me and didn't care how she did
it. She knew I was a whore in training and wanted to use me good. And
although the idea of having something that big pounding my ass was scary,
I absolutely loved it. She didn't stop spanking me or fingering me, and
she still put it all the way in.

When she finally brought me to sweet climax, I felt more pleasure rushing
through my body than I ever had before. It was a thousand times better
than any guy had ever been, and it felt so incredibly naughty. I wondered
in the back of my mind what my boyfriend would think if he caught me
cheating on him with another woman. It might be an interesting sight to
see, but I didn't care; I was going to continue to see other women
whether he knew about it or not.

Denise and I kissed again as I took her strap-on off and grinded my nude
body against hers. She was so experienced and so delicious. I kissed her
for a good twenty minutes before realizing I was running late, and the
two of us parted ways, intending to meet again as soon as possible.

That evening, I felt incredible, and I wasn't a bit worried about what my
boyfriend's parents thought of me, mainly because, if it didn't work out
with him, I could see Denise any time I wanted. He didn't know what I had
done, and I liked it that way.

He pulled up to his house, and I walked in to meet his parents for the
first time. His father seemed like a gentlemen, and his mother was pretty
nice-looking. She introduced herself as Jenna, and that's when I looked
up and realized who she was. I always knew 'Denise' was a fake name. But
I had no idea I would see her again so soon. And somehow, I knew we would
be seeing a lot more of each other that evening.