Anna & Jason Hit the Showers


I’m on the elliptical, pounding away while trying to watch the game on the television suspended from the ceiling in front of me. March Madness is in full swing, and I’ve got more than spare change riding on this one, but as much as I care about my financial well-being, I can’t quite concentrate on the game because Anna is on a Stairmaster in front of me. The sight of her round, firm ass pumping in skintight, charcoal Lycra is just impossible to ignore. If you’ve ever wondered what it’s like to try and run with a hard-on, let me tell you, it’s not pleasant.
My eyes sweep up her trim body and I still can’t believe what a woman this sexy is doing with me. A thick, chestnut ponytail sways hypnotically as she works on the machine. I just want to grab her and take her right there. The gym is about a half-hour from closing and we’re the only two people upstairs, so there would be no one around to see it. Except for the couple of staff members still on hand, I think we might be the only people left in the whole gym. Anna could be game for it.
She’s constantly surprising me these days with what she’s willing to try sexually. After spending her first twenty-something years timid and repressed, Anna is rushing to make up for lost time. She’d only ever been with one guy — her ex-husband — until a couple of years ago. That poor sap had no idea what a sexual goldmine he was sitting on. Just a couple of weeks ago we snuck into a playground at night and fucked. We thought we were alone, but it turned out another couple was there for the same reason. I thought the discovery would freak Anna out but knowing that other couple overheard us just turned her on even more. Since then, she’s been on fire. When I share fantasies about doing it in semi-public places, Anna loses her mind. It might be time to see if she wants to turn some of those fantasies into reality.
The elliptical beeps to let me know my time is over and I gratefully bring it to a halt. The way my heart is pounding, and I’m drenched in sweat, you’d think I’d just run a marathon. Anna’s the one who’s got me going to the gym, after pointing out that in my thirties I’m not quite in the shape I should be. I’ll admit I’ve let myself go a little bit, but aside from some extra baggage around the middle, I don’t think I’m in bad shape. Luckily being tall and broad I can get away with carrying some extra bulk. Still, if you want to keep a hot, younger girlfriend you’ve got to take care of yourself. I climb down from my elliptical machine and sneak up behind Anna. I can’t help myself and grab that sweet ass with both hands.
“Hey!” she shouts, playfully smacking at me, but I knead those hot, damp cheeks, realizing she must be wearing a thong under there. My hand slides down over the back of her thigh, but she clamps her legs closed as if she can read my mind.
“Be careful, someone could come up here,” she warns.
“The gym’s abandoned, hon.” I’m still rubbing that ass.
“I can see two women down there on the hip abduction machines.”
I look over and see them. One is a statuesque redhead I’ve noticed in the gym before. It’s hard not to have a roving eye with so many hot women running around, showing off their bodies, but I try and be subtle out of respect for Anna. Still and all, it’s fun watching the redhead opening and closing her legs.
“Enjoying the view?” Anna asks with a grin.
“Sorry, I was just admiring her form.”
“I don’t blame you for looking. She’s hot.”
“Maybe we can lure her into a threesome up here,” I joke.
“Maybe,” she teases, raising her eyebrows. Maybe we’re going to have to explore some other fantasies, I think. Since we’re not alone, I guess that rules out sneaking into the women’s locker room to surprise Anna. The last thing I need is to get arrested for being a pervert. I like to keep my perverted status private!
Anna hops down from the Stairmaster and into my arms and I pull her into a passionate kiss. We’re both sweaty and probably smelly, but I find her sweat-slick body sexy. Her smooth skin is blazing and glowing from exertion and I want to find out how much harder I can make her heart pound. I’m surprised she’s not pushing me away but clinging to me and returning the kiss with a fierce passion and active tongue. She even slips a hand between us and rubs me through my running shorts.
“It is a shame I can’t do anything about that right here,” she teases.
“We could move over to that corner by the water fountain.”
“You’re not worried someone might see us?”
“Isn’t that part of the fun?”
Anna closes her eyes and gives my cock a solid squeeze. Another kiss and then she says, “That sounds really dangerous,” before she turns away and walks down the stairs, leaving me horny as hell and adjusting my shaft in my shorts.
“See you in a little bit,” Anna says, standing on her tip-toes to kiss me before heading into her locker room. The doors are down a hallway, about ten feet apart, though they are also accessible by doors off the pool area.
It takes a moment to decide if I want a hot shower to ease my sore muscles, or a cold one to ease my sore, neglected cock. I’m almost tempted to rub one out right there, but I don’t think the other members would appreciate me blasting my load against the wall of the shower stall. The needles of hot water feel great burning into my overworked flesh and I deeply inhale the steam to clear my mind. I’m reaching for the shampoo when the curtain is jerked open.
“Wha…” I shout, startled, but I cut off mid-syllable when I see Anna standing there outside my stall. Her hair is down now and she’s stepping out of her sneakers.
“I thought you might need some help reaching everywhere,” she says, pulling off both her tight tank top and sports bra in one motion and hanging them on the hook with my towel. The red lines where the top cinched her skin seem to frame those pert breasts and my eyes are drawn right to the pale, puffy nipples that cap them. Anna has just about a handful, which is perfect for me.
“Really? What happened to getting caught?”
Anna strips off her bottoms and thong and joins me in the stall, pulling the curtain closed behind her. She backs me up against the wall and kisses me while wrapping a small hand around my shaft. It’s gone down since I went into the locker room, but Anna has me rock hard again in a matter of moments. The hot water slicks her skin and my hands are sliding all over her, massaging her little ass, sliding up her sides and then I rake my fingers through her hair as the water soaks it. She uses the soap to lube her hand and returns it to my cock. Jesus, that girl knows how to use her hands and she works on my balls while paying special attention to my head. If Anna’s not careful she’s going to have me shooting my load all over her. We’re kissing and I’m holding her face in both hands while massaging her temples. Anna’s told me more than once what great hands I have and how she loves it when I massage her. I know I should be groping her in more fun places, but honestly, her attention to my cock has me pretty distracted.
Instead of just grabbing her, I grab the shampoo and squeeze a portion into my hand. I have to turn Anna to get her out of the spray of water and then I scrub the shampoo into her hair. Her hair is thick and falls just past her shoulders and I made sure to take my time lathering her up. It wasn’t overtly sexual, but Anna moans quietly and leans against me, momentarily forgetting about my cock, though she still holds onto it. I deeply massage her scalp and even kiss her soapy neck, melting Anna to the point she almost washes down the drain with the white suds. I love her hair and the way it smells when she’s fresh from the shower and although it’s my shampoo this time and not hers, I still enjoy making her locks squeaky clean.
While I am rinsing her hair, I turn Anna so her back is pressed against me and the tip of my cock rests right in the crevice between her cheeks. Her head tilts to the side and I suck and nibble on the sweet spot just behind her ear while cupping both breasts from behind and teasing her nipples with my fingertips until they pucker and stiffen. Anna has the most sensitive breasts of any woman I’ve been with and when I touch her just right she loses her mind. I’m lightly massaging both breasts, but most of my attention is on tenderly rubbing and teasing her nipples. Anna is rubbing back against my cock and moaning my name. I roll her nipples between wet fingers and she cries out, trembling.
Anna is breathing hard and takes one of my hands and places it between her legs. Under the trimmed, downy hair covering her mound, I find her lips and when I part them, she’s soaked and hot, and not from the shower. She’s so wet my fingers slip all over her, but I still manage to find her clit and concentrate on it. Anna gets stiff and cries out, almost like it’s too much for her. I know sometimes attention right on her clit is too much for her, so I ease my fingers lower and curve them up inside her. “Oh, Jason,” she whimpers, and while I am slowly working my fingers in and out of her I use the heel of my hand to rub her clit indirectly. Anna’s breathing grows ragged and she reaches back to dig her short nails into my thigh with a sharp cry her entire body tenses then releases. I know the signs of Anna’s climax and I hold on to support her while the sensations wash over her.
Anna turns and clings to me and kisses me hard.
“That was incredible,” she pants and slides to her knees to do some incredible work of her own.
After making sure all the soap is rinsed off my shaft, Anna licks it up and down, even giving my balls a lingering kiss, before she works back up and takes my head in her mouth. She sucks the flared head hard and washes her tongue all over it and I’ve got to put a hand on the wall to keep from falling over. I also have a hand gently resting on her head and stroking her hair. Anna is looking right up at me while she does her magic, clearly enjoying the effect she’s having on me. How a woman who says she’s been with so few guys got so good at giving head I’ll never know, but maybe she’s just a natural talent. When she’s just about got me ready to cum, Anna releases the head and slowly works me in and out of her mouth while working my balls too. As I said, she knows exactly what to do. Fast then slow, fast then slow, Anna has me on the verge again in just a couple of minutes but stops short of letting me cum. She’s not opposed to letting me cum in her mouth, though she always gets the head to the back of her throat so she doesn’t have to taste it.
“I hope you’re not disappointed I didn’t finish,” Anna says coyly. I take both her hands and pull her to her feet.
“It depends on what else you have in mind.”
“Funny you should mention that. Let’s see how much going to the gym’s paying off.”
Without warning, Anna hops up, wrapping her arms and legs around me. I catch her and stagger before gaining my balance, although it could have been disastrous on the wet tile floor. Anna kisses me and reaches down to grab me. I know what she wants and raise her up until she lines our bodies up and when I feel my head against her slick cleft I lower her slowly as I can. She gasps as I fill her and grips me once my shaft is fully sheathed inside her. I love when she uses her muscles to work my cock, but I resist the temptation to just stay in her. Holding her ass, I start moving Anna up and down on my cock and am glad I’ve been going to the gym because while she’s only about a hundred and ten pounds, it’s still tough work. It’s rewarding work though, and it feels like I am reaching so deep inside her. Anna digs her nails into me and even bites my shoulder as she slides up and down on me.
“Oh Jason…oh god…” she cries. When she gets verbal, I know Anna is really over the edge.
Anna plants her hands on the walls to her side and I feel her flexing her thighs as we move faster and faster. She feels amazing and I’m moaning her name, telling her, “You’re so fucking sexy! Damn, Anna!”
“Yes, oh yes! Jason!”
Anna is in mid-shout when we hear the door to the shower area open. She’s still bouncing hard on my cock, but squeezes her mouth shut. Her cries are muffled, but whoever has just joined us is going to hear her if we don’t stop. We should stop, but I’m too close to coming and keep driving my cock into her like a piston.
“Five minutes to closing, please wrap it up,” calls out a male voice. It must be one of the gym attendants. Does he mean finish my shower, or finish screwing my girlfriend?
“He’s right out there, Anna. He can hear us,” I tease, not quite whispering.
“Ohh god…no…”
“Yes, baby,” I hiss. “He knows we’re in here fucking. He probably saw you come in, wants to see you…”
“Ohh god…no…we have to…have to stop…”
“You don’t want to stop, do you?” I grunt. I’m so close now. The teasing is working on me just as much as on Anna.
“Yes…no…god no…don’t stop, Jason…”
I still haven’t heard the door close when I lose it and cry out as my load fills her. Anna squeaks out a cry, despite her best efforts to remain silent as she climaxes again, and I wonder if knowing there was someone else there is what pushed her off the edge. Finally, I hear the door close.
Anna and I cling to each other fiercely until I just can’t support her anymore and I set her down on shaky legs. Her head is on my chest as I hold her and she lovingly soaps up my cock again and washes it.
“That was so good, honey,” Anna tells me between kisses. “I can’t believe we almost got caught!”
“You really are amazing. This was a hell of a surprise, but I’m not sure there’s an almost about getting caught.”
“You think he heard us?” She didn’t sound particularly worried about it. Her eyes are afire.
“Unless he’s deaf!” I can’t help laughing.
“I’d better get out of here before he comes back.”
“I’ll make sure the coast is clear.”
We dry each other with my towel and then Anna wraps it around her body so she doesn’t have to put her sweaty workout gear back on. Once I peek into the locker room to make sure the attendant has left, Anna goes through the other door to the pool and back to the ladies’ locker room that back way. I dress in record time and wait for her in the hallway. The redhead comes out while I’m waiting and I swear she gives me a knowing look. She couldn’t possibly have heard us, but maybe she caught Anna sneaking back into the locker room, carrying her clothes and wearing a towel.
Anna finally emerges and we walk out hand in hand. A guy and a girl are waiting behind the counter as we leave and his look says it all. He heard us and knew exactly what we were doing. He looks like he wants to high-five me. The girl looks clueless and I wonder if he’ll tell her after we leave. I think about him looking at my girlfriend and being jealous, wanting to know what she looks like while she’s fucking, and I start to get hard again. Anna, suddenly embarrassed, keeps her eyes on the floor as we pass and turns bright crimson. In the parking lot, she exclaims, “He did hear us!”
“I’m not embarrassed to have such a sexy girlfriend. We had a great time, so you shouldn’t be embarrassed either.”
“I know I should be, but I don’t think I really am. I think it’s more shock at what I’m capable of, as much as anything.”
“Good shock or bad shock?”
Anna smiles slyly. “Is it wrong that I’m kinda proud of myself?”
“I think it’s hot. I’m proud of you. I’m proud he was looking at you and picturing you fucking.”
Anna rolls her eyes. “That doesn’t surprise me. You’re always trying to get me to dress sluttier. I swear you want other guys to want me.”
“Is that a good thing?”
“I guess not. My ex never made me feel appreciated like that. He got angry if a guy checked me out. I like that you’re proud of me.”
“Get used to it.”
“And you really do like it when I’m a dirty girl? You’re not going to have second thoughts about me?”
“You should know me better by now, Anna. But I am getting a second hard-on, so we’d better get home.”
Anna winks and opens the door to my car. Before she gets in, she teases, “If you can’t wait, I’m sure we can always find a place to pull over and do it.”
Damn, this girl is amazing.
