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The Unsuccessful Voyeur

Author's note: This is my first submission to Literotica. I had not intended for it to be this long, but the story more or less wrote itself. It's actually quite different from the one I had planned when I started writing a couple of days ago. The story is fairly long, and it builds up towards the finale, so don't expect a quick jerk-off-type story. I have several more stories with these characters planned, pending your approval. I am not writing these stories for myself but more as a way to give back to the community. Any and all criticism is welcome. English not being my first language, I want to learn as much about writing stories like this as possible, but not if they aren't any good. Enjoy the read; I hope it lives up to your expectations.

Disclaimer: All persons engaging in acts of a sexual nature are 18 years or above. This is purely a work of fiction; any resemblance to actual persons or places is purely unintentional and unintended. The author claims all rights to this work, any and all copying, reproduction or other use of this material without written approval from the author is prohibited.


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John Jefferies was a voyeur. He had always known it, deep down, but being a coward as well, he had never had the courage to act on his desires. Now, approaching his middle thirties, this was all about to change.

Having had an unremarkable childhood and early life, John was your perfectly normal guy, with his perfectly normal life. The only thing remarkable about him was how perfectly ordinary his life was. Happily married to the love of his life, two wonderful daughters, a house with a well-tended garden and a steady job at the local university made for a stable and loving little family where love and affection flowered. Some would say he had it all, but John was not perfectly satisfied. To say he felt trapped would be wrong, but his inner voyeur became more pronounced as the years went by and his perfectly ordinary life slowly solidified around him; like concrete slowly hardening around the shoes of an unfortunate mobster about to meet with an untimely demise at the murky depths of a cold river. Something had to be done!

Ever since his early teens, John had always found it strangely thrilling when he got a glimpse of revealed flesh. In the beginning, when he first became aware of the female form and its many different shapes and appeals, an uncovered knee or shoulder would be enough to cause a reaction in his pants. As he got older, the attraction switched rather than faded, and became more specific. He still admired the female form every way he could, but he got particularly aroused by a glimpse of a revealed rear end.

It all became clear to him in his late teens. At the end of a long day at his summer job after graduating from high school, he was riding the tram home. Enjoying the late afternoon sun and spell of good weather, he was in a particularly good mood. He was enjoying the scenery as the tram rode through town, not to mention all the flowing skirts and short summer dresses he could look at as the streets and parks went by outside. He caught many small glimpses as gusts of wind lifted a skirt here and there. His daydreaming took over and he lost himself in fantasies about girls riding their bicycles in short skirts without any underwear.

He even caught a glimpse of a couple of stiff nipples poking through a flowery top on a girl obviously enjoying a day without her bra on. Single as he was, there was no one else to help him relieve the tension this caused in his trousers, and he started looking forward to some time alone in his room with a bottle of lube and a pack of Kleenex.

Finally, he arrived at his station and got off. And there she was; a fresh-looking blonde he had seen around during their final year of high school. He didn't know her name, but that was not very important. She had the most perfectly toned piece of ass only a nineteen year old athlete could have; or so he imagined, having never seen it without a pair of pants covering it before.

To his luck, they were going in the same direction away from the station. He decided to pace himself so he could stay behind her, even though his long legs easily could have caught up with her. He adjusted his speed to a leisurely walk a few meters behind her, not close enough to seem creepy, but still close enough to ogle her long, toned legs just beginning to show a bit of tan below her flowing skirt. "What a perfect end to a lovely day" he thought, "here I get to admire this lovely girl from behind and no one will ever know."

And that was when her skirt slowly began to ride up her thighs.

By some stroke of unbelievable luck, her skirt got bunched up by her backpack, just a little with each step, but the hem travelled up and revealed her thighs a little more with each step. John couldn't believe his luck. She didn't seem to be aware of it happening either. He felt his cock start to react in his trouser, thankful for the loose shorts he was wearing; it wouldn't become too obvious he was becoming aroused.

Down the street they went. Bathed in sunlight, her skirt just transparent enough to hint at the perfectly toned thighs and ass underneath. And with each step the skirt rode higher. Soon he could see all of the backs of her knees. The muscles rippling as she walked, like a fine painting on a canvas of unblemished skin.

Step; a little higher. Step step; even higher.

He was seeing a good portion of her thighs know. He marveled at their perfect shape, round yet clearly defined with hardly any excess fat; not a mole or mark anywhere. With the skirt riding high in the back like this, it also tightened across her ass and the shape became more obvious. He imagined placing his hands on her thighs and slowly sliding them up, savoring the feel of soft, warm skin under his fingers before gliding onto the curves of a firm ass. He was so lost in his daydream he no longer worried about his cock pulsing in his trouser, threatening to rip through his shorts. In his mind's eye, he was slowly gliding his hands up her ass, kneading it to feel the muscle underneath the skin, slowly pulling her panties down to reveal her bare ass. He lowered the panties to her knees and spread her cheeks to reveal her hidden treasure. He could envision her labia, neatly trimmed pubes, inner lips slightly protruding; a bit open and moist with her own arousal. He leaned forward and inhaled her spicy, musky scent like the most exquisite perfume he had ever smelled. He was just about to stick his tongue out and lick her perfect little asshole when reality kicked in.

Her skirt had continued to ride up as he lived out his vivid fantasy in his mind. It was now almost up to her ass! Just a few more steps and he would be seeing this glorious piece of female anatomy with his own eyes for real. This was it, the moment he had been waiting for.

Step; up it went. He could just make out a change to her thighs. If he got on his knees, he would be seeing straight up her skirt at her ass, but for some reason he didn't.

Step; up a bit more, and there it was; he could see the globes of her ass peeking out underneath the skirt. Not only was he seeing the bottom of her ass under her skirt, it was uncovered as well. Whether from a lack of underwear or just a string buried between her cheeks, he didn't know.

Her light tan skin shone like a beacon to him, and he almost started raising his hands to live out his fantasy from only a few seconds earlier. His cock throbbed and he was becoming genuinely afraid he would come in his trousers right then and there.

That was when she noticed something was wrong. Her head suddenly shifted along with her shoulders in the way of someone noticing something out of the ordinary. Her hand came back, grabbed them hem of her skirt and pulled it down all the way before she kept on walking as if nothing had happened. John almost stopped dead as if a bucket of freezing water had been thrown over him. The spell was broken, the moment gone.

Later on in life, he would always look back at this incident as a defining moment. Though not very exciting in terms of a voyeuristic experience, it still held a place in his mind as intensely erotic; perhaps because of his inexperience at the time, or his youthful mind. Nevertheless, it shaped him a little and made him aware of the allure and excitement found in seeing something he was not supposed to see.

After high school he decided to go on to get a degree in chemical engineering. If this was influenced by his unconscious desires or not, he didn't know, but the fact that the majority of his fellow students were girls didn't lessen his interests and desires the least bit. Walking around campus in spring was a treat of a rare kind to him, and he would spend hours nursing a long-cold coffee at a bench overlooking the campus lawns. He would pretend to read for his finals in the book at his lap, but in reality his eyes roamed the lawns looking for glimpses of skin here and there.

This was also where he met his wife to be, Ellen, a vision of beauty with long auburn hair, legs that went on forever, and a fit but curved body with a heart-shaped ass to die for. During their first, awkward dates he would steal glimpses down her dress at her cleavage, seeing the way her c-cup tits created a nice slit in which to bury his face. Later, he would revel in her nipples poking through her dress when he stroked her thigh during a movie, or when he got glimpses up her skirt as he held the car door for her after a date. And when the time finally came for their first lovemaking, he slowly revealed her body before devouring every inch of it.

Ellen was very conscious of her body and worked out several times a week, so naturally John joined her at the local gym and became a regular. For a while, as their relationship grew and changed, he felt less of a desire to act on his voyeuristic tendencies. He was happy with his love life, and even though having a female body to look at every day was not the same as seeing it in secret, it held other values he soon came to appreciate. Life moved on, and after getting their degrees, jobs, marriage and kids, life grew monotonous. He still kept up his exercising, though Ellen found time for it less often with the demands of her job, social life and the kids' school. She still kept in shape and did not look bad at for a woman in her mid-thirties that had given birth to two kids. For John it was more a question of it having become a routine, and while they still led an active sex life, it didn't have the thrill of an unauthorized peek at something you were not supposed to see.

And so the gym became his refuge. For a fit thirty-something man with reasonably good looks and a great deal of repressed voyeuristic impulses, the local gym was heaven. There were fit bodies all around, tight-fitting spandex, well-defined asses and a tension to the air that was palpable at times. He never went to the obvious spots to look at girls, like yoga classes and aerobics; he didn't have the nerve for that. But on the various machines around the gym and the floor mats, he got more than enough of what he needed.

There was one girl in particular he had singled out; a fairly tall brunette with long flowing hair reaching almost to the small of her back. She was obviously in very good shape, with long legs, a perfectly rounded ass that showed no hint of sag, and large, perfectly round c or d-cup tits that defied gravity. She was a regular at the gym, coming there several times a week. More often than not, their timing overlapped and he met her among the workout machines. He soon found that she usually started her work out with on the treadmill to warm up, and by almost no coincidence at all, his favorite warm up was the bicycle, placed right behind the treadmill. After spending ten minutes looking directly at her bouncing ass whenever he looked up, his erection grew almost painful in his shorts, and only the fact that he was bent over the bike hid the fact from all the others. When she left to begin her stretching routine at the mats around the corner, he had to keep on cycling another five minutes for his cock to deflate a bit before going after her.

As he came to the mats, she was in the process of stretching the backs of her legs. One leg straight forward and the other bent out to the side, she was bending over the outstretched leg, easily grabbing her toes and pushing her chest down towards the knee. John was at a loss and just stood there for a moment gaping. He couldn't decide where to look; her tits were being squeezed out to the side, straining against her tight tank top. At the same time, her form fitting spandex was stretched to its limits across her ass, becoming almost transparent. If he strained his eyes, he could just make out the outline of a very small thong creeping down between her ass cheeks. He knew he was staring, but for the time being, he didn't care. She had not noticed him yet, and they were alone in that section of the gym for the moment. A few seconds more couldn't hurt, so he decided to stay where he was, pretending to look for a free mat while in reality undressing her with his eyes. All too soon, she sat back up to switch legs, and he decided it was best to not be noticed standing there staring at her ass. He walked over to the nearby wall, got a mat and put it on the floor over by the wall, a few meters behind her and to the right.

His own stretching routine started off with a series of rolling exercises to loosen his back after sitting bent over the bike during his warm-up, and he lost sight of her for a couple of minutes. Just as he sat back up to begin his leg stretches, he looked over at the brunette again, mostly by reflex, and saw her begin to perform a starting yoga exercise; the Sun Salutation. Her arms were raised toward the ceiling, palms facing and fingers spread. He could just make out the rounded sides of her breasts on either side of her chest before letting his eyes roam down her back toward her firm ass. Next she bent at the waist, stretching her hands towards the floor, and his eyes nearly fell out as her thighs spread slightly and the seam of her pants cleaved her pussy down the middle. He could clearly see the outline of her outer lips as she stretched and started inching her hands forward to continue the routine. When she was almost down to the floor and started arching her back, he had to look away or he would have come right then and there.

He decided to turn around and continue stretching his upper body instead, as any leg stretching now would either push his cock out the top of his shorts or announce to everyone who saw him that he was sporting a raging hard-on. He felt safer this way, and after a while his erection subsided enough for him to start his intended leg stretches. After the usual stretches to cover all the big muscle groups in his legs, he decided to go for the same stretch the brunette had used, to give the backside of his thighs some extra attention after the bike. Having stretched his left leg, he sat up to switch to the other, and saw the brunette in a mirror on one of the side walls across the room. He didn't immediately react since the perspectives were a bit difficult to work out, but he soon realized she was looking right at his back! Was she checking him out just as he had a few minutes ago? Could she have seen him looking at her the same way? John decided to play it cool and continue his stretch as if nothing out of the ordinary was happening, and not long after he heard her pack her things up and head upstairs to the machines. Quickly finishing off his routine, he decided to follow her upstairs and try to get a few more glimpses.

And so began a cat-and-mouse game of sorts. John would choose a machine, almost at random a few machines away from her and look her way every now and then; timing his sets to finish around the same time as hers, allowing him to continue following her around the room without seeming suspicious. This section of the gym was a bit more crowded, so his best options for watching her were not always free when he needed them, and he got to experience a lot of new machines he had never considered before, but always with a line of sight to her. She seemed unaware of it all, and John kept his distance, not wanting to come across as a stalker or anything, even though that was exactly what he was right then.

After an hour or so of working the various machines around the gym, he was doing the second of three sets on the pull-down when another of the regulars came by to chat. Not wanting to come across as rude, he stopped after the second set to chat during his cooldown and lost sight of the brunette as she finished her sets on the thigh crunch machine. Just as he squeezed out the final couple of reps, he saw her disappear into the shower area; it seemed their little game was over for the day.

Over the next few of weeks he saw her again several times, and slowly he worked out her regular days and times at the gym. He often came across her in the middle of her workout, or she arrived as he prepared to wrap up for the day; but Wednesdays they both usually worked out late, just a couple of hours before closing time. Those were the days when he usually got a full work-out alongside her, and he became quite adept at picking out her routine so he sometimes could move to a new machine before she finished, waiting for her when she switched, thus decreasing the chance of her busting him as he ogled her ass or tits. What he couldn't understand was why she never finished up in the showers at about the same time as him those days. One day it became clear; he overheard her talking to a friend she had been working out with that day; they were going to the unisex spa in between the showers. So that was the final part of her routine; on Wednesdays she relaxed in the spa after her exercise. This could be interesting, John thought.

The local gym had a lot of facilities to offer their members, and first among them was the unisex spa department located between the showers. It had a relaxation area with two large flat screen TV's on the wall showing whatever sport was on and lounges and reclining chairs to relax in. There were three different saunas and a small cold pool to cool down in after the sauna. John had been in there a few times, but not being a big fan of sports on TV and not particularly fond of saunas, he usually just showered and went home after his workout. A strict policy of mandatory bathing suits covering the body was enforced, as well as towels to use for drying off and laying or sitting down on. In short, it could have been a voyeurs' wet dream come true, but usually it was not, as the bathing suits the members wore were very conservative. Even so, John was becoming infatuated with this vision of a woman, and he started laying a plan to get an even more up close and personal look at her spectacular body.

That weekend he went to the local sports shop explaining his need; a small water proof video camera capable of shooting HD video in sometimes dim lighting. He would need this to document his trail cycling in the forest. The store clerk looked unconvinced, but smelling a sale he quickly talked him into buying one of the latest GoPro-cameras with all the trimmings and extra features. Luckily he didn't have to pay extra for the water proof housing as that was a standard accessory.

His plan was simple; next Wednesday, he would go to the gym as usual, work out while looking at the brunette, and then head for the spa area, hopefully meeting her there as well. Along with the mandatory towel, he would be bringing a small bag of his shampoo and shower gel, just in case it was stolen from the showers while he relaxed in the spa, you know. He was quite proud of the bag. It was a fairly small bag with a chaotic pattern of dark spots on a tan background. Not very easy on the eyes if you looked too hard at it, but he had not chosen it for its looks, or rather, he had chosen it specifically for its looks; one of the spots aligned perfectly in size and position with the lens on his new camera. A quick cut with a sharp knife and some glue, and the bag was transformed into a portable hidden camera for the opportunistic voyeur.
Wednesday came, and all day at work, he hardly noticed all the fresh students in their tight pants walking between lectures. Normally, this was one of his most important arenas to look surreptitiously at the students' asses and tits as they went about their studies at the university.

Not today. Today, all he could see was the shape of the brunettes ass, the bounce of her tits as she jogged on the treadmill, the curve of her labia as she performed her usual Sun Salutation, or the rare glimpses he had gotten of her nipples as they tried to poke holes in her tank top when they hardened during her workout. The day dragged on and seemed to last forever, this evening could not come fast enough.

After work he ate dinner with the family and helped the kids with their homework as usual; tried to relax a bit on the couch before putting the kids to bed, but throughout it all the brunette lurked in the corner of his eye, like an almost seen person standing off to the side.

"Is everything OK, John?" The question didn't register with his brain right away.

"What? Oh, yeah, just a rough day at work, got a lot on my mind. Big project coming up soon."

He made some other excuses about feeling slightly off, placating his wife and telling her everything was as it should.

"I think I'll treat myself to a trip to the spa after my workout today, maybe a sauna and some quiet time will help me relax a bit."

Not too long after, he was in the car on his way to the gym, mentally going over his plan to capture the brunette on tape, thus taking the step from a closet voyeur to a full-fledged hidden cam artist.

He arrived at the gym a bit earlier than usual, and the brunette was nowhere to be seen. Rather than waiting somewhere just to pass time, he decided to start his warm-up and hope she would appear soon. When he got to the spinning bikes, he saw to his dismay that his favorite bike was taken, as was the next one, apparently a couple of newcomers working out together. They obviously had no consideration for his need to use that exact bike; both because he was a creature of habit to some extent, but not the least because it was directly behind the treadmill the brunette usually used. Loitering for a few minutes, feigning indecision, he soon realized they were going nowhere in a hurry, and he chose the third bike from the left, two places off from his expected prey.

Pretty soon he had his sweat towel and water bottle in place, seat adjusted just so, and started his spinning. As he pedaled away, he kept glancing over at the left-most treadmill, hoping to see the familiar curve of her ass soon. All the treadmills were empty so no luck there either; no other bouncing asses to pass the time.

A few minutes later she came walking around the corner from the stairs to the first floor where the changing rooms were. Was it just his imagination, or was there an extra bounce to her walk today? She approached the mills, slowing down while looking around as if searching for something. Her eyes swept past the other bikers and landed on John. He was looking forward at a faraway TV where some random comedy was running, and so he couldn't quite see her face. The comfort in knowing she would be there was enough for him for now, plenty of time to admire her ass later. Did she just smile to herself? John did a quick double take, his cock twitched in his shorts. She had smiled! And now she was coming his way! Rather than using her preferred treadmill, all the way to the left, she instead went for the third from the left; right in front of John. He couldn't believe his luck. Here she was, apparently choosing to do her workout right in front of him, even though the mill she usually used was free and available. John wondered what was going on, but quickly pushed the question to the back of his mind; she was starting up her running. Pretty soon he was lost in his daydream, half watching her tight ass and the sides of her tits bounce up and down in front of him, half seeing himself pulling her tights down to reveal what he knew must be a magnificent ass. He could almost smell her intoxicating aroma of sweat, musk and sweet pussy juices, imagining them dripping from her lips as he grabbed her hips and buried his cock in her tight ass while she screamed his name.

Shaking himself out of the daydream, he decided to spend his last couple of minutes of the cooldown getting a close look at her ass before doing his stretching routine on the mats. It looked as if something was different. He couldn't quite put his finger on it, but having gotten to know her body and ass quite well, he sensed something was off. And then he saw it; usually he was able to see the faint outline of her panties as her spandex tights stretched across her ass. Today there was nothing; he could see no trace of anything other than smooth curves and moving muscle. Could she be working out with nothing underneath? It was difficult to tell because of the angle of his head, but he thought he saw a bit more definition to the curve of her labia as well, he could almost imagine seeing a small protrusion as her inner lips poked out, just a little. Deciding it was time to cool down a bit before his erection got painful, he stopped his bike, preparing to go to the mats. As it was, he was already a bit concerned his shorts had a wet spot from all the precum he could feel oozing out of his cock.

Walking slowly, albeit awkwardly, towel and flask in front to hide his obvious arousal, he made his way over to the mats around the corner, seeing he was alone there and breathing a small sigh of relief. At least he didn't have to worry about offending anyone with his tenting shorts.

John was by no means a porn star, just slightly above average, as if to counteract his otherwise very, very average life. His almost seven inches of rock hard cock pulsed slightly in time with his heartbeats, but he knew he would have a couple of minutes to cool off before she came to do her stretching as well.

He began his routine; doing his arms and shoulders first to be able to remain sitting while his cock deflated a bit. As he was about to switch to his back exercises to loosen up, she came sauntering in, chose a mat, and placed it directly in front of him, a little bit closer than usual. Coincidence? John thought so, not daring to hope she was choosing to give him a better view, but feeling not at all certain this wasn't exactly what she was doing.

As he did his various rolling and bending moves designed to loosen up his back, he could hear her moving around on her mat, sometimes breathing a bit heavy as she pushed herself to stretch. Once he heard a slight moan escape her lips, during a particularly painful stretch, he thought. He marveled at her voice; though he'd heard it before as she talked to other friends and regulars around the gym, there was a breathy quality to that moan; somewhere between pain and pleasure but not quite either. He could feel himself stiffen a bit again; apparently just her voice was enough to get him going now. He was glad he soon would have her tight body captured on film to help ease the tension when he got home, not that he needed it; his imagination had already seen him fucking her senseless half a dozen times already. He shamefully had to admit to himself he once imagined he was fucking her ass instead of Ellen's, just a couple of nights ago.

Coming up from his last back roll, he switched over to start on his legs, and in the process shifted his position slightly to be able to glance at her without shifting his head around too much, lest it cause her to see and realize what he was doing. She was doing her final leg stretches already, meaning she was about to start her Sun Salutation; his favorite part of it all. Anticipating the view as her spandex tights stretched and showed of every curve of her ass, he wondered what he would be seeing today, remembering the missing ridges her underwear usually made.

She stood up, stretched her arms toward the ceiling, or sun if you will, palms facing and fingers spread as he'd seen her do lots of times before. He took in her sloping curves, admiring her defined muscles and the hourglass figure, topped by the slight hint of her tits on either side. She started bending forward, and John's eyes traveled down her backside as her hands travelled towards the floor, his own stretches forgotten for the moment. Small wonder his tongue was still in his mouth, and not hanging out, he was so caught up in her moves.

As her fingers touched the floor, he swept his eyes across her ass, down the cleft between her cheeks, towards her pussy, expecting to see the now familiar shape of her labia straining against the fabric. What he saw was nothing familiar at all; she had continued her stretch towards the floor, pushing farther than usual. He could hear her otherwise controlled breathing growing a bit strained as she was pushing herself to go deeper. His eyes marveled at her pussy straining against the fabric. He could tell for sure that he was indeed seeing a small dent made by her inner lips poking out of her pussy. There was a shadow, almost too faint to be seen, as if the darker inner lips could almost be made out through the spandex. His eyes traveled the length of her pussy, and he marveled at the details he could make out; the crease in her skin as the outer lips bunched up slightly, the gentle slope of her clitoral hood, sitting right at the top of her pussy, and all the way at the top, the small, perfectly round pebble of what had to be a piercing. There was no doubt in his mind now; she did not have anything even remotely approaching underwear on. Without intending to, he started leaning forward, mesmerized by the idea of there being just a few scant millimeters of fabric between him and this glorious ass and pussy. Just in the nick of time, before his leaning became obvious, he reeled in his mind and sat back, wrenching his eyes away from her body before he either ripped her clothes off right then and there; or came involuntarily in his trousers where he sat. Forgetting about his pulsing, leaking, rock hard cock, he lay back and stared at the ceiling for a few seconds to cool down, careless of what state he was in.

All of a sudden, he snapped back to the present and remembered his predicament; he was laying flat on his back with his cock outlined for all the gym to see. Sitting back up a bit quicker than intended, he caught a glimpse of the brunettes head moving away from him, a definite smile playing on her lips. Immediately she started bending forward again, repeating the process; and John knew he couldn't take any more. He quickly got up, put the mat back on its peg in the wall, intending to splash some water in his face and cooling down before going upstairs to play the usual cat and mouse game at the machines.

As he got to the toilet, he inspected himself in the mirror, noting a flush to his face that had nothing to do with the workout he had done. His eyes roaming his body, he was actually quite pleased; his shirt was just tight enough to show some of the muscles of his upper body. By no means the body of a professional athlete or body builder, but still decent and obviously fit. The curves of his pecs and the hint of a six pack showed clearly as his eyes travelled down. As he got to his shorts, the clear outline his cock had presented was still present, though smaller and shrinking with each passing beat of his heart. What did not shrink was the clear and unmistakable wet spot where his precum had soaked through his trousers and shorts both. For some reason, her smile just seemed all the more promising, knowing she had most surely seen both the outline of his cock and the wet spot of his obvious arousal. Splashing some water in his face and hair, he adjusted his shirt to hang outside his shorts, just barely covering the stain, and made his way upstairs to the machines. If she was showing off, he was going to be looking until his eyes could take no more!

Midway through his second set on the ab-crunch, he saw her enter the area with the machines. The gym was now emptying out, with just over one and a half hour until closing time, not too many people were working out, and they were spread out among the machines. This would make it easier to follow her progress through her routine, though he was now slightly out of phase with her, still having one and a half set to finish on that machine. Rather than breaking off and potentially looking suspicious, he decided to instead speed up his last set and cut down on the break between sets. He knew it was going to hurt come morning, but he decided it would be worth it to spend more time looking at her today.

Hurrying to finish off his crunches, he looked around and spotted her on the bench press machine. This was of the kind where you would sit upright, pushing forward, so he could not sit right in front of her, instead opting for a machine directly to her right. He didn't even notice which machine it was, his eyes focused solely on her tits and profile. It was a machine he had used before, so rather than actually break away from her to identify it, he relied on his unconscious memories and starting whichever exercise it was. Something involving his arms, but most importantly; it was an upright machine, allowing him to see her as she worked out. He probably showed terrible form, but that was a minor concern to be ignored.

His eyes took in all of her body, from head to toes. Her hair slightly damp from sweating, a sheen to her smooth forehead. Dark brown, slightly pointed eyes, hinting at a remote Asian ancestor to complement her light tan skin. She had blushing cheeks, slightly pouting light red lips and a delicate pink tongue moistening them now and then. Feeling his cock hardening again, he let his eyes wander down her body, trying to imagine what her feet looked like, hidden as they were in pink and black training shoes. Going back up again, he admired her flat, taut stomach; and coming up to her chest he focused on her tits just as she reversed a thrust, her top slightly squashing her tits as her elbows followed the machine backwards. Like two small beacons, he clearly saw the outline of her nipples dimpling the fabric, almost as if she had stuffed a couple of peanuts down her bra. Except she probably wasn't wearing one, he decided; no straps were visible, and they seemed to move around a bit more than he was used to. He shifted in his seat to make his cock less obvious, and in the process he looked at her face again. She was leaning back slightly, eyes almost closed and a small smile gracing her delicate lips. She looked like she was pleased with herself for some reason. John suspected she was aware of his watching, and that his obvious arousal at her body made her feel pleased. Emboldened by this thought, John was even more determined to go through with his plan. He would get this vision on tape today!

They continued their routine as usual, and apart from her small smiles now and then, the only thing John noticed that made him certain she was toying with him, was her nipples; they were hard as small rocks all the time, pointing the way and hinting at what was going on. John followed her like a puppy reunited with a lost mother; it was a small wonder there was not a trace of drool following his path through the machines. His shirt was now completely unable to hide the wet spot in his shorts, no matter how far he drew it down.

The gym started quieting down, with only three quarters of an hour left until closing time, the last other member in their section finished off and went for the showers. John sensed they were almost done as well, and settled in on the final machine, the pull down. It was facing away from the brunette's final machine, but seeing as he was headed for the showers, it would be best not to go there sporting a full hard-on.

Just as he was finishing his first set, he heard a noise behind him and to the left. The brunette was passing him towards the showers, but she was early; by his estimation, she could only have done a little more than one set, if that.

"Oh, well" he thought, "she probably decided to head for the showers early." He was quite certain she had been getting aroused as well, judging from her firm nipples.

She went past him, a waft of smell hitting his nostrils; fresh sweat, a hint of something floral, maybe a scented soap or fabric softener, and a hint of something muskier. That smell triggered some primal response in his brain, and judging from his hardening cock, he guessed his brain had recognized it and made sure his body was prepared for action.

The brunette stopped. Instead of going for the showers as he expected, she put her flask and towel down, preparing the machine directly opposite John. It took him as moment to figure out which machine it was, having never used it himself. A few seconds later, he recognized it; the mockingly named yes/no-machine; reviled by everyone and anyone who knew anything about strength exercises. Why on earth would she be using that machine? Shaking his head slightly to himself, he thought he must have misjudged her; she apparently didn't know what she was doing if she used that machine.

Apparently she knew exactly what she was doing; having placed her towel on the seat, she put a fairly small amount of weight on the machine, pushed the paddles together and sat down. She was facing John, and as he remembered to look at her face rather than tits, he looked right into her eyes. She smiled a slow smile, her tongue peeking out between her lips just a bit to wet her lips. She winked mischievously at him and started opening her legs.

John died a little then and there. As her legs opened more and more, her eyes held him firmly, daring him to look down. It was almost as if someone had put a strobe light behind him, her eyes seemed to sparkle so much. Her smile deepened and she drew a deep breath, expanding her chest and pushing her tits out to strain against the fabric of her blue tank top. Knowing what he wanted to do, and suspecting she wanted it too, there was still something holding him back. He just couldn't look down and prove to her she had him hooked. By some unknown force of will, he held her eyes as the smile deepened, her eyes twinkled like stars, and her knees kept spreading. Just when he thought she would start closing them again, he saw a slight glimmer of reflection; her tights had been stretched so far they were becoming almost transparent, and her piercing had caught the light from the ceiling. His resolve broke; unable to help himself, he let his eyes wander down her body towards her pussy. Just as be shifted his focus from her alluring lips to her neck down towards the tits, he saw her break out a victorious smile as she closed her eyes and leaned her head back, almost as if to push her hard nipples at him.

For what seemed an hour, he took in her body, from her rock hard nipples, down her flat stomach to her belly button with its own little piercing dimpling the fabric; all the way down to a small tuft of hair, neatly trimmed to a small heart pointing towards her pierced clitoral hood. He could clearly see her lips were totally bare, with not a trace of hair on them. Her clit was poking out of its hood, engorged and glistening. Her inner lips were spread out like the petals of a wilting rose, all the way out to the sides, the entrance to her pussy clearly visible and obviously coated with her mixed sweat and juices. Sometime during his journey along her pussy she had shifted her weight without him noticing, and he could make out her perineum and the slight wrinkling surrounding her asshole. Just when he was beginning to lean forward to get a better look, she closed her legs slowly. He shifted his gaze up and saw that she was twirling one of her nipples between her thumb and index finger, and not being gentle about it either. She was biting her bottom lip, head arched back and eyes closed, and just as he was about to start south again, she sat up and winked at him again.
Show over, she quickly disengaged from the machine, picked up her towel and water flask, preparing to leave.

John was torn; what should he do? He loved his wife and had no intention of being unfaithful to her, but at the same time, this vision of a woman was playing at his deepest desires; repressed for years and starting to come back to life. He knew that as long as he remained passive, everything would work out; he could continue watching her and living out his fantasies in his mind before releasing the tension at home in bed with his wife. But if she acted on her, to him, obvious attraction to him; he was not so sure he would be able to hold back. Still battling with his inner demons and trying to decide what to do, he didn't register her movements. As if a fog was clearing his mind and eyes, he saw her leaning down to his ear; when had she gotten close to him?

"See you in the sauna..."

His resolve broke, but before he could reach out and grab her, intending to rip her clothes off and taking her right then and there, she was off towards the showers.

John got up as if he was stung by something, unconcerned with his painfully hard cock tenting his shorts and pointing forward and up like an arrow aimed right for her tight, warm ass. He almost ran towards the showers, luckily not meeting anyone and nearly ripping his clothes trying to undress as fast as possible. His shaking hands needed three tries to get the locker combination right. Once he'd gathered his fresh towel, bathing shorts and shower soap-bag, he almost slipped and fell twice on the tiles in his haste to get to the showers and the spa beyond. He was about to skip the shower and head straight for the sauna when his mental brakes finally kicked in and he slowed down.

"Think this through, John" He said to himself. "This is all innocent yet; you can look and she can show, but once you start touching, it gets dangerous." Grudgingly, he decided to take a cold shower before heading into the sauna. His mind was set; he would get his film, go home and release his tension down his wife's throat or up her ass, preferably both.

A few minutes later; bathing shorts on and camera rolling, he made his way into the sauna. On the left were the TV's, showing some football match or another. Facing one of them was a couple of reclining chairs, and in front of the other, a small lounge with a table for a small group to relax. To his right, three saunas sat next to each other, glass fronts facing the room and the TV's. In the middle of the room, next to a support column, a small yet deep pool bordered by rounded stones made up the last of the spa.

The leftmost sauna was of the roman kind; not too warm, but with a dense mist giving the illusion of sitting inside a hot cloud. The middle one was a new addition, having previously been another lounge; the gym had added an infrared sauna. Deceivingly cool, its infrared bulbs heated the muscles as if from within, supposedly ideal for some additional stretching. The final sauna was of the traditional Finnish type; baking hot and with the mandatory bucket of water and a ladle, though not with a wooden stove, he noted.

As he looked around the room, he didn't see her right away. Thinking she might have been toying with him, he almost got disappointed; but then he saw a foot with brightly lacquered toes on the bench in the middle sauna. She had beaten him to it, it seemed. He had no way of knowing if those toes belonged to his mystery exhibitionist, but somehow, he knew.

His analytical mind kicked in, looking for the ideal placement of the camera to film her while she relaxed in the sauna. He figured if he took the right-hand reclining chair, he could pretend to watch TV and place the bag with the camera on the stones bordering the pool, right behind the chair. That would aim the lens straight at the bench where she was laying, almost level with it, giving a very good view right up between her legs. He regretted the ban on mobile phones; if he had it with him, he could use the app accompanying the camera to get a real time view of what it was filming, allowing him to place the camera just right. That not being an option, he had to make the best of it and take care in his placement, though not so much it became obvious.

Walking slowly but confidently towards the chair he'd selected, he looked around and confirmed it was indeed the brunette in the sauna. She was on her back, hands folded across her stomach and one leg straight down the bench, explaining the foot he'd seen through the glass. Her other leg was bent; foot touching the floor, creating an inviting view of her barely covered pussy. She had a white one-piece bathing suit on, not particularly daring or anything, but snugly fitting, allowing him to see all the various shapes of her body. As he walked towards the chair, he looked her over, noticing the way her tits spilled out towards the sides, the way her stomach rose and fell with her breathing; she looked so serene, almost asleep. Just before sitting down, he looked at her, now level with her body. Her tits rose in the background, with small points where her nipples seemed to try to pierce the fabric, down her stomach covered in white like a winter landscape; all the way down to the wrinkled slope down her pussy towards her ass. Like a beacon at the top of the slope, her clit piercing made a small point.

He arranged his towel, sat down, and leaned over to place his bag, the lens facing right towards her, hopefully capturing her pussy and ass as she lay there. Satisfied with the position, he sat back up and looked aimlessly at the TV, unsure what to do other than wait.

The sound from the game was turned almost all the way down, and the small fountain spilling water into the pool drowned it out completely. Not that It mattered, the game was unimportant to him, the only game he cared about was unseen; between him, his camera and the shapely brunette behind him. Would she be able to keep her treasure hidden, or would his film capture a glimpse of a pussy lip peeking out of her suit; or maybe a nipple bared as she shifted on the bench, tits spilling out of her bikini?

Not really looking at the screen, he unfocused his eyes, as if looking at something in the distance rather than the idiots trying to catch that ball on the screen. As his eyes relaxed, he thought he saw something reflected on the screen. Straining his eyes, he managed to focus and saw her reflection mirrored in the TV screen. He couldn't see much detail, but he could make out movement and her general position. This was very good news, he could get something approaching a live show, and relive it after, only in even greater detail.

He watched her still form for a couple of minutes, unable to get any details, but not wanting to turn around. She stirred slightly, spreading her legs a bit and sat up. She was looking around the room, and upon seeing the top of his head in the chair, she apparently focused on him. Sitting still, she leaned forward a bit as if concentrating, before reclining a bit. Was she smiling? He thought he saw movement in her face, but the details were hard to make out. He could only sit still and let the game run its course.

In the reflection he saw her lie down on her back. He thought she was going back to her resting position, a bit disappointed, but not really surprised; it had all been a little tease.

Suddenly he saw her arms move. She drew her elbows out, rested her hands flat on her stomach and started rubbing them across it. He watched so intensely his head almost hurt, cursing the lack of detail in the reflection; but at the same time anticipating the movie afterwards. He watched as her hands glided up towards her breasts, gently cupping them, feeling their shape and softness. It looked as though she was twirling her nipples between her fingers, and though he could not tell for sure, he imagined he saw them grow and harden even more as she played with them.

Abruptly, her hands and arms started moved in what seemed an awkward dance, and in the reflection he saw the white sheen of her bikini replaced by light golden, tan skin. She had slipped her bikini over her shoulders and down to her stomach, baring her tits. Hands moving up her stomach again, he was now sure she was playing with her nipples. One hand disappeared towards her head, probably to wet her fingers, he decided.

His erection was becoming painful, demanding his attention. A quick glance at the clock on the wall showed only about fifteen minutes until closing time. Someone from the staff could be coming in on their evening rounds any minute now. Struggling with the choices before him, his lust won out and he started rubbing his cock along the outside of his shorts. Reveling in the feel of his own caress, he once again focused on her reflection, ignoring the football game apparently nearing its end. He was beyond caring if someone saw him now, his cock demanded release after being treated to so many glimpses of her body.

As his eyes managed to get the correct focus again, he saw that one of her hands had started roaming down her stomach towards her belly button and ultimately her pussy and ass. Her fingers circled around a bit before going farther down. Soon her hand was cupping her pussy, hiding it from his view, but moving up and down. He could imagine how it was stroking her lips through the thin fabric covering them. Wondering how they would feel, he imagined the slight ridges and creases of her lips yielding to his fingers as he stroked her pussy through the bikini. The slight moistness from her juices permeating through and the gasps she would make as he flicked the hard nub of her piercing, stimulating her clit in the process. Eyes half closed, he could almost see how her lips spilled out as he drew her bikini to one side and drew his thumb over her exposed clit and moist pussy.

In the reflected image on the wall, her hand was doing just that to herself; she had pushed the bikini to the right, baring her pussy, fingers growing more animated as she played with herself. Cursing the lack of detail, he closed his eyes to imagine it instead; confident he would be seeing it all when he watched the film later.

His right hand continued stroking his cock along the outside of his shorts throughout, but as soon as he closed his eyes, it opened the drawstring and went down inside, as if of its own volition. When he drew his thumb across the head of his cock, smearing his own precum around, he was seeing himself gently probing her pussy with his thumb, index finger gently rubbing her clit and piercing. Marveling at the softness of her pussy, he drew his thumb out, covered in juices, tendrils still attached as he lifted it towards his mouth to taste her. Strawberries, he imagined. She tasted like strawberries fresh from the plant, with an earthy undertone; kind of like Ellen's juices, but completely different at the same time. He gripped his cock firmly and started stroking himself, all the while seeing his middle and index fingers parting her lips, pushing inside her. He heard her gasp as he splayed her open, seeing the inner lips displayed, her clit drawn out from its hiding place under the hood. Her gasp modulated to a throaty grunt-like moan as he pushed his thumb down towards her ass, his sensitive fingertip feeling the ridges surrounding her puckered little hole. Right hand stroking at a furious pace, he started gasping softly to himself as he felt his thumb push at the resistance of her opening. After a brief pause, it yielded, and he pushed it in, feeling the sphincter relax and accept his intrusion, just as her pussy started contracting around his other two finger buried inside her.

"I can see the camera, you know."

His eyes flew open. Lost in his own fantasy and pleasure, he hadn't heard her coming out from the sauna, standing behind him to the right. Scrambling to regain some sort of dignity, he crouched and turned toward her. She was standing right opposite the camera across the little pool, bikini bunched around her waist, her tits proudly displayed to the camera and him. Her left index finger played with her lips, eyes twinkling and a seductive smile taunting him. The right hand was still between her legs, fingers slowly moving in and out of her pussy, clearly sticky with her juices as she probed herself in a leisurely manner.

"I know you've been watching me. Do you like what you see?" Her hand withdrew from her pussy, fingers coated in juices, a drop of liquid hanging from her lips refracting the light to create the illusion of a small rainbow. The proverbial pot of gold at the end of the rainbow, he thought.

"No..." he began, trying to deny it. Seeing the futility of it, he reconsidered. "Yes... I have been watching you. When you were working out before, were you trying to show off and tease me?"

"Maybe. Did it look like I was teasing?"

"It did. I just couldn't quite believe it. Why would someone as hot as you want to show off for someone like me?"

"Someone like you? Have you looked in a mirror lately?" Her hand was back down to her pussy, pushing her lips apart, spreading them for him; and his camera, he thought. She apparently knew exactly what she was doing, getting a rush out of showing herself to him while he was filming her.

John didn't know what to say. He knew he wasn't bad looking or anything, he just couldn't see himself as someone a hot girl like her would be attracted to. But then again, he'd thought the same when Ellen first showed her interest in him, and they had been married for quite some time now, as if to prove him wrong.

Ellen... He panicked. What was he doing? He loved her, and here he was, stroking himself in front of a nearly nude woman, imagining what it would be like to taste her juices and sticking his fingers inside her. When had he started stroking himself again? He didn't know. His mind was in turmoil; here was the woman he had been fantasizing about, displaying herself to him and obviously ready for more. His deepest, darkest dreams being fulfilled. At the same time, he could almost see Ellen's reaction had she seen him now. The anger. The tears. The disappointment. He couldn't go through with this. He had to tell her to stop, or better yet, apologize and walk away while his relative innocence was still intact.

"I've shown you mine, don't you think it's only fair I see yours?" She was next to him now. He had not seen her move at all, lost in his inner struggle.

Frozen in indecision, he saw her hand reach for his shorts, fingers gripping the hem, pulling it down. He let go of his cock as it rose up into the air, all confinement gone. Standing up at an angle, the pulsing not able to keep up with has raging pulse; a drop of precum jiggled and started to slide down the side of the head.

She reached out her index finger, and as it made contact with him, every last shred of willpower fled his mind. He watched as if in a trance as she drew her finger up along his cockhead, collecting the drop of juice in the process. Slowly, she lifted her hand and to her mouth, gently sucking her finger clean, eyes half closed.

"Mmm, you taste good!"

Her other hand withdrew from between her legs, extending towards him as if to offer him a taste. He opened his mouth on reflex, closing his lips around her fingers to savor the taste of her.

Strawberries.

All thoughts fled his mind and he reacted on pure instinct, his lust taking complete control. He grabbed her hand, holding it in place as he sucked her fingers clean, one at a time, all the while looking into her smoldering eyes. She sat down on her knees next to him, leaning forward to reach for his cock. Her nipples beckoned to him, and as his lips closed around one, he felt her hand grasping his cock, gently squeezing right below the head. Reaching up to play with her other nipple, he bit down slightly, reveling in the hiss she made as she sucked air in to her chest; gently squashing her tit to his face. Stroking him, her pace increased as he played with her nipples, tongue and fingers exploring the puckered skin of her areola.

None of them spoke; no words were needed. They both knew and needed what was happening. Eons of instinct taking over, their bodies responded to each other in a way words could not convey.

He lowered the back of the reclining chair all the way down so it was flat with him laying on his back. Lifting her leg, she crawled atop him and aimed her mouth at his cock. Looking up, John could see her now almost transparent bikini plastered to her lips, only halfway covering them. The seam delved between her lips, and one of her inner lips peeked out, begging for his attention. His tongue was on her in an instant, trying to lick her juices from the fabric, mouth closing around her exposed lip. Her breathing was becoming heavier, small moans escaping her lips. More moans as he gently bit her inner lip and flicked it with his tongue. Soon the moans muffled as she took his cock in her mouth, her lips closing around the head of his cock, her tongue playing with it and trying to clean it of the copious amounts of precum covering it.

Using one hand to move her bikini to the side, he used the other to draw he hood back, exposing her clit. He licked her from the opening, slowly down toward her belly, dividing her inner lips before closing in on the exposed clit. As he started licking on and around it, her moans and movements were becoming more rushed. He could sense her approaching a climax. Focusing on her clit and the tiny piercing, he moved both hands toward her ass, sliding them under her bikini, kneading and feeling it. He marveled at the firm, yet soft feel of it, skin smooth, with layers of muscle playing beneath. Spreading her cheeks, he could just make out her puckered little hole, shaded by the bikini still covering the crack of her ass. With one hand he drew the bikini roughly to the side, exposing her crack, the other hand splaying her ass open. His mouth watered at the sight of her ass, and pulling his head up, he drew his tongue in a continuous motion from her clit to her other hole, smearing it with her sticky juice and his saliva. As his licking centered on her asshole, he gently probed it with the tip of his tongue, trying to push it inside. Her moans had now taken on a frantic note, she sounded more urgent, but at the same time even more distant. Feeling a new pressure on the head of his cock, he understood why; she had taken almost all of him into her mouth, and his head was pushing up against her throat. Pushing harder, he felt the pressure lessen a bit, and he slid farther in, past her throat and all the way down.

John couldn't believe he hadn't exploded in her mouth yet. Ellen had only managed to deepthroat him a few times, typically after a few too many glasses of wine, and every time he had come right then and there, spewing his cum right down her throat. Today was different though; he hadn't come, and it didn't feel like he was about to either. He was able to just enjoy the sensations fully, but not in any danger of coming too soon. He had not meant to cheat on his wife, but now that he was, he was going to enjoy it as much as he could.

Focusing back at her ass and pussy in front of him, he decided to push her over the edge. Attacking her with his mouth again, he started licking in long strokes from asshole to clit, back and forth. Every time he got to her ass, he deposited more juice, and every time he got to her clit, he circled it with his tongue or grazed it with his front teeth. His hands roamed her ass, probing and circling ever closer to her hole. Soon she was thrashing atop him, her breathing erratic, moans and gasps following every breath. Hands drawing ever closer, she started pleading.

"Please! I'm so close, just a little bit more..."

"Right there, right there! Aaah!"
Teasing her a little, he drew back a bit, easing the pressure on her clit just by a fraction.

"Nooo! Don't stop, just a little more, I'm sooo close!"

John had no intention of keeping her waiting though, he was just preparing for his final move. Left hand creeping towards her ass he slowly covered his thumb with the juices he had smeared there. Pushing lightly, he began probing her ass, feeling the muscles within offering a symbolic resistance to his intrusion. John, however, was focused on his mission; he pushed a bit harder and rotated his thumb slightly to loosen her ass up before pushing a bit farther in. Just as he felt the muscles relaxing, accepting his pressure and allowing his thumb to penetrate her, he closed his lips around her clit, squeezing it and flicking his tongue across it like an obsessed man.

Her belly started shaking as a deep groan formed there. Pushing his thumb even farther in, he felt more than heard her groan travel up through her chest towards the throat, becoming a high pitched wail in the process. He would have come from the vibrations had she not released his cock in order to throw her head back. Her body went taut as a spring, her ass squeezing his thumb, pussy pulsing around his mouth and her juices dribbling over the bridge of his nose and down his cheeks. Her breathing seemed to stop, and she froze in that position; back bent down and head thrown backwards like a wolf howling at the moon. She made no sound, having used up all her breath; she was still as a statue, muscles frozen in tension, no movement except for the rhythmic pulsing of her sphincter around his thumb.

All of a sudden she slumped forward. Where all her muscles had been tense a second ago, every one of them seemed to relax at the same time. Her head snapped forward, her legs and arms lost their support and she slid forward, drawing her ass off his thumb with the movement. John was unsure if she was still conscious. Her orgasm had seemed intense, and he was afraid she might have passed out.

"Oh. My. God! That was unbelievable!" she mumbled as if halfway between dreaming and waking.

"How did you do that? That feeling when your thumb pushed into my ass; I've never felt anything like that before!"

John smiled to himself. Ellen had been the same way when he first introduced her to ass-play. Her orgasms had been the most intense they'd shared, and now she craved his cock up her ass more often than not.

Not saying a word, he rolled her over, taking care not to drop her on the floor while he extricated himself from under her. It was time to take what he wanted. His inner coward had fled as he made her orgasm, and now he was asserting himself like a caveman who had found a lovely female and won the fight for her attention. Now he was ready to fuck her, consequences be damned!

Rolling her over on her back, he proceeded to strip her of the bikini. He took a few seconds to admire her relaxed form, all the way from her flowing hair down to her pink toe nails. Her face had the satisfied, relaxed look of a woman who had just orgasmed, her eyes watching with a slightly detached interest as he lifted her feet and legs into the air, spreading them wide. He kissed his way from her ankle downwards before sitting down on his knees, kissing the inside of her thigh while pushing her knees towards her chest. Her pussy and ass opened as he pushed her legs back, and leaning forward, he rested the head of his cock against her lips. Looking up to see if she objected, he saw only lust and anticipation there. A small nod followed, and he pushed forward.

His cock slid in between her lips slowly. The lubrication of her juices meant he could slide into her in one smooth, stretched out movement. As he bottomed out, she let her head fall back, her eyes rolling up, a satisfied moan escaping her lips. Holding still, he savored the feeling of her slick walls squeezing his cock. The small movements of her inner walls as muscles tightened and relaxed played a wonderful counter to the gentle pulsing of his cock with every heartbeat.

Bracing himself against her knees, he started sliding out. He marveled at the look as her lips folded around his cock, rippling back and forth as he began thrusting in and out. Slowly increasing his pace, he leaned forward to support her knees with his shoulders, allowing him to support himself on his hands and lean forward even more. Their lips closed in on each other, tongues meeting and then melting together in a passionate kiss. Her knees were almost next to her ears now and he marveled at her flexibility, though having seen her yoga exercise he wasn't exactly surprised. He started pushing into her harder and faster. Their kiss broke off as he bottomed out and her head rolled back again. Leaning back up, he told her to hold her knees up. She complied with a knowing smile. She knew what came next.

Sitting slightly back, he withdrew his cock until the head was almost popping out of her pussy. He grabbed his cock and rubbed it along her pussy a couple of times, gathering lubrication. Slowly he drew it down towards her puckered little asshole, increasing his pressure as he got nearer. He centered the head at her opening, pushing gently in before looking up at her face again. Her mouth was halfway open, her breath a rushed panting and her eyes glowing with approval; she wanted this as much as he did. Keeping his eyes locked on hers, he started pushing forward gently. As his head met the resistance of her sphincter, he saw her eyes close slightly in a small wince of pain and he stopped. Holding still he waited for her to grow accustomed to the feeling before pushing in a bit more. After two more stops, almost all of his head was inside her ass. He could feel the pressure of her muscles around the crown of his head, and he knew it would only take one more push to get inside. She felt it too; bracing herself; she nodded slightly to him and held her breath. He pushed forward, feeling the pressure increase slightly and then suddenly lessening. Her eyes shot open in mixed pain and pleasure as he slid into her. Holding still a bit more, he could feel her muscles squeezing his cock as if to force it out unsuccessfully. Her panting increased and her eyes closed for a second as she tried to relax. When she had regained control again, she opened her eyes halfway and looked at him.

"Fuck my ass! Now!"

Not being one to deny a lady, John complied.

Pushing forward, he slid into her. Centimeter by centimeter, his cock plowed into her ass until his balls were resting against her cheeks. He leaned forward to bite her nipples gently as he started moving in her. With each thrust forward he bit down on her nipple, a little harder each time. Pretty soon he was leaning against her knees again, and her hands found her other nipple and throbbing pussy. Sensing she was approaching another orgasm, he increased his rhythm even more, his balls slapping against her ass and his teeth almost chewing on her nipple. Feeling the pressure in his balls increasing, he could feel his own orgasm closing in.

Just as she was beginning to tense up in another orgasm, he shoved his cock into her as hard as he could, bit down on her nipple and held onto it. Her mouth opened as if to scream, but no sound came. There was little doubt she was coming; her muscles gripped and squeezed his cock rhythmically and he could feel her juices running down his balls, dripping onto the chair. Her orgasm seemed to last for minutes, and John could feel himself approaching the cliff as her ass massaged his cock, coaxing the cum out of his balls. He was nearing the point of no return, leaning back and closing his eyes in anticipation.

"Well, this is highly irregular!"

Both their heads snapped forward, eyes flying open at the sound of an unfamiliar voice. John involuntarily drew back, his cock slipping free of her ass, and as he moved forward to avoid losing his balance, his cock slapped down on top of her pussy. He was past the point of no return. He could feel the cum rising from his balls, up through his cock and start spewing out. He saw the first jet of cum landing right on her nipple, trailing down her tit and stomach. Then he lifted his gaze and saw the owner of the voice.

It appeared they had lost track of time and gotten caught by one of the staff doing the evening rounds before closing up. The shapely blonde aerobics instructor was standing just across the pool looking right at them. Or rather, she was looking right at his cock. As his cock continued twitching and dribbling cum, none of them said a word. John and the brunette were looking at the blonde; she was looking at his cock.

The flow of cum slowed down, and as his mind began to work in proper order after his orgasm, he realized her face had a strange look. Focusing away from her face he understood why; her hand was buried down the front of her tights, fingers sawing in and out.

All three of them stood as if frozen, except for her fingers, until suddenly her knees buckled and she had to support herself on the edge of the pool. A small gasp escaped her lips and she went still for a few seconds. Shaking her head, she walked around the pool on unsteady legs towards them. When she got close to them, she reached out towards the brunette's cum-covered nipple. Squeezing the nipple not too gently, she scooped up the cum covering it and brought it to her mouth.

"Mmm, I love the taste of fresh cum..."

John was frozen like a deer caught in the headlights of a car and could only watch as she bent forward. She opened her mouth, taking his softening cock between her lips, sucking out the cum still left inside it. When his cock had gone all soft, she turned her head around, licking from the top of the brunette's clit upwards, scooping Johns cum up with her tongue. Rising up, she bent over the brunette and kissed her on the mouth, depositing some of his cum across her lips before coming back up and noisily swallowing what was left of his load in her mouth. Leaning over to John, she gave him a light kiss on the cheek before turning away.

"I won't tell anyone if you won't. I'm closing up in fifteen minutes; make sure you're out the front door by then. Unless you want to spend the night that is..."

She disappeared back into the women's shower before any of them could say a word. Looking back at each other, John and the brunette both burst out laughing to relieve the tension. After a minute or so they both calmed down and smiled fondly at each other, both feeling a bit embarrassed as well.

"Hi, I'm Veronica."

"John. Pleased to meet you!"

"We should do this again sometime, it was fun!"

"We should." John replied.

With a satisfied smile, she licked his cum off her lips, leaned forward and kissed him on the opposite cheek of the blonde. Before John could do or say anything, she was turning around, walking towards the showers. As she walked he could see her scooping up his cum with her fingers, sucking them clean one by one.

John looked at the clock on the wall. The blonde had said fifteen minutes until closing, but according to the clock it was already ten minutes past closing. How long had she been watching them, rubbing herself? And then he remembered; she had been standing across the pool, right in front of the camera...

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