Always Shower After A Workout

Renagade showed the girl at the desk his membership card, and then hurried down the stairs. Spinning class had started five minutes ago, and he hated to be late, but the traffic had been particularly bad for a Friday night. Besides, he'd make up for it by pushing extra hard tonight. Renagade hustled into the almost full Spinning room,(a spinning room is a room with exercise bikes?), about forty fit young people already pedaling away on a fifty-percent-resistance climb, the music blasting. Renagade searched for an open bike, and finally spotted one. He adjusted the bike seat and handle bars, at the same time kicking off his Nikes and stepping into his cleated cycling shoes. He jumped onto the saddle, locked his feet into the pedals, adjusted the bike's resistance, and started to pump away.

It wasn't until the next exercise, an out of the saddle, seventy-five-percent-resistance climb, that he even noticed who was working out in front of him. "God, would you look at the ass on her," Renagade thought to himself. He wasn't being a leach - how could he avoid looking when something so perfect was staring him in the face? Oh, and those long, sleek, powerful legs, and that gorgeous red hair falling down her back.

Now the Instructor switched the routine to one where they pedaled standing up for two beats, then sat down and pedaled for two beats. Up, down, up, down. Renagade just watched her ass bob up and down, up and down, imagining her doing it on something other than the bike seat, and wearing something other than bike shorts - panties, perhaps.

The routine changed again, to one in which the Spinners stayed seated. Renagade glanced into the mirror at the front of the room. There was quite a jumble of bodies to look through, but finally he spotted her. God, she is so pretty. Face flushed, blue eyes focused, breathing hard. Yeah, I'd like to see her look just like that, Renagade thought, except under me, not atop that bike. Now all the Spinners moved their hands into "Third Position," stretched way out on the handlebars. Renagade watched in the mirror as she leaned forward, a nice scoop of cleavage coming into view. Renagade felt a stirring in his bicycle shorts. Whoa, he thought, better concentrate on the workout, or this could get embarrassing.

Renagade pushed hard for the duration of the workout - got to burn off all that junk food I've been eating, he thought to himself. And then, finally, the hard driving music transformed into softer stuff, signaling that the workout was over and the cool down was beginning. Deep breaths, stretch out the arms, turn the head... And that's when she, for the first time, looked behind herself and noticed Renagade. And broke into a huge smile. "Renagade!" Ann said. "I didn't know you were right behind me. Why didn't you say something?"

"I wanted to keep an eye on you," Renagade said, kiddingly. "Make sure you weren't flirting with any other guys."

"Yeah, right," Ann countered. "When I've got a hunk like you?" They both laughed - drenched in sweat, black hair jumbled, Renagade knew he looked nothing like a hunk at the moment.

They finished the stretch out, and began gathering their things. "You showering here or at home?" Renagade asked. "Well, let me see," Ann replied. "Here I can shower with a bunch of girls, at home I can shower with you. What to do..? What to do...?"

"Shower with me, and I promise to loufa you," Renagade said. "I hope that's not all you'll do," Ann responded. Renagade felt that stirring in his bicycle shorts again.

Renagade may have exceeded the speed limit as he drove home in his Dodge Viper, and got there before Ann. He gave his pet weasel some dinner, and then prepared a glass of wine for both of them. He took them into the bathroom, and started up the water in the oversize steam shower. Then he put some 80's music on the CD player. Renagade peeled off his sweat drenched t-shirt, leaving himself in just his cycling shorts. He heard Ann come through the front door, and a moment later she entered the bathroom. "Ooh, you look great," she said, looking him up and down. "Almost as good as when you wear just your boxers."

"I don't know," Renagade, said, "maybe I should spend more time on the weights and less time Spinning." He affected a few body-builder poses for Ann's inspection. But neither could keep a straight face. "Stick to the cardio," Ann said. "I want your heart to be in good shape."

"Oh, and why do you want that?" Renagade asked. "I just do," she replied. Ann looked Renagade straight in the eye, and then began to remove her sports bra. But she didn't just shuck it off - she slowly, sexily, pulled it up from its bottom, and used her hands and arms to shield her breasts from Renagade's view for as long as possible. Finally, he could see Ann's marvelous mounds in all their glory.

Now each of them wore just their bicycle shorts. Together, they each began to roll them off. Ann had the easier time of it; the path of her shorts was straight down. Renagade, however, had to pull his shorts down, then out over his hardening cock, then finally down again. Ann watched as Renagade continued to rise to full glory. "What can I say?" Renagade quipped, "Exercising gets my blood flowing."

"And what can I say," Ann countered, striding toward him, so beautifully naked, "exercise gets me horny." And with that, she bent down and engulfed Renagade's cock in her mouth. Caught by surprise, Renagade could only let out a gasp of pleasure. Ann put a hand on Renagade's butt, and sucked him for a few moments. Then she released his dick from her mouth, and ran her tongue up and down its underside a couple times. "Umm, even better than chocolate," she said before once more devouring his cock. She sucked a moment more, then, releasing him and rising up, said, "So, wanna join me in the shower?"

Ann pushed past the still slightly stunned Renagade, entering the roomy shower. Renagade watched her a moment, the water cascading down on her fabulous body. My God, he thought, look at the chest on her. Renagade stepped into the shower and joined her under the showerhead. Renagade and Ann hugged each other tightly, letting the water cascade on them. They kissed deeply, passionately, the feel of the water on their faces adding to the sensations. Renagade's cock was pressed firmly against Ann's belly. She straddled his upper thigh, her pussy pressed hard against his muscular leg. They finally had to break the kiss because they were out of breath and unable to get any air under the stream of water. But still they kept their naked bodies pressed together.

"Wanna wash my hair?" Ann asked. "Depends which hair you had in mind." Renagade replied. With a look, she handed him the shampoo and turned her back so she faced toward the shower head. Renagade poured out some shampoo, then began to work it into Ann's scalp. As he was massaging it in with both hands, Ann reached back with one of her hands to grasp Renagade's hard cock and gently pump it. "That feels nice," Ann said in reference to getting shampooed. "I agree," Renagade said, not at all referring to the shampoo. After Ann had rinsed, it was time for her to wash Renagade's hair. They switched positions, and she began to shampoo him. Renagade loved the feel of her warm breasts pushing in his back. And to be a gentleman, he returned the favor by reached back to gently fondle Ann's pussy. Ann gladly pressed herself forward, and spread her legs to help Renagade. He worked his finger through her pubic hair and into her slit. Then lightly up and down her crevice, before finally plunging a finger into her warm opening. He swirled his finger around, just the way he knew Ann liked it. Ann let out a low moan - she loved the feeling of his fingers against her G-spot. The steam was getting heavier in the shower now.

Renagade ducked his head (the big one) into the flow of water to rinse it off. Then, without removing his hand from Ann's pussy, he turned to face her. Ann reached for Renagade's cock, and began to pump it once again. They stood together, giving each other pleasure, their enjoyment heightened by the warm water rushing over their naked bodies. Ann ran her free hand all over Renagade's body. He has the most magnificent eyes I've ever seen, Ann thought.

Still holding Renagade's cock with one hand, Ann picked up the soap with her other hand and began to rub it over Renagade's body, over his chest, both his arms, his loins, around the back for a quick trip through the crack of his ass. They both giggled. Then Ann gently soaped Renagade's balls, finally running the bar up and down the length of Renagade's cock. "Nothing like a good 'soap-job'," Renagade quipped. Even more fun was when Ann pulled his cock under the water and spent quite some time making sure it was completely rinsed off. Renagade closed his hazel eyes and sighed at the pleasure.

Now it was Renagade's turn to soap up Ann. Renagade had to curtail fondling Ann's pussy because he used the two-handed soaping technique. Rub up the soap in both hands, put it down, and then apply lather-filled hands directly to the body, which Renagade particularly enjoyed employing on Ann's firm ass, and then on her breasts. He fondled each of her lovely peaks, paying particular attention to rolling her nipples between his soapy fingers. Renagade re-soaped his hands, then began to rub his way down Ann' belly. Over her stomach, past her waist, and then finally into her wet tangle of pubic hair. Ann closed her eyes and sighed. She tightened the grip she still held on Renagade's cock.

Once more Renagade moved his finger up and down Ann's slit. He used a feather light touch to tickle her clit, and then slid his finger down into her pussy. Ann let out a long "Oooohhhh..." and clamped her muscles down on Renagade's finger. She felt her breathing rate increase, inhaling deeply of the thick, steamy air.

Renagade gently guided Ann to the tile bench in the back of the steam shower, and helped sit her down on it. She spread her legs wide apart, inviting Renagade to partake of her treasures. Renagade knelt before her on the warm tile floor, and, with the hot water pounding on his back, began to lick her pussy. He ran his tongue around the edges of her lips, which were warm and wet from the shower. Then he drove his tongue as far into her pussy as he could, holding it stiff. Ann let out another sigh - his tongue felt incredible in her sensitive pussy opening. Renagade removed his tongue, and replaced and it with his thumb. Ann took it in easily -- she was very wet, and very hot, and she clamped her pussy muscles tightly on his digit. Renagade began to gently lick his way toward Ann's clit. Ann began to rock her hips, and moan softly. A feeling of warmth spread throughout her body. Finally, after an agonizingly slow trek, Ann felt Renagade's tongue make contact with her aching love button. A wave of pleasure rippled through her. Her moans got more urgent. Her pussy muscles continued their involuntary contractions on Renagade's thumb, which she could feel deep inside her. She grasped Renagade by the back of his head, and pulled him tightly against her pussy. His tongue flattened on her clit, and she began to rock herself up and down against it. "Oh god, oh god..." she moaned. Renagade began to work his thumb in and out of Ann, lingering on the edge for a moment, teasing her, before pressing it once more inside. The tension in Ann was radiating from her pussy all the way up through her torso. The combination of a tongue on her clit and the thumb in her pussy was pushing her ever closer to the edge. Her thighs tensed. Her clitoris tingled. Then Renagade began to turn his thumb, pressing Ann's G-spot. That did it. Ann's moans turned to gasps, and with a "Ahh... ahhh... ahhhhh..." she finally exploded, her body wracked by spasms of pleasure, her pussy held tight against his mouth.

When she had finally caught her breath again, Ann released Renagade's head, and looked at him with dreamy blue eyes. "That was incredible," she said. "Good," Renagade said, smiling at her. Ann slowly got off the bench, her legs a bit shaky. "Now, you sit down," she instructed Renagade. He gladly did as he was told. His hard cock pointed up at the showerhead. Ann straddled Renagade, letting the head of his pole nestle into the wet, puffy opening of her pussy. They stared into each other's eyes, each anticipating a moment of immense pleasure. And then Ann just sat down on Renagade's lap, his cock sliding into her easily, each of them letting out a long "Ahhh." The sensations for each were incredible -- Renagade felt engulfed by smooth warmth, Ann felt impaled by a huge, gentle probe. They pressed their warm, wet bodies together, and Ann wrapped her legs around Renagade's back.

The lovers felt so totally connected - really one person rather than two. They sat like that for a moment, just enjoying the sensations, spray from the hot shower hitting them, the air thick and steamy. And then, at just the right moment, Renagade began using his hands to gently lift Ann up on his cock, then let her slide down. Up, then down. Up, then down. Sometimes he held her for a moment at the top, his cock barely inside her, before letting her slide all the way down. Other times he only let her slide partially down before pulling her back up. Ann never knew what Renagade was going to do, and the uncertainty, and the variety of sensations, was driving her wild.

Renagade, who'd been thinking of this for a while now, wanted desperately to come, but not until Ann was ready again. He leaned her back a bit, changing his angle of penetration, and allowing him to suck her nipples. Ann's breathing began to get ragged. Each stroke brought a louder groan from each of them. Renagade held Ann at the top of a stroke, his cock just barely inside her pussy. He teased her for what seemed like hours by starting to let her down, then pulling her back up. A little down, then back up. Ann was desperate to be impaled, her pussy contracting greedily on the bit of Renagade inside her. And then Renagade finally let Ann slide all the way down. That pushed them both over the edge. Each knew their orgasm was coming on like a train wreck. Renagade pulled Ann up and down for another full stroke, then one more, each of them grunting loudly. And then finally, with Renagade's cock in Ann as deeply as it could go, they both exploded, Renagade shooting into her like a cannon, Ann clamping down on Renagade like a vise. Their strong spasms went on, and on, then, finally, began to subside.

They were finished, but neither wanted to move. They hugged each other even tighter, both externally and internally, and tried to catch their breaths. "I'd say tonight has been the best workout I've had in some time," Renagade said. "Yeah, but who said it's over?" Ann replied with a raised eyebrow. Renagade let out a long sigh. "Thank God I'm in shape," was all Renagade could say before Ann kissed him hard.