I had just finished my workout, and got into the shower. I was thinking about this young man I saw out in the gym. During the late morning, it was mostly women in our gym, so pretty much any man who walked in got ogled. This guy was something to look at though! He was tall, not muscular but very fit and lean. And black. So very black. Like the blackest person you ever saw and make them darker than that. Twice as dark even. His eyes were pure white and his lips pure pink, but the rest was black as a moonless midnight.
This club had nice showers. Stone walls, large enough for three people even, and a stone bench. No curtain or door though. I did enjoy showing off my body to other women, and I enjoyed seeing their nude bodies walking around and soaping up. If I got really lucky some days, a woman would take the stall across from me, and I'd get a show. I was good at not getting caught looking, but sometimes I knew they knew I was looking.
The club was dead today though. Just me and this guy, one older fellow we saw three times a week, and two old ladies I sometimes had breakfast with afterward. I was in the shower less than twenty seconds when the surprise of my lifetime happened. That man I'd ogled before, the really black one, was entering the shower stall with me! In the womens' locker room! And he was fucking nude! And let me tell you, he was hot. His dark skin, all shiny with sweat and oils, his pink lips, and then that cock! This man had a tremendous cock. A beautiful penis. It was uncircumsized, but inside the little hole at the end I could see a very pink, very bulbous, head.
This man just walked into my stall, right behind me, and as I felt his presence and turned around to look at him, he took a handful of my body wash from the bench and started soaping me up. This tall athletic man was handling me in a public place. His hands were all over my chest as he turned me around, now my back against his chest and belly. I felt that big dick, all limp but meaty, right in my crack. He soaped up my back, my butt, my legs.
He sat down on that bench, and turned me again toward him. He lifted my left leg up onto the bench, exposing my entire slit to him, now just a foot away from his mouth. He soaped my belly, my little boobs, while his other hand did my thighs. That hand slid up my thigh to my pussy, and his soapy fingers rubbed up my pussy lips, then over my anus, and back over my lips and clit. He went back over my privates again, this time with both hands, one going up and one going down, both in my crevice at the same time. I looked down, and saw him looking right up at me. He made firm eye contact with me, and he smiled. I could have cum right at that moment.
This stranger, this African man, was looking up at me while he molested me with his big soapy hands, all in the shower at my gym! He stood up, and turned me once more, now my back to him. He ran his soapy hands all over my neck, my chest, my boobs, my nipples, my belly. For a moment I got clarity, and I was afraid. First, I'm married. Second, this is a stranger, and this is a very open shower stall in a gym. Third, and maybe most scary for me, he was a black man. I never saw a black man nude, except in a porn or something. I was never this close to any black people generally, and I never would even have dreamed of being nude and in a shower being touched by one. This town really has no black people here, and most of us like it that way, if you know what I mean.
Still, here I was, scared, and horny as fuck. My legs were weak, with this man handling me like this. He turned me toward him, and he pressed him cock against my belly, and then he kissed me! This man, this strange man, was kissing me! I could feel his penis bobbing, throbbing, poking at my belly, every once in a while the head would touch my pubes.
As he kissed me, I felt his hands both go to my shoulders. I've been around the block a few times, and of course I know this means a man wants you to suck his cock. Well, I was so excited, I wanted to taste that big black dick. I got down to my knees, supplicating myself to my new master. I was looking right at this masterpiece of meat. It was as long as half my arm, and half as thick. The foreskin was so so black, and it covered a fat and very pink head inside. That head was slowly poking out, as he went from barely hard to halfway.
I was really stalling for time now. I had gone about as far as I could possibly go without breaking any rules. Any bit farther now was crossing those lines. I somehow convinced myself that I could stroke it, maybe I'd even jerk him off, but that sucking it would be wrong. So I stroked his long dick with my soapy hands. I kept stalling. I knew what my body was telling me, that I had to suck this penis. But I knew I couldn't do it. I kept stalling. I even put my face along the length, careful to not touch the thing with my lips.
I could feel him getting bigger, and thicker. Then I did it. I crossed the line, albeit just one toe across. As I ran my face along his penis, I turned my head a little, just enough so my lips could brush his shaft. When I got down to the tip, I ran my mouth right over his balls. He had big heavy balls, and he was basically hairless. I could smell his scent from working out. Even though we'd soaped up, he still smelled of masculinity. This alpha man had already intruded into my shower, and pushed me to my knees, and now with his chemical scent release, had moved me to forget my marriage vows and open my lips to his cock. I did not like the taste of the soap!
I used this soap taste as an excuse to rethink my daring. I looked up at him, and then stood up. As I turned the shower back on, to rinse us off, it all ran through my mind one last time. I had kissed his penis. I had licked his balls. I'd kissed him on the lips. I let him touch my pussy and my asshole. But only once, just one tiny second, I'd touched my tongue to his cock and tasted it. Only the second penis I'd ever seen up close, beside my husband's. And it's black! I must be completely crazy.
