He’d seen her around the club before and admired her beauty from afar. She was gorgeous. Blonde, tall, strikingly attractive with a fit, lithe figure. She would wonder around the club in her tight cycling shorts, her perfect arse visible through the thin latex. She disappeared around the corner and into the ladies changing room.
It was getting late, near closing and Don, who happened to be the assistant manager, was getting ready to lock up, so that he could go and relax in the sauna. Working out all the aches and pains of yet another hard days work.
Don went to the front entrance, closed and locked the doors. He flicked the sign round to closed, then went back behind the reception counter and turned off the lights that illuminated the foyer. He grabbed a towel from under the counter, and trotted off towards the gents changing room.
In the changing room, he went to the first available hanger space, and sat on the bench. He untied his shoes, and took off his socks. Standing up, he unclipped his nametag from his uniform T-shirt then slipped it over his head. Still standing, he took down his tracksuit bottoms and boxer shorts until he was standing there naked. He admired himself in the mirror for a bit, flexing his pectoral and stomach muscles. He wrapped the towel around him, and went into the corridor to the sauna.
He opened the doors to the sauna and was at once engulfed in fragrant steam. He went over to the bucket of water in the corner, and ladled some more water onto the glowing embers. He then went and sat in the corner to relax.
Opening his eyes, he could see another figure through the steam. He couldn’t quite make out whom it was, but he could see what the person was doing. A hand was between their legs. The steam cleared a little, and he noticed that it was she. The fit blonde who had occupied his mind so often. Mary. He could see that her hand was under her towel, and she was gently stroking her pussy. A bulge started to form in his towel, and he couldn’t resist.
Mary opened her eyes and looked straight at Don.
“Hmmmm. I was hoping that you’d be coming in here. Go on, you can touch yourself, I don’t mind.” She said huskily.
Don grabbed hold of his cock, and started to stroke it between thumb and forefinger. Mary’s eyes lowered until she was glaring at his cock. She looked Don back in the eyes and licked her lips.