We Had To Share A Shower At The Gym

Sweat keeps me sane. Things might be tough now, but if I wasn't working out, it would be ten times worse. This past week I've been a gym sad boy. I go to group fitness class and work harder than the instructor thinks I can. Then I stretch, get my shit, and leave.

My mom has been in the hospital this whole week and I feel like I'm on the verge of a nervous breakdown. I've read that single men in their late twenties don't fare well in terms of mental health, but I'm so down all the time it's hard to meet someone. I figure if I can get in better shape and up my confidence, I'll have a shot. As for now, I'm in a vicious cycle.

I don't know if you've ever been without physical touch for a long time, but it's driving me crazy. Hugging my mom while she lies in a hospital bed is more for her than for me at this point. I want to feel a woman's touch: to feel her soft curves press into me and hold on tight. I want to be desired. I also think desperation is the strongest cologne. So I keep my head down and mind my damn business. The only thing worse than being alone is being pitied.

Fuck me, ok. So I go to class on Monday. It's the 10am class and there aren't too many folks here. Most people are in the 8 or 9am class. When I arrive a few minutes early to stretch, the 9am people are grabbing their things and heading out or heading to the shower.

I surreptitiously look around to see who I'll be spending the next hour with. In the burbs it's mostly women in their 30s and 40s, a couple of fit dads, maybe a couple folks who are really out of shape and trying to get their shit together, and occasionally a young woman.

Today there's a guy in his 50s I've seen around: the getting-his-shit-together type. I've seen him before.There's a middle-aged couple who keep to themselves, a couple of suburban moms, and me. No one I'll have trouble keeping my eyes off.

The coach comes in, her voice amplified with mic and speakers, and she gives us some stretches. I'm these classes, the coach is always doing their best to keep energy high, even if no one is really feeling it. I think sometimes I go hard in class just so the coach feels like they're doing a good job.

Anyway, a few stretches in and a figure walks in from the lobby. I only catch her out of the corner of my eye, but I think she's young from the way she moves. I stretch to the right and get a better look. She's young: probably on summer break from college, but she carries herself confidently. She's probably 5'4" with dark brown hair, a thin figure, but not bony, and all she's wearing is a matching sports bra and biker shorts, hair in a ponytail. I didn't get a great look at her face before switching to the left side of the stretch.

Once stretches wrapped up, we all filed to different stations in the circuit. (This class was essentially 5 different stations and you'd rotate from one to the next.) I headed to a station that was more cardio-heavy to start, thinking I'd be alone, but to my surprise, this young woman wound up there as well. Neither of us acknowledged each other to avoid small talk, but I may have nervously glanced over her way. She was beautiful with piercing blue eyes, full lips, and an elegant nose on a confident face, a lock of hair falling into her face out of her ponytail.

"Clock is starting in 10...9..." coach hollered, starting the countdown.She and I got on our treadmills for the first part of the workout."3...2...1...get going, guys! I wanna see a good pace that you can maintain for the entire segment!"

And we were off. I always like to start at an easy pace to warm up. I've seen too many guys lay it all out early and collapse halfway through the workout. I kept my pace easy and my head cool.

I glanced over to see how my station buddy was doing. She was keeping the pace chilly too. After about a minute, we walked for a short interval and then picked it up again. Feeing warmer, I upped the pace a bit. Out of my peripherals, I thought I saw her head turn. Then, I heard her feet turning over a little faster. With a quick glance, I could see she was matching my pace. Maybe challenging me. "Ok, you wanna go?" I thought to myself. I held pace before we rested for another few seconds.

At the end of the rest, we both turned up our treads a little higher, moving into a solid run pace. With my long legs, I tried to make it look easy, threatening to turn the speed up even more if I wanted. She was in good conditioning, but I had the advantage here. I dialed my speed up ever so slightly and I could feel her glance over to my screen.When the first portion ended, I felt very warm, sweat collecting in my headband, my heart rate decently elevated. She was breathing heavy too, but moving well.

Time for Station 2. Here we worked with some weights. It was a chance to build some strength and lower the heart rate a bit. My goal here was to pick weights I could keep moving through: very little break time, ideally.When we begin, I think she noticed my strong pace and was trying to match me. It was only the second station but we were subtly pushing each other a little farther than we'd go alone.

Station 3 was rowing and burpees. My long legs gave me great leverage for the row and burpees, while painful, I could move through quickly. I could tell she was trying to keep up with me on this, her row getting a little fast and frantic. She looked over at my distance after a minute and finally spoke: "Damn."

I looked over to her and for a moment, her chest heaving, sweat covering every beautiful inch of her. All I got out was, "Thanks." She smiled out of the corner of her mouth and we both dropped down for burpees. But her pace was crazy. I was tracking how fast she went up and down and her short stature was a huge benefit for her here. I finally finished my reps and she was already back on the tower. "You're fast." I said, almost breathless. She didn't reply, just glanced over in acknowledgment. All that and she was still trying to keep my row pace. This girl had some fire.

Station 4 was a lot of crunches, leg raises, ab stuff. She crushed it while I struggled to kept a few reps chained together. I was laughing to myself a bit. The trainer came over and said to me, "Come on, match her pace! You can do it!" I tried in vain, but my core was going to failure now. I collapsed a bit, chuckling. She looked over to me and smiled, "What, can't keep up?" She was poking fun at me."Goddamn, I'll give you this one, ok?" I said, trying to recover."Just one last station!" The trainer shouted through the speakers.

Station 5 was just holding a plank. That's it. For as long as you can. Brutal way to end class.The coach came over to us as we got ready for the endless plank. "Since you guys are the only ones at this station, face each other and tap opposite hands alternating while you're in the plank. Just a little extra challenge since you're both crushing this class."

We looked at each other like "what the hell.""You wanna try it?" I said."Yeah, let's do it." She replied, determined.We got into cat/cow, heads facing each other as we waited for the buzzer to launch us into planks.We glanced up at each other and the buzzer rang. Up we went.The first minute was hard but doable. We tapped opposite hands every couple seconds, our sweat and calluses encouraging each other.

The second minute our arms were shaking like crazy, our high-fives slowing down, but neither one of us wanting to be the first to fall out of the plank.

"Fuck." I said."I can't hold this much longer" she got out through gritted teeth.We glanced up at each other and for ten more seconds held on until we both collapsed to the floor at the same time, our chests heaving, covered in sweat, arms numb."Come on, guys! Stay in it!" The coach yelled.

We both laughed a bit and tried without success to get back into a plank one last time. The buzzer went off and class was over. The music slowly decrescendoed and as the coach moved us into stretches, the two of us were still a heaving mess on the floor.

After a minute of laying on the turf floor, we pushed ourselves to our hands and knees.

"I'm Bri, by the way." She said.

"Oh shit. Right. I'm Finn. Nice to meet you."

We both stood up and grabbed our water bottles.

"Are you usually at the 10am?" Bri asked.

"9 or 10, I guess. I basically go whenever I'm free. I'm new though. Just here visiting my mom while she's in the hospital."

"Oh, I'm sorry. That sucks."

"Yeah. She's getting good care, at least."

"That's good. How long are you in town for?"

"Just til next week."

"Well, I'm gonna go shower but hopefully I'll see you here again."

"Oh, me too."There was only one shower. Small gym. We both knew this.

"Race you to it." She said, with a mischievous laugh.

We both ran off to see who could get around the corner to the locker room and shower first, and she beat me to it.

"Ha-ha! I win!" She gloated, punching me lightly on the shoulder.

"Fine, fine, you go first." I said.

We walked to our lockers and grabbed our things. Bri was soaked through her bra and shorts, but when she brushed by me, she smelled sweet. My tee and shorts were soaked as well and I couldn't wait to change into something clean. Hopefully she was fast in the shower. The thought of me going in right after her was...erotic. I didn't know whether to feel sad about that or not, but given how lonely I felt, it was still hot to me.

The studio had quieted down as the next class wasn't until 12 and it was only just past 11 now. I was grabbing my phone from the locker when Bri glanced down the hallway and became still, like she was listening. As she leaned in the direction of the front desk, she grabbed my arm without looking and my heart began to race. When she failed to hear anyone around, she looked towards me quickly.

"I feel bad hogging the shower, I'm sure you want to be at the hospital soon, so just come in with me, it's fine."

My heart began pounding and I didn't know what to say. All I managed to get out was. "Y-Ye--sure, ok. Yeah."

Still holding my arm, she grabbed her duffel, I grabbed mine, and we snuck into the shower without any employees seeing.

I quickly shut the door behind us and locked it. Bri put her hand over her mouth stifling and laugh, wide-eyed like "Oh my god, I can't believe we are in here".

She kept her voice low. "This thing is stuck to me, can you help me get it off?" My mind was racing. Did she really mean her bra? There's no way. And frozen, I was being awkward.

"Y-You mean...?" I stammered.

"My bra. Help. Please."

She turned around and I reached one hand under the back of the bra and pulled up while she aided with both hands gripping the bra under her breasts. Off it came. She turned towards me, slightly red in the face and looked up at me. I tried not to stare but I couldn't help it. Her tits were staring at me, filled-out B cups with small perky nipples...they were perfect.

"Your turn." She said, quickly, and brought her hands to the hem of my shirt, pulling it halfway up. I picked up where she couldn't reach and took off my top. I wasn't super toned, but strong with good posture.

"Are you gonna take your shorts off first?" She asked, biting her lip.

"I--I can." I said.

"You know what, I'll do it for you." She said, and she grabbed my waistband with both hands and pulled down. It all happened so fast but by the time my shorts were on the ground, my cock was almost fully hard and level with her face.

"Damn, Finn. You gonna help me with mine?"

I stared at her for a moment, slightly slack-jawed before letting my intense lust take over. Her hips, while lean, were wide enough to want to grab. She had an amazing hips, waist, tits, face, everything. My hands moved slowly to the waist of her shorts and I pulled down, savoring the touch while her hands found their way to my chest. The feel of her small hands across my chest, pressing slightly in, feeling my muscles, collarbones, chest hair...it felt like ecstasy. I could have cried it made me feel so alive to be touched like this. But I was too fucking hard to cry. I pulled her shorts down and found myself face to face with her sweet, clean-shaven, honey-dew mound. And I buried my head in it, tasting her sweat and musk, sweet and salty. She inhaled sharply and grabbed my hair tightly as I ran my tongue up and down her slit, sucking on her labia and clit. I couldn't get enough. She was so wet and I needed to make her cum like this. My tongue worked fast and then slowly, feeling out what Bri reacted to the most. The intensity of the moment and how bad we were being doing this in a gym bathroom favored fast. I ate her up, ravishing her pussy with my mouth. I felt her legs start to buckle and she pulled my hair even more while pushing my face harder into her mound. My tongue worked swiftly and she began to spasm, erupting in an orgasm. Her legs almost fell out beneath her and she covered her mouth with one hand to be as quiet as possible, a small squeak escaping her mouth.

After she started to come down, she pulled me up to my feet and kissed me, hard, like her mouth was waiting to work and needed to taste. She tasted her own cum on my mouth as she sucked on my lips, danced with my tongue, and brought one hand to my rock hard shaft. I was so hard from eating her out that my cock was already dripping. She pulled away, looked my intensely in the eye, and then dropped to her knees, never breaking eye contact while my cock was an inch away from her slack-jawed mouth. I never wanted anyone to put my cock in their mouth so badly.

She stuck her tongue out and slowly licked my sweaty, wet, salty shaft from the bottom all the way to the tip, almost making me cum in her face right there, but I held on. She sensed this and backed off, teasing me a bit more before engulfing the tip and then-some in her mouth, her beautiful lips gliding up and down, up and down. Holy fuck, I wanted to bust so badly, but my cock needed to feel her pussy before that. I wanted to feel her velvet folds eat up every inch of my shaft before she made me cum, so I need to hold on.

With one hand, she grabbed my shaft hard and squeezed some juice out of me, smearing it on her face and lips before taking me in her mouth again, this time moving faster, but still lightly. She knew not to make me cum yet. She was getting me as wet as possible.

When I couldn't take it anymore, I grabbed Bri by the hair and gently pulled her up off my dick before squatting in front of her, wrapping my arms around her legs and ass and lifting her up. Bri knew to wrap her legs around me and with her arms around my neck, I took one hand and guided my rock-hard cock right to her pussy, teasing her, rubbing her labia and clit, moving the head of my cock in circles around her. She started to gyrate against me, wanting me to put it in. I was still teasing her when she took initiative and thrust herself on my dick, taking the whole thing in one go. She was still soaking from my mouth and her cum. Even though she was tight, it went in easily. I grabbed her hips, her legs still wrapped around me, and bounced her up and down on my cock, using her like a fucking doll. She felt amazing, like warm, wet, soft, tight, with ridges that stimulated me beyond words. I knew I didn't have long but I wanted to keep pounding her so hard. I dug my fingers harder into her hips and she moaned, her legs beginning to shake again, but holding on to my torso. She pressed her lips onto mine and as our tongues danced, I knew we were going to cum together.

With a few final thrusts, I fucked her as hard and fast as I could, the sound of our bodies slapping together echoing in the tiled room. Her pussy tightened around me as she erupted in a silent screaming orgasm while I reached the point of no return. I could feel myself erupting into her before the orgasm even started and that's when Bri wrapped her legs tightly around me and gyrated her hips while grinding hard on my cock and I started unloading rope after rope deep inside of her. I could feel the very deepest part of Bri as we came together, our bodies wrapped so tightly around each other as she milked and milked me with her pussy.

As we came down, neither of us let go, her still in my arms, her legs wrapped around me, my cock inside her, her arms around my neck and her lips on mine, her perfect tits pressed into me, nipples erect.

After a minute, we moved our heads back to look at each other and I lifted her off my softening cock. A river of cum poured out of her and onto the tile floor and she let out a huge breath, her legs still shaky.

"Fuck me, Finn. That was insane. Come here. Let me wash you."

I couldn't say anything but we climbed into the shower together, the water cold at first. I didn't realize how overheated I was until the water hit me.

"Bri. You're amazing." I said, quietly, and kissed her.

She just smiled and kissed me back. The cold water sobered us up and we realized we couldn't stay in here forever. We squirted some wash and shampoo into our hands and cleaned each other off, feeling every inch of each other. It got me hard again, which I couldn't believe.

"Round 2, Finn?" Bri said, biting her lip.

"Fuck, I want to but we can't stay in here much longer."

"I know, I know." She said, frustrated. "We will have to pick this up again later." And she tugged at my hard cock a few times, the thing still sensitive from the massive orgasm I just had.

"Fuck, you're killing me." I said.

She just laughed and got out of the shower, grabbing a small washcloth and cleaning all of the cum off the floor. I knew she had to, but it was sad to see her clean up our mess because it meant that it was over. For now.

Bri grabbed us some towels and we quickly dried off, grabbing our clean clothes and throwing our dirty ones in the duffels. But my cock was still hard as a rock. I couldn't go out there like that. I was still so turned on watching Bri slide into clean panties, put on a soft form-hugging bra, leggings, and cropped oversized tee-shirt. She noticed I was having trouble.

"Finn, you gotta get that under control."

"I can't, I feel like I'm gonna burst."

She looked at me and licked her lips instinctively. I started stroking my dick, trying to cum quickly so we could leave, when Bri came over to me and grabbed my hard cock again.

"You gonna cum quickly?"

"Yeah, fuck that feels so good."

She led me over to the sink and mirror and watched herself jerk me off.

"I wanna watch you cum." She said in my ear as she stroked faster and faster.

I brought my hands up under her cropped tee to her tits and grabbed, feeling them, massaging them and as I was closer and closer to cumming.

"Finn, you're gonna make me wet." She said, and started stroking harder, warm precum leaking out, which she spread over the tip as lubricant.

"I'm gonna cum." I whispered as she moaned a little. My cock started launching a clear spray right onto the mirror as I was beginning to cum, with thick white ropes landing on the mirror and sink, dripping off Bri's hand. This orgasm was so intense after the first I almost screamed, but I kept it in.

Finally, my cock started to ease. It was red and sore and satisfied.

"Finn, we need to do this again." Bri said, as we started cleaning up my second load.

"I couldn't agree more."

We quickly got the bathroom in order, got dressed, and then planned our exit.

"You go first. I'll wait two minutes and then come out." She said.

"Ok, if anyone sees, I'll come back in and warn you, saying I forgot something.

"Let's do it."

The plan went off, with no one around. The front desk attendant was on her phone and didn't even look up. I exited and went to the parking lot, waiting. In two minutes, she came out.

"Hi." I said.

"Hi." She replied.

"What's your number?"

Bri smiled.