In the dimly lit locker room, the scent of sweat and musk hung heavy in the air. The only other person in the room was a stunning woman, her wavy chestnut hair cascading down her shoulders. She was bent over, retrieving something from her gym bag, giving me an eyeful of her perfect ass encased in tight spandex shorts.
As she straightened up, I couldn’t help but notice the alluring sight of her pubic hair peeking out from the top of her shorts, a tantalizing hint of her femininity. I felt my cock stir in my gym shorts, desire coursing through me.
“Hi there,” I said, trying to keep my voice steady.
She turned to me, her hazel eyes meeting mine. “Hey,” she replied, a small smile playing on her lips.
I took a deep breath, steeling myself for what I was about to do. “I couldn’t help but notice you over here,” I said, taking a step closer to her. “Mind if I join you?”
She looked at me for a moment, considering. “Sure,” she said finally, her smile growing wider.
I moved closer to her, my body tense with anticipation. I reached out, gently brushing a strand of hair away from her face. She closed her eyes, leaning into my touch. I could feel her breath on my lips, her warmth radiating through me.
I leaned in, pressing my lips to hers. She responded eagerly, her tongue darting out to meet mine. Our kiss deepened, our bodies pressed together, the heat between us growing more intense.
I reached down, cupping her ass in my hands, giving it a playful squeeze. She moaned into my mouth, her hands roaming over my chest. I could feel her nipples hardening under her sports bra, the sensation driving me wild.
I broke our kiss, trailing my lips down her neck, nibbling on her earlobe. She let out a soft gasp, her hands gripping my shoulders. I reached down, hooking my fingers into the waistband of her shorts, tugging them down.
She stepped out of her shorts, kicking them to the side. I knelt before her, my eyes taking in the sight of her bare pussy, her pubic hair neatly trimmed. I leaned in, inhaling her scent, my cock throbbing in my shorts.
I ran my tongue over her clit, feeling her shudder in pleasure. She let out a soft moan, her hands gripping my hair. I licked and sucked, teasing her, driving her wild with desire.
I stood up, my cock straining against my shorts. “Do you have a condom?” I asked, my voice husky with desire.
She nodded, reaching into her gym bag. She pulled out a condom, handing it to me. I tore open the wrapper, rolling it onto my cock.
I turned her around, pressing her against the lockers. She let out a soft gasp as I entered her, filling her completely. I began to thrust, our bodies moving in rhythm, the sound of our skin slapping together filling the room.
She moaned, her head thrown back, her hair brushing against my face. I could feel her muscles clenching around me, her orgasm building. I reached around, rubbing her clit, pushing her over the edge.
She let out a loud moan, her body shaking as she came. I thrust a few more times, my own orgasm crashing over me. I let out a low groan, emptying myself inside her.
We stood there, panting, our bodies slick with sweat. I pulled out, disposing of the condom. We got dressed, our eyes meeting, a silent understanding passing between us.
As we left the locker room, I couldn’t help but think about the encounter, the memory of her pubic hair cleavage forever etched in my mind.
