It had been many weeks since the two friends had been able to spend any quality time together. No shared workouts, no shared meals, no quiet Sunday afternoons swinging on the porch. Work commitments, holidays, and various activities conspired to interrupt typical shared time. The time apart was difficult. The protracted absence caused an empty, aching feeling somewhere inside his chest. The connection was missed.
Idle time made the separation more difficult. Each day was a routine pattern of frequent thoughts during the interstitial spaces of the day… the drive to work, waiting for the computer login to run, lunchtime, afternoon stretch break, the drive home. Being occupied helped pass the time, but the longing never ceased. The feelings were especially concentrated during his evening swims. Forty minutes of forced meditation, his body enveloped in the water where he felt at home. No sound except the rhythmic bubbles. All thoughts consumed by memories of her. Her friendship, her touch, her efforts, her willingness to give.
Each passing day the impatience grew more difficult. During this particular swim his thoughts focused on pleasant memories. The memories stimulated his blood flow in a different way than the ongoing workout. A devilish smile that no one would ever see washed over his face as he glided through the water. As he exhaled, a stream of air bubbled to the surface from both corners of his mouth. His revelry was interrupted by having to focus on the upcoming turn. He reached the wall, flipped onto his back, pushed off with his feet and spun 180 degrees back to facing the bottom of the pool. When he resumed his stroke his thoughts meandered to wondering how much longer they would be too busy to be able to spend time together. He resigned to waiting. The remainder of the swim was spent absent-mindedly going through the motions. He completed his ritual with the usual shower and got dressed. He threw his swim bag over one shoulder and headed out of the locker room.
Friday evenings were his favorite swim time because the entire facility was nearly deserted. Earlier he had the pool to himself. Now he shared the long corridor with only one other person. Lost in his thoughts, he wasn’t sure which he noticed first: that the other person seemed familiar or that she seemed to be heading towards him. A giant smile washed over his face. The unexpected appearance of his friend immediately filled that aching spot in his chest with warmth.
She was dressed in her workout clothes but it was obvious she had dolled herself up with no intention of hitting the treadmill. Their paths met at the intersection of a side corridor that leads to the family shower-changing rooms. She discretely greeted him and turned down the side corridor. He followed her, unsure of her intentions. She turned into the first changing room, he followed her, led by her subtle motioned for him to follow. She locked the door behind them, turned to him and looked up into his eyes. Their lips met in a long-needed kiss. Their tight embrace lingered for a moment, then hands quickly found the desired touch of each other’s skin. “We don’t have a lot of time” she whispered. She made quick work of his loose fitting post-workout clothing. She started to pull of his shirt, he finished that job. Her hands clasped his waistband, she simultaneously slid down his shorts and boxers down to the floor, landing on her knees in front of him. She quickly took every inch of him inside her mouth. Everything happened so fast he was not yet fully erect. She sucked hard. She expertly worked him in all the ways she knew he liked. His cock responded quickly now. Once she had him hard she slowed to a more intimate pace and spent a few minutes pleasuring him.
As she stood up she removed her top exposing a gorgeous smooth sheer bra that had no business being under workout clothing. He devoured her breasts with his eyes momentarily before she bent down, lowering her leggings and panties to her ankles. She did not step out of them, but instead turned around and bent over the sink, placing one hand on each side. Her eyes met his in the mirror, “I’ve been waiting for this for weeks” she said as she angled her ass higher, offering herself to him.
He moved behind her and used his hand to carefully guide his cock into her from behind. He slid easily inside her, surprised by her moist readiness. He went deep, his eyes rolled back in his head and he let out a little grunt. He paused, just feeling every nerve, enjoying the sensation. His hips swayed side to side a little working in the last fraction of an inch. She closed her eyes and bowed her head slightly as she eagerly took it. His hands moved to her hips as he began slowly moving in and out. He knew they were pressed for time, but he also wanted to enjoy every second.
She crossed her arms and bent further down over the sink, resting her elbows on the sides of the sink. They spent a few minutes alternating between slow thrusting and grinding into each other’s hips. She pushed back into him. He leaned forward touching his chest against her back. She liked the feel of his chest hair. He kissed the nape of her neck and a little lower between her should blades. he wrapped his arms under her and grasped a breast in each hand, feeling an erect nipple in each palm and gently squeezed. She stifled a whimper at the overwhelming sensations her entire body was being treated to.
He moved back to standing upright and tightly gripped his hands back on her hips. His thrusting increased force and speed accordingly. He moved slightly to adjust the angle ensuring the head of his cock hit the best spot for both of them. She placed her hands on the mirror, using it for leverage to push back. His thrusting rhythm increased still more. She picked her head up, making eye contact with him in the mirror. She could barely keep her eyes open it felt so good. His hands moved to her shoulders so he could go deep. She knew he was close. Their eyes locked. He quietly groaned, thrust himself as deep as possible, and held himself there as he shot his hot load inside her. They both collapsed onto the sink and lingered together for a minute.
He eased out of her. She pulled her panties and leggings back into place from her ankles. He handed her his top before stepping back into his own clothes. They kissed and shared an awkward moment debating how best to depart the family-shower room. They walked out together, finding both the side corridor and main corridor empty. “Have a good night” the desk attendant offered as they walked outside into the cool night. “We already have” they both thought, the quality quickie sating them temporarily. Both looked forward to being able to spend more time together next time.
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