Life as a student is hard, ya know? The hours studying, the droning classes, the shitty part time job to pay the exorbitant tuition. Luckily I was at the end. Just a few more weeks of class, a few exams, and I was free, ready to be unleashed on the world. It might not sound spectacular to you, but I was burnt out at the time. Tired, bored with my daily routine, living alone, and generally absent minded.
So it was on that Wednesday afternoon, returning home from work; a co-op placement for school at a nearby marketing firm. Despite the exhaustion from a day in the office, I was keen to continue upholding my new year’s resolution to myself, so I headed down to the building’s gym for a quick bike ride. I wasn’t in bad shape at this point; the six months of intense cardio was toning me up nicely. Still, 45 minutes on the bike was enough for me, and I was keen to get some dinner in my belly.
My apartment wasn’t huge. Okay fine, it was tiny. A little studio that I was normally too ashamed to bring girls home to. Nevertheless, it was home, and I was glad to be there. Stripping out of my clothes, I turned the oven on and popped some chicken in before completing my journey to the shower. Normally, I’d just take a cold quickie after a workout like that, but my muscles were sore and I felt like owed myself a steamy soak. God it felt good. Like really good. All of the stress of the day, and the semester sluiced off my skin like a burden suddenly lifted. The scent of the soap filled my nostrils with its heady scent and altogether I felt absolutely lovely just then. So much so, that it wasn’t long before I made my mind up to indulge myself a little further. It had been a few days after all, and that much time in the gym is bound to produce some pronounced urges.
Taking a bit of body wash in my hand, I leaned back against the wall of the shower, facing the clear glass door. Closing my eyes tight, I began to massaged myself, enjoying the way the slippery soap allowed my hand to slide up and down my quickly hardening shaft. While my firm grip felt pleasurable enough, my slow, decisive pumps felt unnatural without something to focus on. Scanning my memory, I recalled seeing my neighbour, Jessica, at the gym the week before. She really was a very pretty woman. Senior to me by maybe a handful of years, we’d exchanged pleasantries in the hall and idle chit chat in the elevator before, but nothing more. Still, the sight of her walking to the weight machine in those little shorts the other day was a breath of fresh air. At five and a half feet tall, Jessica was by no means petite. A voluptuous waist line and generously proportioned breasts meant that she filled out the shorts and tee she had on plentifully. I hadn’t seen her down there before, but can happily report that she looked like she knew her way around a gym. Half an hour of watching her squat, press, and lift her way through the equipment had me not only impressed with her dedication, but incredibly turned on. As cliche as it might be, the sight of her squatting was more than enough to elicit a more fevered pace to my manual ministrations in the shower that afternoon. My breath came more quickly as I recalled the swell of her breasts as she racked her weights, and my grip became all the tighter recalling the beads of sweat that traced her exposed neck and collarbones. Losing myself, I began to moan loudly, biting my lip and stroking like a man possessed. Even the gentle sway of her hips as she left made me want to…
The loud beeping was the first indicator that something was wrong, followed shortly by the smell of burning chicken.
“Oh fuck!” I yelled, snapping my eyes open and slamming the water off in one motion, grabbing for the door with my other had.
“Oh fuck!” came the reply.
Ripping the shower door open, there before me, in the open doorway of the washroom stood Jessica, frozen in fear. Her top and bra pulled up over her breasts, one hand cupping her left, I noted with shock that her right hand was squarely tucked under the waist of her knee-length skirt.
“Oh my god” she whispered, struggling to begin rearranging herself as quickly as she could. As if that would change what I had just caught her doing.
“No kidding” I stammered, reaching for my towel like my neighbour hadn’t just been watching me jack off in the shower for the last…however long it took to burn a chicken breast.
“I’m gonna go” she blurted out, hand on forehead, cheeks beat red.
“Like hell you are” I replied, pushing past her and yelling over the screeching smoke alarm. I noted on my way to the oven that my front door was ajar. While I pulled the burnt offering out of the oven and shut the smoke alarm off, Jessica stood stock still, right where I had found her, staring at the floor.
Having pulled a t-shirt and trousers on, I finally turned to her.
“Well?”
“I’m so sorry, it’s just I was coming home from work and I saw your door was open so I was just gonna pull it closed but I didn’t hear the shower so I didn’t know if you were home. I called out but you didn’t hear me, I guess you were…” She trailed off. I didn’t need to be told what I was doing.
Silence hung in the air for a few moments.
“I’m so embarrassed” She whispered.
“Yeah. Yeah. Uhh. Me too. This is weird”. What the hell do you say at a time like this? I settled on “Want a beer?”.
I’m not sure who in their right mind would have wanted to prolong the experience we had gone through, but she surprised me by agreeing. Pulling up a chair, she sat across from me on my couch and eventually, with the help of some lukewarm PBR, the awkwardness of the situation began to melt away. Hell, I nearly forgot all about what had happened. She was so enchanting, honestly. Her smile was radiant, her laugh was deep and warm and rich and infectious. We sat and laughed together for what felt like ages, getting to know one another and genuinely coming to enjoy each other’s company. A few drinks later, I excused myself to rid my bladder of Milwaukee’s finest.
“Don’t be too long” Jessica joked as I excused myself, clearly a little tipsy, “or I’ll think you’re in there finishing what you started”. Why the fuck did she have to bring that up? Nervously, I laughed it off and went to do my business. I’d never have guessed what I came back out to.
In the minute and a half I’d been gone, Jessica’s clothes had miraculously all migrated to the floor. Every stitch. Her cheeks, now rosy from the alcohol, bloomed with a giddy grin as she sat back, legs spread and beckoned me over with a curling finger.
“Or maybe we really should finish what you started” she cooed.
Dumbfounded, I drifted across the room. Not knowing what to do, I stood there like an idiot in front of her and peeled out of my tee.
“Pants” she said, letting a hand trail down her body to rest on the shaven mound between her legs, toying at her lips with the index finger of her free hand.
The sight of this gorgeous woman spread before me was all I needed. By the time my trousers came off, I was already nearly completely erect. Before I’d even freed my last leg from the cuff of my pants, my cock was in her mouth. Whether as a means of flattery or genuine enjoyment, an eager “mmmm” rumbled forth from Jess as she bobbed down the first few times. Her full, plump lips felt amazing as she worked my head. Blowjobs have always made me feel awkward, mostly because I am awkward, but I never know what to do with my hands. Gently, I reached out to place one at the side of her head. I did this more to let her know that I was present in the moment than anything else, not wanting to seem like the kind of asshole who jams a girls head down his cock, but she eagerly bobbed a little deeper on each of her next five or six passes, only convulsing a little when she finally dipped a little too far.
“Oh shit” she laughed, looking up at me while stroking me eagerly, “sorry about that”. I grinned widely at her, appreciating her eagerness and the overall air of the moment.
“Come up for some air” I urged her, taking her hand and helping her off the sofa. I kissed her deeply, not caring if it was a little sloppy. Her lips were just way more than I could resist. When our lips parted she giggled with glee, scrunching up her shoulders. She began to walk away, pulling me by my hand to the desk agains the near wall. Without a word, she guided the hand still in hers to her waist, turned, resting her elbows on the top of the desk, and planting her feet firmly apart. That’s that then.
I won’t lie. I’m not proud of what follows next. In my defence, I had nearly cum earlier in the shower, just been deep throated by the woman of my dreams, and was now being presented with the most stunning ass I had ever seen. I knew this would be a short affair. With a deep breath, I stepped up behind her and rubbed the tip of my cock up against her pussy a few times, just to get my bearings.
“Come on now” she giggled again, wiggling her hips ever so slightly, making her ass jiggle delightfully. Again, I collected myself, and began to press. With a satisfying ‘pop’ I felt myself slide into her deliciously wet lips, warmly hugging me as I guided my throbbing member deeper into her. Her moan assured me that I wasn’t the only one enjoying this. I retreated nearly all the way out, relishing the initial tightness of entry all over again. Five or six more times I did this before settling into a steady rhythm of thrusts. My hands firmly wrapped around her waist, Jessica was more than vocal, her generic sex phrases and moans growing louder.
“Say my name like you were in the shower you sick fuck”. Holy lord, that one came from way out in left field; I had no idea I had been making a peep. I obliged just the same and before long, I felt Jessica rise up on her tippy toes, leaning back to meet each thrust. We were perfectly in synch, tides of ecstasy ebbing and flowing between us.
“Fucking cover me baby,” She pleaded “I want it on my ass. Please!” She all but screamed. Obediently, but also because I was beyond the point of no return, I pulled out and began to hose her ass with every drop of cum I’d built up that day, aiming wildly as she reached down and rubbed her clit vigorously. I thought I might never stop, and began to grow lightheaded listening to her breathless orgasm. When we’d each regained some composure, she looked back at me and smiled richly, beet red and sweaty.
“Whew, that was fucking good. What do you say you take this girl to the shower then?”
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