Early [M]orning Public Sex with my Swimming [F]riend

So this is by far the hottest and most spontaneous sex of my life and it happened just over a year ago. I’ve been a longtime reader here and I finally wanted to share… enjoy!

About a year ago, I was in a rut after getting out a longterm relationship that almost led to engagement. It was my college girlfriend and we lived together for a few years after school before a messy breakup. I wasn’t doing much besides swimming at the gym to keep my mind off of things. I’ve swam since I was a kid and did it competitively through college.

I started going to my Y early before work and swimming when the place was usually quite empty. I’m a morning person and I love the solitude. I’m talking like 5:30am. That’s where I met Sarah* (pseudonym). She would frequently be there as well and it was often just us in the pool. We began making small talk and became friends. After a few weeks, we would usually run some sprints together at the end of our workouts.

Sarah was totally my type – petite (5’2″) with an small but athletic build (very Anna Kendrick-esque). She had a small nose, blue eyes and brown hair, a great firm ass and perky B-cup boobs. I myself am 5’10” with a muscular build. I can get very lean when I focus and get about 10 pounds too chubby in the winter. (Similar to Chris Pratt, but shorter).

I liked Sarah a lot, but I wasn’t in any position to make a move. She was similar to me. We were both 27, came from middle class families, and worked in advertising. Other than that, our talks were never that deep. I was attracted to her and found myself sometimes thinking about her, but like I said, I had kind of lost my mojo at this point.

Well one morning after a tough workout, we were making small talk on our way to the locker rooms where we would both shower for the office. When we arrived, the women’s room was closed for repairs. Sarah was pissed, as she would have to drive home, so I suggested (totally innocently) that she should just use the men’s locker room since it’s always empty at this hour. She agreed and I told her I would stand guard.

We hurried in and she got right in the shower, shutting the curtain and throwing her wet one-piece over the divider. I grabbed it and told her I would dry it for her in the drying machine, and she said she would be quick.

It was then that it hit me. I was holding her bathing suit and she was naked in the shower, just us in the locker room. Something about it was so hot, and I began to get erect. My dick is unimpressive in its flaccid state, but quite large (8″) and thick when it gets hard. It’s also dead straight, no bend whatsoever, which makes it look bigger. I let myself fantasize for a minute as I dried her suit, but I had no intention of making a move.

When I got back to the shower area she was standing in nothing but flip flops and towel, smirking at me.

“What’s so funny?” I asked.

“You’re, um, a bit hard there bud,” she said, pointing to the bulge in my boardshorts. I wasn’t actually hard, but I was engorged enough to show through.

I just mustered a nervous chuckle – I was so broken at the time. My only sex since my breakup was a one-night stand on Tinder and I hated it. Sex without connection has always felt worthless to me.

“Let me see it,” she said, totally taking me by surprise.

“Haha, let’s go,” I said.

“No I’m serious, let’s see it. It’s about time we saw each naked, we’ve swam together for the past three months.”

“Seriously?” I asked, still bewildered.

“Yea. You’re single, I’m single. Why not? Don’t act like you haven’t thought about it.”

“Have you?” I asked.

She didn’t answer my question.

“On three, I drop the towel, you drop the shorts, deal?”

I nodded. This exchange was making me harder. It felt so innocent and at the same time, so wrong.

“One, two, three!”

She dropped the towel, and wow, was her body perfect. Her tummy was flat and tone. Her build was tiny but curvy, and her boobs were perky, with small, erect nipples. Her pussy was shaved smooth and very small, and I was nearly out of breath imagining it spread open. The view made me get fully hard, and my dick was pointing straight out, looking at its best.

Suddenly, I felt my mojo creeping back. Confidence started flooding my body.

“Get in the shower,” I said to her.

She smiled, and ran in, me following behind her. I shut the curtain and lifted her up. She felt like nothing with our 110-pound weight difference, and we kissed for a few minutes and we dry humped, my dick graving the lips of her pussy, feeling the stubble of her shaved area.

I dropped her down and turned her around so she faced the wall and entered her from behind. We totally forewent foreplay so she was kind of dry, but I persisted and she got wet quickly. It was a little rough which she was loving.

“Pull my hair,” she said, and a grabbed a mound of her wet brunette hair that was resting on her back and held it like a rein.

We fucked hard, her ass making a loud smack everytime she slammed into my thighs. The view was amazing, and I knew that I had about 30 seconds left if I was lucky. She turned around and looked at me, her blue eyes full of nothing but lust in the moment, and bit her lip — that did it.

It was at that moment that I realized we were having unprotected sex, something I never do with someone I’m not dating, but I assumed since she was okay with it she was on the pill.

“I’m gonna cum,” I murmured under my breath.

“On my back,” she managed amid the ecstasy.

I pulled out my dick and shot a few long loads onto her back, the first one nearly reaching her head. I held my tired dick in my hand and just leaned back against the shower tile wall, completely spent and in awe.

Without much of a word, we both showered quickly and she quickly got dressed and darting out. An older man had come in the locker room and gave me a look that was 50% disgust, 50% respect. He knew, and probably heard, but I could tell he wasn’t one to do anything but chuckle about it.

Sarah and I went on a few dates after that and had some great sex, but nothing like this time. We quickly learned that we were not right for each other, and we mutually called it off. Shortly thereafter, she moved back to her hometown to be closer with her folks. As for me, this encounter brought me back. My mojo returned and I became the man I was before my breakup, both in and out of the bedroom.

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Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/9lwx50/early_morning_public_sex_with_my_swimming_friend