[FM] Swimming Pool Changing Room Lust

When I was younger, my family decided to cross a few trips off the bucket list together. My sister and I were already adults and my brother getting there, so this period of time was one of the last in which the whole family could easily get together. Thankfully, my parents paid for my boyfriend to come along as we were already living together and it would feel unfair to leave him behind while I got to go have fun.

One of our destinations was Centre Parcs in England. Centre Parcs is a resort type getaway hidden in a forest. Its main attraction is a large but tasteful indoor/outdoor swimming area, with slides, a lazy river, wavepool, etc. The evening after we arrived, we decided it was time to have some fun. I slipped on a one-piece, then jeans and a sweater over and threw some underwear in a bag to change into after the swim. We headed out as a family, rushing the long walk through the trees to the pools. As we got nearer, we could hear the shouts and screams of enjoyment, smell the chlorine, and see the steam rising above the warm water of the outside sections. We entered the building and made our way to the changing rooms.

I had butterflies in my stomach. Changing rooms get me horny, no way else to say it. I don’t really know why. Perhaps it’s the fact that everyone around us is likely naked in their stalls. Strangers peeling off soaked swimwear. Someone could be watching, peeking under the stall as I took my jeans and sweater off and stuffed them in the dry bag. I shoved my bag and shoes into a locker my dad had picked out. As we stood around waiting for the rest of the family to catch up, I discreetly glanced around, hoping to catch a glimpse of something naughty. I didn’t.

We left the changing room. The damp floor became puddles, then two inches of water, and the air became warm as the room opened up into the massive indoor swim resort. We agreed to meet up at a certain place at a certain time, then broke up into groups to go have fun. The excitement of the changing rooms was pushed to the back of my mind, but still there. My feet weren’t the only part of me that was wet before I hopped into the lazy river. We played around for the best part of an hour: floating down the river, getting assaulted by the wave machine, streaming down slides. I still couldn’t shake the feeling; everytime my eye caught the entrance to the changing rooms, my stomach would pull off a little flip. I decided to search for my dad, who I knew had the key to the locker. I found him with my mother outside. The frosty air shocked my face, but the rest of me was protected by the warm water as I swam over to them. It felt nice.

I told him I was tired, that I wanted to head back to the cabin for a shower and relax in bed with some Netflix. He gave me the key, then told me he’d have to come with me so I could return it when I was done, otherwise they’d have no way to get their clothes out after they finished swimming. I hadn’t thought of that. I told him to stay, that I’d find my boyfriend and he could return the key once I grabbed my stuff from the locker.

A few minutes later my boyfriend and I walked hand in hand back to the changing rooms. I stared for a little too long at those taking showers in their swimwear. My belly was full of movement and I felt a heat lower down. Once I had my dry bag from the locker, my boyfriend took the key and headed off. But I wanted him. I called his name and I saw several people turn to look as I slid a thick, black strap of my one-piece down a shoulder, revealing my breast. My face went hot at the attention. After quickly covering up, I beckoned him and ran off to find an empty stall to change in. I held the door open for him then pulled him inside. I could see he wanted to ask “What the fuck?” but I was on him too quickly. I pushed him back onto the little bench.

His soaked swimshorts were a struggle to remove, but our hands were finally victorious. They landed heavily at his ankles and his smooth, hardening cock sat before me. I lustfully wrapped a hand around his shaft, already on my knees. I wanted someone to peek under the stall, put two and two together, figure what was going on. I wanted someone to watch through the gap of the door. I wanted someone to touch themself as they saw my mouth hungrily engulf the tip of my boyfriend’s cock. I stroked him fast in rhythm with my mouth. My tongue took turns playfully swirling over his head and running along the length of him. His hands gripped my hair.

But I wanted more. My left hand took over on his shaft, so my dominant hand could snake down to push the crotch of my swimsuit aside and rub at my clit. I sloppily swallowed his precum then took him deeper. The sounds must have been unmistakable. But I wanted someone to hear. Suddenly, he was lifting my head up and staring at me with an animosity that spelled out what he wanted. My saliva left trails on his cock as I pulled away from him and bent over the bench. He yanked my swimsuit down to my ankles, but only one foot was able to step out before he slammed into me. I leaned my head against the wall to keep my balance. There was nothing resembling a steady pace. He fucked me primally. I couldn’t predict his next thrust, couldn’t brace myself before his hard cock stretched me with each pump, and so each time he did, I moaned and groaned. I wanted someone to hear.

Behind me, I heard his breathing quicken and he pulled out quickly, releasing his seed harmlessly into the swimwear wrapped around my ankle. I whipped around to kiss him, wrap my arms around him and gently rub myself against him, still needy. But I knew he was done. I told him to get back to the pool and to have fun.

Back at the cabin, alone, I made myself cum.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/e3rgk3/fm_swimming_pool_changing_room_lust