The Breast Stroke [FF]

The Breast Stroke[Photo Shower](https://imgur.com/a/NNjYtDv)

As I pulled into the gym parking lot, I noticed it was empty except for two cars parked next to the security light.

Walking in a woman behind the check-in desk was folding towels. She glanced at me and held out her hand to take my card. She knew I would need one towel and the locker room door buzzed open.

Swimming was my preferred form of exercise as it allowed me to work various muscles. It was graceful in a way running or weight lifting was not. The evening was the best time to go because I often had the pool to myself. Tonight, was the rare night that I would share the huge pool. There was always the lifeguard, a young, man who liked to watch me as I swam.

I recognized the woman who swam next to me as she drew closer. She often exercised in the gym at the same time I did, though not in the pool. Her stroke was impressive, not a beginner for sure.

She was the kind of woman who had no shame when it came to her body. She floated through the locker room many times in only a towel and not wrapped around her body, but just her hair. She would stand under the hair dryer, back arched, pushing her perfect breasts into the air as she ran her fingers through her long hair.

My stares were not just about jealousy or appreciation but possibly even desire. I wondered what it was like for her husband to have that body in bed every night. Did he love her body as much as I did?

I slipped into the water and stretched my hamstrings, trying to think of something else. I thought If she knew what I was thinking she’d probably switch to the furthest lane in the pool. I dove forward through the water. I swam harder, pushing my body past my usual warm-up into an all-out sprint. I needed to clear my head of the day and her.

At some point, the other women had left but I stayed and swam for another twenty minutes, pushing my body to the point of exhaustion. My arms shook as I lifted myself out of the pool. I slipped into my water shoes and headed back to the locker room.

At the top of the stairs in my gym is a long, open shower. On the far side is a door leading to the locker room. Six showerheads line the wall on the right side, paralleled by a white shelf where you can hang towels and baskets of toiletries.

The shower was empty of course because, at this point, I was the only one at the gym. I was so exhausted and peeling off my suit was almost too much when it was finally off I leaned against the tile wall, letting the hot water cascade over my naked body.

I stood there for maybe a minute before I was startled by a noise, the only other person I thought was in the gym was the lifeguard which made me turn around to see who had entered.

It was the woman, in all her one-towel draped over her arm.

“Sorry. Didn’t mean to startle you,” she said, setting her towel on the shelf. “No problem I said I thought you had gone, I replied”

My god, I thought, did I really just get caught staring at her breasts again? I turned back to the wall. She stepped beside me and turned on the water. Why she would have chosen that shower, the one right next to me, out of all the others? Wasn’t there some shower rule that said you should at least space yourself by two shower heads?

I bent down and picked up my shampoo bottle, hoping to cover the bare essentials of showering and then make an exit. I could almost feel every move she made and try as I might I couldn’t stop my eyes from darting over to her. She raised her arm to rinse out her hair and my eyes latched onto the side of her breast. They swayed gently as her arms moved and a thick cloud of bubbles foamed down from her hair to her nipple. I forced myself to stare at the nozzle of my shower as I let the water run over my hair. One last look from this distance before I leave, I thought.

“Get a good look?” she said.

I froze, I’d been caught. Of course, I’d been caught. She would have to have been blind not to notice.

“I’m sorry…” I said I thought honesty would work best. “You have a beautiful body. I don’t mean to creep you out.”

“I didn’t say I minded and I don’t”

“Sorry,” was all I could say as I reached to shut off the shower.

“I like you watching me.”

My hand froze on the shower handle.

She was turned toward me, her wet body less than an arm’s length from mine. It was the first time I’d ever really looked at her face. She had dark hair that was slicked back, her eyes were brown, and her features were beautiful. It was her body that was extraordinary.

“Do you want to touch me?” she asked.

Frozen again my delay didn’t seem to bother her, especially when I answered, “Yes.”

I stepped forward. My touch was at first slow, cupping the underside of her breast with almost no pressure.

She moaned and I thought this opportunity might never present itself again so enjoy it. I cupped her breasts with both hands and her nipples poked through my spread fingers I was insanely aroused at that moment.

This had to be a dream I thought as I licked my lips, wanting to know how she tasted. Wanting to know how that tight nipple would feel against my tongue. Wanting her to moan again.

“Do it,” she said.

The water poured down around us and, in the steam, and mist, I leaned forward and touched the tip of my tongue to her nipple. She rewarded me with a loud moan as I swirled the tip of my tongue around her long nipple.

I drew her deep into my mouth and this time the moan was my own as I felt my pussy beginning to throb. She stepped closer and wrapped her arms around me so I clung to her, switching to her other breast and licking it before taking her nipple into my mouth.

She pushed her knee forward, forcing my legs apart and I spread them willingly as she rested her hands on my ass I began to grind my clit against her thigh. She reached between us and with two fingers parted my lips so that my clit was flush with her wet skin. I ground harder, amazed at how close I was to orgasm.

Staring at me she held up her breast to her mouth lifting her nipple to her tongue as she licked them slowly for me. She then held them to me so I could do the same to them, taking her nipple in my mouth a little harder she moaned “harder and said bite them, bite them fucking hard” and I obeyed.

I was loving every inch of her body with my hands and my mouth and rocking my bare clit against her thigh when I started losing it. She could tell and immediately slid her hand between her legs and started rubbing hard against my clit. I covered my mouth so no one would hear me scream as multiple waves of my orgasm hit me.

As soon as I recovered, I began returning the favor, and with my fingers on her clit working it as only a woman knows how. Within a minute I had her so close to orgasm so again I started biting her long nipples when she yelled I’m cumming which echoed throughout the shower room.

My body was still shaking as I stepped away from her. For the first time, I realized where we were and how at any moment someone could have walked in and caught us. Fear came over me at that moment at the thought. What had we done?

The woman, whose name I had yet to learn just said “You’re very good at that,” she said, catching her breath. “I’m Jane, by the way,” she said, smiling.

“Nice to meet you, Jane. I’m Ann.”

Just like this had all begun I stepped back under my shower head the flow of water falling onto me I was once again watching her but this time not having to look away or hide.

Jane said, “We should hang out sometime what do you think?”

“Are you married?” I asked.

Jane replied, “Yes are you.” “No, I said”

There was a long silence while we finished our showers. She was the first to turn off the water.

“Listen, if you don’t want this to go any further, that’s fine. No pressure but this was fun and I would like for it to happen again.”

I asked, “Would your husband know about it I asked?”

“He will the moment I get home we have no secrets”

“Yes, then we definitely can, I just have a rule about married people” I’ll get you my number.”

Before we left the locker room, we traded a text message with our names. And about an hour later I receive one that said My husband was happy to hear I’d made a new friend.

**This is far from over……**

[Shower](https://imgur.com/a/NNjYtDv)

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/1240bqn/the_breast_stroke_ff