This story doesn’t really have any actual sex, but is more of an exhibitionist story.
Last Sunday afternoon, I went to the gym and worked out as usual. My gym is not a commercial gym, but is open 24/7, is pretty laid back. I noticed lately that the gym bathrooms have been undergoing some kind of renovation work. Tiles missing, plaster on walls, etc. There was a white work van outside, but I didn’t pay much attention to it. Since it was Sunday, the gym was pretty empty. There was only 2 or 3 other people there, but they finished up and left.
I went into the bathroom to wash up after my workout. As soon as I walked in, I heard some female voices speaking Spanish. I thought it was a bit unprofessional and odd that they didn’t put up a sign or anything. Either way, it didn’t really bother me, so I went in.
I tried to be as noisy as I could, hoping that whoever was in there would get the hint that a male was about to enter the restroom. I fake coughed really loud, picked up things and dropped them repeatedly, opened and closed my locker and several others. I guess they didn’t care, they kept talking and laughing.
I went to the bathroom stall to pee. I flushed and came out to wash my hands. When I came out, there was one of them at the sink, probably in her late 30s, a very curvy Latina. She was wearing all white, I guess some kind of painters clothes. She was rinsing something in the sink, looked up and smiled at me and we said hi to each other. I asked if I should leave, and she said no, it’s fine.
At this point I realized that they really don’t give a fuck about my privacy, so I’m just gonna have to deal with it.
I have been working out for several years now, and am pretty proud of my body. I enjoy showing it off whenever I can, so whatever. I went to my locker and stripped down. I grabbed one of the gym’s towels, put on my slippers, and walked over to the showers as usual. The lady from earlier was there, and the other worker was much older, perhaps in her 50s. They were painting the walls in the bathroom area, specifically at the shower section.
I walked in with my towel loosely around my waist. I peeked around into the area where they were working and asked if I could use the shower. They said go ahead. I told them not to let me bother them, and that I didn’t mind if they kept working.
I walked past, “accidentally” let my towel fall. In the faint reflection of the tiles, I could see and feel their eyes on me. Oops.
I turned on the shower, got in, leaving the curtain slightly cracked open. I kept peeking to see if they were looking or not. The younger of the workers saw, and was not shy about taking glances. I gradually let her see more of me, turning as I washed myself. I got braver and bolder and slid the curtain back slowly every few moments. She was smiling and turning her head away from her work very often.
I slowly started stroking myself in the shower We were sort of flirting with our eyes. The look on her face revealed that she was enjoying the sight.
Since they didn’t care about my nudity, I just went ahead and pulled the curtain back nearly all the way, stroking for them to see, if they wanted. The older one noticed, but kind of scoffed and went back to painting. The younger one was saying something to her in Spanish, but I didn’t understand. Based on context, I think she was trying to get her to look too. The younger one held her paint roller, watched me, and did just enough work to not get scolded by her coworker for slacking off.
I kept stroking and finished, while she watched. I made sure my dick wasn’t in the shower stream, so she could see it shoot out. I shot out 3 thick ropes. Her eyes were wide, and her mouth was ajar too. She clearly enjoyed it.
I felt an immediate sense of shame, my heart was racing, and I finished my shower.
I walked out, again in just my towel and slippers, and the woman gave me a smirk. The older one gave me this joking look of disapproval. She said something to me in Spanish, while pointing her finger back and forth and laughing. I didn’t understand, but I knew she wasn’t offended by it. After all, they were the ones who didn’t want to leave for the customer. I heard them speaking and laughing to each other as I left.
Very quickly, I got changed and went home.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/p7l5ic/i_came_for_the_friendly_painters_in_my_gym_locker