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Ten seconds left on the warm down and I was looking forward to the steam
room to come. I'd not done my toughest workout ever but it was enough to
have me feeling good about myself more cardio than weights, everything felt
good and I felt very well. Just ready to sweat out a few last toxins and
I'd be able to go out tonight feeling great.
I was walking back towards the changing rooms passed the instructors when
the very pretty short one, Maria, said her name badge, said, "Do you want
what you want?" Her voice had an east-European tone to it so I forgave the
oddness of the question.
"Of course," I replied smiling to her. I wasn't really meaning to be
anything other than polite. I didn't really understand what she'd meant,
we all want what we want don't we?
I headed into the steam room and didn't think anything more about it. The
steam room was in the men's changing room. It was already about 9.30 in
the evening so most of the immediate post-work crowd had made their way
home and I had the room to myself. I sat there took a few deep breaths and
let my muscles start to relax. I let my mind wander and thoughts turned
towards my favourite fantasy. I'd just noticed a slight twinge in my
shorts when the door opened and I was wakened from that little waking
dream.
Slightly awkward, slightly guilty and slightly frustrated as to where I'd
had to break my thoughts, I decided that was time enough in the steam room
and headed for the showers. I love that feeling of real healthiness that
comes from working out, then sweating it out and then showering everything
clean. There were just the three showers and the two end ones were taken.
I hung my towel over the door and turned the shower on. Not too hot,
shorts off and straight under the water and I reached my hand out for the
soap. A few squirts from the dispenser and cleanliness was moments away.
I noticed that the liquid soap was pink rather than the usual green but
didn't think twice about it. You couldn't go wrong if you got the soap
everywhere - lather went all over my face, shoulders, chest, stomach, round
my balls, over my rear, thighs, knees and calves.
I was bent over washing my feet when I had cause to blink hard. I wasn't
sure which came first ... there was a momentary dizzy spell (I was bent
double after all) but I was sure that I was looking at painted toenails, my
painted toenails. I refocused. Yes, my toenails were a deep, dark,
unmistakeable pink. They were my feet and yet they were definitely looking
more tanned than they usually did, and smaller too. I straightened up. My
hands ran up my legs and there wasn't a hair to interrupt their path. My
heart was pounding as I realised that my hips and my ass were broader than
I'd ever known them. My stomach was flat but it was smooth and as my hands
came up my chest, I both feared and was excited at what I knew I'd find.
Yes, their path was interrupted as my elbows had to extend and I felt the
tingle as my hands cupped my boobs, yes my boobs! I was part way through
the realisation that my hands weren't even able to hold all of them when my
nipples caught under my fingers. Wow! That was astonishing. I gasped.
My right hand went down across my stomach but nothing interrupted its
progress, my cock was gone and I could only imagine what that slit
contained. My left hand reached up and I ran my fingers through my hair.
I'd never had hair longer than a couple of inches and yet now my hand ran
through my hair for seconds, I let it fall and, though wet, I realised it
fell at least half way down my back.
Oh my god. It was my fantasy. True.
This was my deepest secret, no-one knew it, I'd said two words to a
stranger and I was transformed.
Oh my god. I was a woman. I was a woman in a shower, naked, in the men's
changing room and to the side of me the shower was very definitely occupied
by a man.
My mind was racing, how could this have happened? I felt great, I felt
alive but, really, this couldn't happen but here it was, me, Nick, looking
down at wet hair over my newly hairless and, frankly, well endowed chest.
I think I forgot to breathe. I stumbed, put my hand against the frosted
glass shower wall and put my foot forwards. In the stall next to me, the
shower was turned off. I heard his door open and didn't hear him turn left
and head into the changing rooms. As I looked down and under my door, I
realised I could see two sets of toes in front of my door. As it started
to open, I heard, "Are you O...."
He never made it to "K" as with the widening door, he saw me. I didn't
know what I looked like myself but his face told me plenty. His eyes ran
up from my legs and as they went his jaw dropped further. He was about to
manage a "Wow", when I pulled him into my cubicle. I didn't want him
causing a fuss but the moment the door was shut behind him we both knew
that we'd just created a fuss of some sort.
I'd never been naked so close to any man before and now here I was long
haired, boobed and unable to speak. It wasn't that I couldn't speak, I
just had no idea what to say. I don't think my captive(?) did either. He
was about 25, tall, fit, muscled and tanned. He'd caught his towel in the
door when I'd pulled him in which mean he was as naked as me and he was
stood no more than six inches away and eating me up with his eyes. As he
looked lower he didn't seem to be able to take his eyes off my nipples
which I'd noticed seemed to be growing and tightening under his gaze.
My eyes were roving over his sculpted chest, but they couldn't help but
notice the twitching that was going on below it. I don't know why it
seemed like the only thing to do but my right hand reached out, stroked his
balls and my fingers then moved to wrap around his dick. It was twitching
with his nerves but that wasn't my first thought, it was so warm, so hard.
It was big too. My hand was now a lot smaller than it had been but my
fingers just went round it. It was at least double the length of the width
of my hand. As I felt the pulse go through it I knew I had to taste it.
I swapped hands so that I was holding his dick in my left hand and, using
his ass as support, I lowered myself to my knees. His dick was a bit lower
than eye-level and looked even larger from this angle. He stood still
whilst I leaned forwards and gave it a tentative kiss. He tasted of warmth
and strength as I opened my lips and licked his skin. I peeled back his
foreskin and ran my tongue over the head of his dick. Even through the
noise of the shower did I hear his moan, or was it a sigh, I didn't care, I
wanted more of that dick. He had the strength in his body but I had the
power to make him go weak. I took more of him into my mouth, running my
tongue all over and I slowly started to move my head up and down his shaft.
As his hips started to move with the rhythm, I brought my right hand round,
to cup and then stroke his balls. As the rhythm increased, I could sense
that he wasn't far off. I gently squeezed his balls and applied a little
more friction with my tongue. In my head, I knew what was coming, he was
coming, three, two, one ..... oh my. My man shuddered and my mouth was
filled with his jizz, I didn't know I was that sort of girl (I was only
just finding out I was any sort of girl) but oh my, I was almost swallowing
his spunk before it had left his cock, I wanted all of it and more. I
swallowed and swallowed again.
Standing up I realised just how much taller this man was. He stood four or
five inches taller than me, a fact more noticeable as he leant down and
reached for my lips with his. I pulled him in to me, pleasingly crushing
my new breasts on my chest, and as we clinched I felt him already hardening
between us. More than anything, I wanted to feel him in me. I put both
arms around his neck, was up on tiptoes and gave a little spring. Without
a word he got my drift and caught me with both of his big hands splaying my
cheeks as he held me airborne. Between my legs I could feel a wetness, an
anticipation for him. He lowered me onto him. Oh oh oh. It was slow, it
was heaven, it was what I was made for, it was all I'd ever hoped for and
more. He was in me. Gently, I moved my hips, Oh, I was seeing stars.
Every breath brought movement, every movement was pleasure.
My stallion had his own ideas about how to give pleasure and just as my
heart was finding a beat I was being lifted up his shaft and lowered,
lifted and lowered, lifted and lowered. Together we found a rhythm that
was pure heaven. My pussy was in raptures, my ass was in his hands, my
lips and tongue were fighting his for a supremacy we were both happy to
lose. Suddenly I realised the impossibility that my pleasure was increasing
yet further, each movement brought an escalation, every thrust was pushing
me on and on and on, then, just as I thought it couldn't go further, I felt
his cock spasm and I exploded in orgasm. My pussy tightened on his cock,
my back arched, my legs tightened on his hips and I dare not even move my
nipples for fear of what sensations further movement would bring.
He lowered me to the floor. "Steve," he said with an enormous grin on his
face.
"Err..." I reached in my memory. "Nikki" ....
To be continued?
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