| Author: | Dana Brown | ISBN: | 9781310088759 |
| Publisher: | Dana Brown | Publication: | July 9, 2014 |
| Imprint: | Smashwords | Language: | English |
| Author: | Dana Brown |
| ISBN: | 9781310088759 |
| Publisher: | Dana Brown |
| Publication: | July 9, 2014 |
| Imprint: | Smashwords |
| Language: | English |
She decided she wanted to watch all the hot guys work out, but there wasn't anyone around. Not in the entire gym! She walked aimlessly, until she saw the men's bathroom.
"Why not?" she said to herself. "It's not like I'll be caught!"
She snuck in and quietly made her way through the boy's locker room. There was a team in there, almost all changed from practice. She saw ten or twelve of her peers, rock hard, tall, ripped, glistening with water or sweat (she didn't care) and planted herself on a beach between them all. None of them saw her.
She giggled to herself quietly. Lucy couldn't believe how much fun it was! All these naked boys walking around...
But they started clearing out. She didn't even realize that they had gotten dressed. She was sad they were gone, but it wasn't like she couldn't just do this all the time. Lucy smiled to herself. She could do this every day.
That's when she noticed the sound of a shower still on. She thought they had all left?
Carefully she walked towards the showers, trying not to make a sound. When she got there, she saw a man scrubbing himself up with soap and humming a tuneless hum to himself. He was gorgeous. 6,4 at least, with short blonde hair. Blue eyes. A perfectly muscled frame — a swimmer, most likely. Immediately Lucy stepped into the showers with him.
But what could she do? It wasn't like she could just take him — how would that even work? She watched as he slid the soap all over his rippling body, the sudsy water hitting every nook and cranny of his flesh, coating him and cleaning him all over. Lucy sat on the wet floor and watched this hunk lather himself up.
But it wasn't enough. She needed more.
Maybe it was the fact she could barely think, but she stood up and did the crazy — she walked over to the man, put her hands on his shoulders and whispered into his ear.
"Don't be afraid, I won't hurt you."
He jumped and yelped, but Lucy calmed him down. "Shhhh, it's okay, you can't see me, but it's okay."
"Wh- what the hell?" the man said.
"Shhhh." Lucy said, rubbing her hands along his strong back. "It's okay; I just want to make you feel good."
She rubbed her hands over the front of him and felt his pecs and abs. She pressed herself into his back and held him close. Just the feeling of this guy's body on hers was intoxicating!
"What the hell is going on," he said. "Am I dreaming?"
"Sure," Lucy said. "That sounds about right."
She decided she wanted to watch all the hot guys work out, but there wasn't anyone around. Not in the entire gym! She walked aimlessly, until she saw the men's bathroom.
"Why not?" she said to herself. "It's not like I'll be caught!"
She snuck in and quietly made her way through the boy's locker room. There was a team in there, almost all changed from practice. She saw ten or twelve of her peers, rock hard, tall, ripped, glistening with water or sweat (she didn't care) and planted herself on a beach between them all. None of them saw her.
She giggled to herself quietly. Lucy couldn't believe how much fun it was! All these naked boys walking around...
But they started clearing out. She didn't even realize that they had gotten dressed. She was sad they were gone, but it wasn't like she couldn't just do this all the time. Lucy smiled to herself. She could do this every day.
That's when she noticed the sound of a shower still on. She thought they had all left?
Carefully she walked towards the showers, trying not to make a sound. When she got there, she saw a man scrubbing himself up with soap and humming a tuneless hum to himself. He was gorgeous. 6,4 at least, with short blonde hair. Blue eyes. A perfectly muscled frame — a swimmer, most likely. Immediately Lucy stepped into the showers with him.
But what could she do? It wasn't like she could just take him — how would that even work? She watched as he slid the soap all over his rippling body, the sudsy water hitting every nook and cranny of his flesh, coating him and cleaning him all over. Lucy sat on the wet floor and watched this hunk lather himself up.
But it wasn't enough. She needed more.
Maybe it was the fact she could barely think, but she stood up and did the crazy — she walked over to the man, put her hands on his shoulders and whispered into his ear.
"Don't be afraid, I won't hurt you."
He jumped and yelped, but Lucy calmed him down. "Shhhh, it's okay, you can't see me, but it's okay."
"Wh- what the hell?" the man said.
"Shhhh." Lucy said, rubbing her hands along his strong back. "It's okay; I just want to make you feel good."
She rubbed her hands over the front of him and felt his pecs and abs. She pressed herself into his back and held him close. Just the feeling of this guy's body on hers was intoxicating!
"What the hell is going on," he said. "Am I dreaming?"
"Sure," Lucy said. "That sounds about right."
