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I went to the YMCA this morning for a water aerobics class. Nothing out of the norm, really. As I got in the pool, the instructor was bent over doing something. I walked down the stairs in to the pool and her ass and pussy were just inches from my face. I kind of chuckled to myself and wondered if she realized I was checking her out. It also made me wonder if she had been standing like that just to show anyone who happened to be looking. I can't count how many times I have "accidentally" shown my boobs.

I have always loved men, but have been an admirer of the female form for as long as I can remember. I have been known to stare at women and just be fascinated by how beautiful they are. Their curves or heaving breasts, amazing. I probably had my first fantasy of being with a woman when I was 14. I have checked out my bi-side, but pretty much decided that without a fair amount of alcohol, when all my inhibitions go away and my inner whore REALLY comes out, I am heterosexual.

I have always been the one interested in sex. I am the friend that always asks for or shares too much sexual information. I have always been curious about every aspect of sex from a very early age. I am fairly certain that finding my father's stash of Penthouse probably contributed to my increased knowledge and interest in sex. I was always checking back to the cabinets to see anything new had been added to the stack, I had already read all the others from cover to cover. Kids today don't have to go to the trouble of sneaking into a basement to look for the porn stash, they can get it on their iPods.

Several years ago, I happened to be trolling the internet for porn, you know how one link leads you to another and that takes you some place else. I happened upon some pictures "she-males". It was one of those things where I didn't "get it", but was strangely turned on. The beauty of the female form, the breasts, the hair and make-up ... and a hard cock. I never really thought about again ... until this morning.

I was still bouncing away in the water, following the instructor and thinking how sexual some of the moves really were. Trust me, if there is a chance to make something nasty out of something totally innocent, I am always the first to notice it. A person began walking over to the second pool, to my right, and caught my attention. I wasn't really sure if they were male or female. My inability to figure that out had me staring and trying to make a decision.

"They" wore men's swim trunks and a white men's t-shirt, yet looked somewhat feminine. I was mesmerized. The class bounced and bopped around me, yet I continued watching the other pool for some kind of clue to the gender of this person. Why? I have no idea.

As "they" walked into the other pool, I decided female was the way to vote. There were visible breasts. Then I thought "they" might be self conscious of "man boobs," hence the t-shirt. It was white, so I waited to see what happened after the shirt got wet. I keep trying to pay attention to my class, but it didn't seem to do me much good. My eyes kept drifting over to the other pool to try and figure out the gender. "They" stayed crouched in the other pool so only their shoulders and head was above water. Their hair was very short, but kind of cute and puffier on top ... it really could have gone either way. I could tell there were earrings, but so many men wear two diamond-like earrings, that it really wasn't tell-tale. I kept watching. "They" stood up, but from my distance, I couldn't tell anything from the front of the shirt. "They kept pulling at the front of their shirt like they were uncomfortable in their own body. Again, could go either way. Man boobs, would be uncomfortable and a man trapped in a woman's body would probably not be too happy about boobs, either.

I kept participating in the class, but couldn't help but keep watching this person. Eventually the class ended and I went to sit in the whirlpool for a bit. I found myself still trying to find and watch this person. After about five minutes, "they" came over, got into the whirlpool and sat directly next to me. It is a pretty large whirlpool and there were already at least six or seven other people, however, there were still several places left this person could have sat or stood, but they sat within inches of me.

We gave the acknowledgment nod. Another person entered and "they" told the person there was still a lot of room on the ledge near them. I couldn't tell anything from the voice. "They" had a couple tattoos, but they looked pretty masculine. Why did I care? What would it matter. My mind wandered. After about 15 minutes in the whirlpool, I decided it was time to get moving and hit the showers. Since the class had ended some time earlier, no one was in the showers.

I headed to the far end of the bank of showers, hung my towel outside of the stall, turned on the water and waited for the icy fingers of water to warm up a touch. My mind continued to be fixated on this person.

I walked into the stall, undid the hook on the back of my one piece suit as I was pulling the curtain behind me closed. I pulled the suit down to my waist and then figured I may as well leave it to let some of the chlorine wash out of the suit. I looked down at my very firm and perky tits, the nipples were standing at attention. Hmmmm, interesting. I still had the wheels spinning in my head.

I turned so the water was hitting my hair and back, I put some shampoo into my hands, leaned my head back into the water and closed my eyes while I began to lather the shampoo into my hair. I continued thinking about this person.

I thought I heard something and opened my eyes. There I stood, my perky tits standing out there, shampoo running down over the extended nipples and I was staring face to face with this person ... in my stall.

Hmmmm, my first thought was, "ah ha, they must be female if they are in my stall" ... it wasn't "what the fuck is someone doing in my stall", surprisingly. "They" put a finger to their lips to shhhhh me. I wasn't really sure what to think, I was shocked ... and yet, I wasn't. They stepped forward and pulled the curtain closed behind them. My mind was racing.

I heard, "You, my dear, have been staring at me for quite some time." My eyes were wide, I wasn't sure what to do or say. I had no idea what was going to happen. "They reached over my left shoulder and grabbed my bar of oatmeal soap. It has little bits of oatmeal in it for exfoliation, so it is a little pokey ... for lack of a better word. They started running the prickly soap over my already hard nipples. My jaw dropped as if I might try to spit out some sort of word. Again the finger returned to the lips with the shhhhh gesture. My jaw moved back into its normal location.

"Did your mother not teach you it isn't proper to stare at people?," they uttered. I still could not peg a gender. I suppose I could guess by the fact they were standing in the ladies locker room ... screw that ... by the fact they were standing in MY shower stall, I could guess woman ... but I really wasn't sure.

My pussy was throbbing, I could hear my heart pounding in my ears. I was so turned on and yet, not really sure of the situation. My nipples and tits were now being washed by two hands, firm, masculine. I went to speak again and they pushed me against the back wall and began kissing me while one hand slid around my back and pulled me in tighter. My body was tense, my twat SCREAMED for release. I didn't kiss back but the kiss continued. They whispered in my ear, "if you are going to try to talk, I am going to have to continue kissing you."

I was still pulled in firmly, my bathing suit still on my bottom half, one hand firmly on my right nipple and squeezing. I bit my lip. I tried to imagine the creamy wetness that was probably soaking into the crotch of my suit at that second. "Do you want me to stop?," was whispered in my ear. Without hesitation I got out a "no". The desire in my voice caught me off-guard. "I warned you," was uttered before lips were again placed on mine. This time I kissed back. Our tongues met and it shot a bolt of heat and energy to my clit. I felt like I was about to have a mind blowing orgasm. Their lips were tender, like kissing a woman ... but it was forceful and controlling, like kissing a man.

There were voices, there were hair dryers, the radio over head played, "I've Got You Babe." I was being kissed ... by a complete stranger ... in a locker room ... in a shower ... there were people all around. I was trying to listen if there was anyone else in the shower area ... I suddenly remembered I was to meet my husband for lunch ... and yet, I knew nothing was going to stop what was about to happen ... what was happening to me, at that very second. More importantly, I didn't want it to stop.

The kisses traveled back to my neck. Dear God, just thinking about someone kissing me in just the right spot on my neck or shoulders turns me on so very much. The fact that it was happening ... SKILLFULLY ... with all the other factors hyping up the excitement level, I knew I was mere minutes from a mind blowing orgasm. I also knew that I have a difficult time not making a ton of noise under the best of normal circumstances. At that very second, I didn't care. I didn't care if anyone walked in, I didn't care if I was banned and never allowed back in the building. All I knew was I was so fucking horny and the need was growing in me with every passing second.

They stated, "You are quite the little whore, aren't you." I mindlessly nodded in agreement. "You want me to make you cum right now, don't you?", again I nodded. I went to speak and was met with another kiss. Tongues dancing, my lip was bit and I let out a moan. The hand moved from my lower back to the back of my head. At first I was pulled in tighter for a more forceful kiss but then I was grabbed by my hair, my head was pulled back and to the side a little, as teeth bit into my horny zone between my neck and my shoulder.

My hands that had been doing nothing but hanging at my side, tried to reach up and touch my ... uh, my shower companion? Both of my hands were taken and held on either side of me. "No touching me, unless you want me to stop, you might want to use your hands to brace yourself a bit."

Part of me thought about just walking out of the stall. That is what I SHOULD have done, I could have stopped it at any time, but I hadn't ever been so turned on ... well, in a YMCA, anyway. That even counts the time I masturbated in the whirlpool on a day I was particularly horny.

They began soaping up my boobs again and then began running their hands all over my body. I wanted to scream to let me cum. Instead, I bit my lip and let out a quiet, yet primal, moan. I heard more voices and a shower turn on. "Go AWAY," I screamed in my head. Then another shower turned on.

As my mind was processing the new and near water sounds, they began rubbing my clit through my suit. "My, I can feel your slippery juices through your suit, you are just aching for me to touch you more, aren't you?," they asked. I wanted to scream for them to make me cum, but I didn't dare say anything. "Do you think you can keep yourself quiet?," they asked. I sucked in on my lower lip and nodded. They immediately pulled my suit to the side and slid two fingers deep inside of me, my eyes widened, I tried to spread my legs further apart to give them total control and access of my needing box. "Your cunt is soaking wet and this shower has nothing to do with that, your clit is all engorged and looks amazing, it is almost begging me to suck on it. Is that what you think I should do?," they asked. I arched my hips forward, hoping they would know that meant they could do anything to me they wanted, but to PLEASE release some of the tension SOON!!

They got on their knees, two fingers still inside me and a thumb rubbing at my swollen clit. They began thrusting those fingers in and out of my hungry pussy and moving their fingers in circles. I am thrusting as I write this, lost in memory of how amazing that felt just those few hours ago. A shower turned off, people walked through chatting on their way to lockers. How could I be so caught up in the swell of lust in my loins and still so conscious of all the sounds around me that normally, I would never hear?

They sucked my clit into their mouth. Tongue flicking and flicking, teeth grinding a little, sucking and concentrating all their efforts on my little button. I removed a hand from the wall and placed it over my mouth. I wanted to cum, I wanted to make noise. Instead, I bit into my hand and held my breath. With that, they pulled their fingers out, waited until I made eye contact and then began sniffing and sucking on their fingers. My hips bucked, ACHING to have those fingers back inside of me, needing to feel those lips working over my clit, this was not their first trip to a clit, that I can say with all certainty! The eye contact remained as the fingers easily slipped back inside of me. I am not entirely sure who broke eye contact first. Me, as I dropped the back of my head against the wall or them as they buried their mouth back into my snatch. They placed another finger inside of me. "More," escaped my lips. After a few thrusts, I could feel their pinky added to the finger dildo.

I have never had a whole hand inside of me, but I was desperate to try. I could feel my fuck hole clenching and releasing upon the hand, my hips grinding, pelvis arching, I tried bending my knees in an effort of forcing more of the hand inside of me. "More," I pleaded. They just kept fucking me with those fingers, sometimes teasing me like they might actually enclose the thumb into their palm and stretch me further apart than I ever have been. I felt the suction on my clit concentrating down into smaller and smaller bits of my clit until they were really just working on the tiny bud, itself. They used their other hand to pull back the protecting hood skin a bit and expose more of the very sensitive nub. Lick, Lick, Lick ... I was not prepared for them to bind my bud between their teeth with force. I tried to yell "OUCH" and move myself away from the pain. It didn't work, I didn't move at all. I was pinned against a wall, their shoulder helping to keep me pinned, their tongue flicking from the other side of their teeth. Without warning, that thumb linked into the palm of their hand and they used my dripping juices to put their entire hand inside of me, then released my clit and returned to sucking and flicking at it. The sensations they were creating combined with the hot water streaming all over me, caused my whole body to start twitching and I knew I was about to blow. They yanked back on their hand a bit but it stayed firmly within my pussy lips. They began thrusting into me with sort of a half circular motion where they allowed their fingers to penetrate, twist and slightly remove from my cunt. That was it, the sensations were intense and over-powering. My twat began squirting its hot liquids from within. Wave after wave surged through me, my legs were shaking, my shoulders and upper back supported me against the wall as my second hand shot up to help cover my mouth. I was making so much noise into my hands, I prayed the shower noises disguised them a little. Frankly, I didn't care. At that second, I would have used a bull horn to release the guttural noises literally cumming out of me.

Just as I thought I was recovering a bit, they began thrusting their hand inside of me, again. I have NO idea what they were actually doing, but it felt so incredible, that I never wanted the feeling to end. It only took a matter of seconds before I was cumming again. Not as strong as that first one, but DAMN AMAZING!!

They stood up and fed their hand to me. I was instructed to get some of my cum off their hand. I eagerly lapped up my essence. I was still so turned on and began aching to cum again. They asked if I met people like this often. I managed a "never" to escape through my rapid breathing. "You mean a dirty little slut like you hasn't ever done this before" they asked. I shook my head no. More, I wanted more. Another shower turned off. A thought went through my head wondering if I could count this on my cardio monitoring ... I mean, my heart rate was being elevated for sure!

I tried again to reach out and touch them. My hands were forcefully taken and put to my sides and I was kissed. They moved their mouth down to my tits, their tongue moving from nipple to nipple and back. They stood again, they were only a bit taller than I am. Their mouth returned to my neck and they told me to turn around. I eagerly complied. Their mouth again found my neck, I tried to push my ass backwards to rub against their groin, perhaps that would give me the answer I had been wondering about. They smacked my ass. The shock and sting caught me off-guard and I yelled "OUCH". A voice from somewhere else in the area called out to see if I was okay. "Uh, yes, yes, I am fine, thank you," I answered back.

Their hand rubbed at the stop on my ass where they had just slapped me. They told me they could see a hand mark coming to the surface. They continued to bite on my neck as a hand reached around and felt my breasts and then moved down to my pussy again. It didn't take much, a couple dozen rubs across my aching mound and I was cumming again. My knees felt like they would buckle under me. They asked if it felt good while I was still grinding against their hand. I nodded. "Good, now you know what happens if you keep staring at someone, now wash up." As I turned to face them, they pulled the curtain closed behind them.

My suit still on half of me, I quickly tried to decide what I should do ... do I chase after them? Do I hurry and see if they are waiting in the locker room, lobby or parking lot? I took the rest of my suit off. I re-washed my hair, the wheels still turning in my mind. I soaped myself, the slick juices of my snatch were still very evident. I began to rub, I grabbed my travel shampoo bottle off the shelf and pushed it inside of my pussy, plenty of moisture was there to allow its penetration. One hand fucked my pussy, the other rubbed my clit, again I was bracing myself on the wall. You know, it is a really good thing the Y must have a majorly huge water tank. The spasms came again, I could feel the pulsation around the bottle. Once my breathing returned to normal, I finished in the shower and went to get dressed, half looking for my ... friend.

I didn't see them in the locker room, or the lobby, or the parking lot. I wondered if I would ever see them again. I can tell you with all certainty, I will be watching for them or maybe I should watch for someone who is starring at me?

Either way, I can hardly wait for exercise class tomorrow!!