Locker Room Surprise

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Adult Romance  |  House: Booksiesilk Classic Group

A woman tells her lover about a sexual experience she had before she knew him. She was nineteen then, working as a waitress in a French restaurant, and it all happened by surprise...

Locker Room Surprise

For two years, I had the pleasure and the privilege to fuck Anita Thulane. At that time, I already had a lot of experience with women in bed. I knew how to treat Anita and other women the right way to make them come. Anita spoiled me too. Having sex with her was delicious, but the after-sex was quite enjoyable too. When we were resting in each other’s arms, she used to tell me about her previous sexual experiences. She called them “pranks”, and some were quite surprising. This is one of the stories she told me when we were resting in bed after we had had a terrific fuck at the Haylan Drive-In Motel:

I was 19 years old and studying French at Hazelstead University. On the weekends, I was working as a waitress in “Mangerie Pierre Legrand”, a large, well-known French restaurant.

To introduce you to the premises, the locker room was upstairs next to the customer toilets, the door to the men's toilets being on the left of the access to the locker room. Of course, access to that room was blocked by a digicode, but we never locked it, for the simple reason that we kept forgetting the code...

It was a Wednesday. I had just finished my lunch service, after setting my tables for the evening. I went up to change in the locker room. For once, I had finished before the others and I knew that my colleagues still had a good hour of work. I admit that I was very happy to leave before everyone else.

My personal locker was on the left, the fourth on the way in. As usual, I took off my skirt and then my blouse and my bra to relieve the pressure on my breasts. So, I was in a T-shirt and a thong in the locker room, with my back to the door, putting my dirty waitress clothes away in a sports bag to take them home.

I didn’t notice the change of light. It was modified by the opening of the door. Suddenly, it was with surprise that I heard someone say: "Oops, sorry!".

I turned around to see who had just opened the door, covering my chest with my forearm. In the doorframe, I noticed a middle-aged man, about fifty, tall and muscular, with graying hair, and lightly tanned skin. Surprised and embarrassed, I told him that the toilets were next door to the left, but the man didn’t move. He remained there, motionless, devouring me with his impudent gaze. Then, after a short silence, he told me that he had liked the view, that I had a beautiful ass and perhaps equally beautiful boobs. Now that he had seen how dazzling I was, his pressing desire to go to the loo had just disappeared in favor of another kind of desire. With these words, he closed the door behind him and came towards me in the locker room.

At 19 years old, full of recklessness and excitement, I stared at him and pulled my forearm from my chest, proud of my nice round tits. He came closer and without a word he pulled me against him, gripping my ass with his firm hands.

He shoved me wildly against the lockers and kissed me just as hard, his hands still on my ass, squeezing it tight, then pulling my legs apart. I felt one of his fingers tickle my clit and move down under my thong to my already wet pussy. His face then glowed with a mischievous smile and I can still hear his words today:

You have a puss that calls for the dick, so, I need to fill it up a little.”

With a quick gesture, he pulled down my thong. Without any further delay, he inserted his entire middle finger inside my pussy and began to move it inside me in light circles.

He wanted to pull my T-shirt up, but I did it myself. His mouth moved down to my tits and after a few kisses on my nipples, he started nipping at them enough for a few muffled moans to come out of my mouth.

I was salivating with excitement and without paying attention, my hands were already unbuttoning his pants. I quickly had his hot penis in my hands. It was straight as an arrow and very hard.

I loved, even at the time, to suck dicks. It was, sorry, it's my guilty pleasure. So it was without waiting for his invitation that I leaned forward to taste his cock. It was so swollen that it was with difficulty that I pushed it deep into my mouth. After a few backs and forth, he sat down on one of the benches dividing the locker room in two. On my knees in front of him, I sucked him again and again, greedily. I had, at the time, never sucked such a throbbing cock. My mouth was full of it and I loved it, but I didn't want to make him cum until I had felt it inside my urge-soaked pussy. While watching him I continued to suck him to make him want to take me... and it was quickly done!

He got up, I stood in front of him with my back against a locker, tight ass, legs apart, pussy gaping. Suddenly and unceremoniously he slapped my ass then he plunged his pole into me. Surprised by so much passion and with a little pain, I let out a moan before encouraging him to take me wildly.

His hands gripped my hips and he started pounding my pussy. His hard cock came out and then plunged into me again. His sometimes slow, sometimes fast back and forth driving made me crazy. Very quickly, I forgot that I was in the locker room of the place where I worked, that maybe a colleague would come and surprise us… I moaned more and more, inviting him to continue again and again and plunge his cock deeper into my puss…

I moaned louder and louder. Each time he slapped my ass I moaned a little more and each time he fucked me a little harder. He then let go of my hips and while one hand came to knead my right breast, the other pulled my hair. Under the action of this tension I bent back, mouth open, panting, my tummy more arched. The more I moaned the more he went wild, the more he pumped up and down inside my slit and slammed my ass, and the more I loved it.

With each penetration he pulled me even closer to him, his hand kneaded my breast even more, then pinched my nipple, gently, then harder. I was being fucked wildly like a good slut. It was what I was for him and how did I like it!… It didn’t even last five minutes before I came. I didn’t shriek or yell, afraid that downstairs someone in the restaurant would hear my orgasmic shout. I was a little ashamed for him because, at the moment of my orgasm, I couldn’t prevent my pussy from squirting hot lust juice on his balls and thighs, but that didn’t seem to matter to him.

I felt his cock swell and his back and forth slow down. He was going to cum inside my cunt, and I didn’t want him to. I withdrew and took a step back.

Come on, missy,” he said. “Let me give you a nice cream pie.”

At that time, I didn’t know what a “cream pie” was, but I guessed that he wanted to spray his semen inside my vagina.

Sorry, sir,” I said. “You don’t want to get me pregnant, or do you?”

He didn’t answer my question, he just sighed with disappointment. I understood him. I had let him fuck me, he had made me come, but now I had suddenly put an end to his physical pleasure. That was, I felt, unfair on my part. So, I knelt in front of him. With one hand I took his balls, and with the other his cock to jerk it off. I alternated between quick handjob and deep blowjob, my tongue tasted it...

After five good minutes of deep blowjob alternated with a vigorous handjob, his cock began to get even harder, and it pulsated. He was going to squirt and I wanted to feel his cum on my tits, feel it dripping down to my nipples.

I shook him ever faster, ever more vigorously. Logically, the man ended up spreading on my breasts his very white, very thick semen. It dripped down to my nipples still reddened by his passionate kisses.

I licked up the last drops of cum on his cock, then he put his pants back on.

After a few words that I want to keep a secret, he left the locker room...

Since then, from time to time, I think about this man, and the excitement of the moment returns as if it happened only minutes ago. Every time, I get so terribly horny. You’re not there to fuck me then. So, I have to caress myself, rub my clit, and make myself cum... and I have to tell you, every time I went back to the locker room of Mangerie Pierre Legrand, I was hoping that he would come back and fuck me again and again, like a good little slut.”

That was one of beautiful Anita’s amazing stories. But she told me more of the kind…

© Robur Quercus 2022


 


Submitted: June 01, 2022

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Spyguy

A nice tale of some nice tail!

Wed, June 1st, 2022 5:49pm

Spyguy

A nice tale of some nice tail!

Wed, June 1st, 2022 5:49pm

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Glad you liked it.

Wed, June 1st, 2022 1:22pm

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