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Subject: {ASSM} The Gym
Date: Fri, 13 Jul 2001 18:10:04 -0400
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At the gym there is this really cute little training instructor.   She's 
Indian, so she has a dark complexion, dark hair and a slight build.  I, 
on the other hand, am Celtic so my skin is fair (with lots of freckles) 
and hair is red.  She is not normally the kind of woman I would find 
attractive, but she has an infectious smile.  She's married (and so am 
I), but the flirtations every day are great fun. 

Well, yesterday at the end of my workout I headed for the showers.   I 
stripped off my clothes, grabbed a towel and went into the shower area. 
However, I noticed that there wasn't any soaps in the dispensers. Since 
I was going to take a shower anyway I figured I could lend her a hand 
and fill them up while I was at it... save her a step.  It also gave me 
a chance to say hi and flirt a bit.

So, got dressing in my shorts (no reason to put the sweaty t-shirt back 
on... or the shoes) and headed out to tell her what was wrong.   "The 
shower soap dispensers are empty again.   If you'll get me the refill 
I'll do it while I'm taking a shower."

"They're out? Again?  I thought I just filled them yesterday."  She 
seemed pretty mad.   Hmmmm, maybe telling her wasn't such a good idea.

There wasn't anyone in the gym except the two of us.  Thursday's are 
pretty light days, so she had the time to make the "repairs" 
immediately.  We headed over to the men's locker room.  "Hello? Is there 
anyone in there?"  she shouted as she part way opened the door.   No 
response.

"I'm the only one here." I said someone sheepishly, trying to steer 
clear of her wrath. 

"Yea, I thought so, but it's better safe than sorry."  With that she 
strode in to the locker room and into the shower room. 

When we got to the showers the dispensers were empty.  "Well, damn!" she 
said with a definate punch.  "I guess I'll have to fill them again.  I 
don't know what you guys do to use so much soap, but if they need 
filling I'll go get the soap."

"If you give me the stuff I can do it."  I offered, trying to ease the 
situation.

"No, it's my job.  You go ahead and take your shower.   I take care of 
this."   and she stormed out of the room.

Well, I wasn't sure what just happened, but ok, it obviously wasn't her 
day.   I headed back to my locker, dropped my gym shorts, grabbed my 
towel (again) and headed in to take a shower (I generally use my own 
soap anyway).

I started washing my long red hair and then rinsed it.  While my head 
was under the water, I heard her voice say, "excuse me a moment." and 
then I felt her hand against my side as her arm reached behind my back 
for the soap dispenser.   Needless to say, I jumped.  "I didn't mean to 
scare you." she said as our eyes met.   There she was standing right 
next to me, completely naked.  There was a large jug of liquid soap on 
the bench behind her.

"No, it's alright.  I just wasn't expecting you to fill them up now." 

"You need soap don't you?"  She picked up the jug and started pouring 
some soap in her hand.

"Well, I have my own, but ...."  and as I spoke she took her hand full 
of soap and reached for my cock.    I wasn't hard yet, but the moment 
she touched me I was.  

I stood there in shock as her hand worked up a nice lather.  "After such 
a workout, you'll want to make sure you're good and clean."  Her body 
stepped in closer to me.  "Mind if I get in the water too?  It's a bit 
chilly standing in the breeze."    I could smell her, the subtle mixture 
of her natural odor with the exotic smell of the soap.   I could feel 
her, her body pressed against my side, her breasts touching me, her 
thighs touching me, her hands touching me.

I moved over and let the water run between us.   This made the lather on 
my cock slowly rinse away, but that wasn't a problem.  Her hand still 
had plenty of lubrication with the running water.   Finally, I was 
coherent enough to make a move myself so I leaned down to kiss her.  Her 
eyes softly closed as our lips met.  The first kiss was tender.  The 
second more passionate.  The third, well, my arms wrapped around her, I 
pulled her deep into my chest and as our bodies pressed hard against one 
another our tongues explored another world. 

It wasn't long before I was leaning her up against a wall and gyrating 
my hips to gain access to her womanhood with my manhood.   Somewhere in 
all the movement, the spot was found and I slid in with one easy motion. 
She gasped, as my cock pressed her vagina wide open.  I arch my hips to 
make sure my cock is driven all the way home, as her breasts press 
against my chest.   I look down.  The mixture of her dark skin and black 
pubic hair against my lily white skin and red hair is an explosion of 
contrasts. 

I kiss her neck while I let her get used to my size.  Then as the 
pressure is replaced with a warm, wet sensation, I begin rocking my 
hips.  She slowly begins to rock hers as well.   My hands roam over her 
body, felling the muscles, the flesh, the passion built up inside.   She 
takes her legs and wraps them around my waist, pressing her back to the 
shower wall and bucking her hips.  I wrap my arms around her hips and 
begin thrusting against her with uncontrolled lust.   The kissing stops, 
but caressing stops, the only things that continues is the flow of blood 
to my cock and the pounding of our hips together.   I hear her moan; I 
respond in kind.   I hear her gasp and so do I.   I hear her scream as 
her orgasm takes flight.   And with a few last grunts I explode into 
her, sending stream after stream.   The water is pounding on my back, 
while my cock is throbbing in her cunt.

She colaspes into my arms, as we press together leaning against the 
shower wall.  After a long while of just enjoying the embrace, we move 
to look each other in the eye.  The look is long and soft, slowly 
melting into a kiss.  She then slides down, as I slide out.  We finish 
the show in silence, slowly soaping each other enjoying the touch.

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