Always Shower After A Workout

Brittany showed the girl at the desk her membership card, and then hurried down the stairs. Spinning class had started five minutes ago, and she hated to be late, but the Bluffton traffic had been particularly bad for a Monday night. Besides, she'd make up for it by pushing extra hard tonight. She hustled into the almost full Spinning room, about forty fit young people already pedaling away on a fifty-percent-resistance climb, the music blasting. Brittany searched for an open bike, and finally spotted one. She adjusted the bike seat and handle bars, at the same time kicking off her sandals and stepping into her cleaned cycling shoes. She jumped onto the saddle, locked her feet into the pedals, adjusted the bike's resistance, and started to pump away.

It wasn't until the next exercise, an out of the saddle, seventy-five-percent-resistance climb, that she even noticed who was working out in front of her. "God, has he got a fabulous butt," Brittany thought to herself. It wasn't like she was being lecherous or anything; she was merely making an observation. And check out those powerful legs. And those shoulders...

Now the Instructor switched the routine to one where they pedaled standing up for two beats, then sat down and pedaled for two beats. Up, down, up, down. Brittany found that the contact with the bike seat was having an interesting effect on her - no doubt aided by the fact she was still staring so intently at the Spinner in front of her. And imagining him wearing something else - sexy boxers, perhaps.

The routine changed again, to one in which the cyclists stayed seated. Brittany glanced into the mirror at the front of the room. There was quite a jumble of bodies to look through, but finally she spotted him. God is he gorgeous. His face flushed, sweaty, and breathing hard, his brown hair tousled. Yeah, I'd like to see him like that, Brittany thought, except on top of me, not some stationary bike.

Brittany pushed hard for the duration of the workout - got to burn off all that strawberries I've been eating, she thought to herself. And then, finally, the hard driving music segued into softer stuff, signaling that the workout was over and the cool down was beginning. Deep breaths stretch out the arms, turn the head... And that's when he, for the first time, looked behind himself and noticed Brittany. And broke into a huge smile. "Brittany!" Jeremy said. "I didn't know you were right behind me. Why didn't you say something?" "I wanted to keep an eye on you," Brittany said, kiddingly. "Make sure you weren't flirting with any other girls.” "Yeah, right," Jeremy countered. "When I've got a babe like you?" They exchanged another smile, and then finished their stretching routine.

As they were gathering up their towels and water bottles, Brittany asked, "Are you showering here or at home?" "Well, let's see," Jeremy replied. "Here I can shower with a bunch of hairy guys, or at home I can shower with you. What to do... what to do...?" "See you at home," Brittany said.

Jeremy may have exceeded the speed limit as he drove home in his red convertible, and got there before Brittany. He gave his pet cat some dinner, and then prepared a white wine for Brittany and a red wine for himself. He took them into the bathroom, and then started up the water in the oversize steam shower. He put some classical on the CD player. He peeled off his sweat drenched t-shirt, leaving himself in just his cycling shorts. A moment later, Brittany entered the bathroom, and stopped to take a look at Jeremy. "Ooh, looking good," she said. "I guess you've been cutting back on the chocolate." "Yeah, but still..." Jeremy said, "Maybe I should spend more time on the weights and less time Spinning." He affected a few body-builder poses for Brittany's inspection. But neither could keep a straight face. "Stick to the cardio," Brittany said. "I want your heart to be in good shape." "Oh and why do you want that?" Jeremy asked. "I just do," she replied. Brittany looked Jeremy straight in the eye, and then began to remove her sports bra. But she didn't just shuck it off - she slowly, sexily, pulled it up from its bottom, and used her hands and arms to shield her breasts from Jeremy's view for as long as possible. Finally, he could see Brittany's marvelous breasts in all their glory. "You look so incredible like that," Jeremy said. "Maybe even as good as in your lacy bra."

Each down to just a pair of bicycle shorts; they began to simultaneously roll them off. Brittany had the easier time of it; the path of her shorts was straight down. Jeremy, however, had to pull his shorts down, and then out over his hardening penis, then finally down again. Brittany watched as Jeremy continued to rise to full glory. "What can I say?" Jeremy quipped, "exercising gets my blood flowing." "And what can I say," Brittany countered, striding toward him, so beautifully naked, "exercise gets me horny." And with that, she bent down and engulfed Jeremy in her mouth. Caught by surprise, Jeremy could only let out a gasp of pleasure. Brittany put a hand on Jeremy's rear, and sucked him for a few moments. Then she released his penis from her mouth, and ran her tongue up and down its underside a couple times. Once more she sucked the head, and then, releasing him and rising up, said, "So, wants to join me in the shower?"

Brittany pushed past the still slightly stunned Jeremy, entering the roomy shower. Jeremy watched her a moment, the water cascading down on her fabulous body. My God, he thought, look at the legs on her. Jeremy stepped into the shower and joined her under the showerhead. Brittany and Jeremy hugged each other tightly, letting the water fall atop them. They kissed deeply, passionately, the feel of the water on their faces adding to the sensations. Jeremy's erection was pressed firmly against Brittany's belly. She straddled his upper thigh, her vagina pressed hard against his muscular leg. They finally had to break the kiss because they were out of breath and unable to get any air under the stream of water. But still they kept their naked bodies pressed together.

"Wanna wash my hair?" Brittany asked. "Depends which hair you had in mind." Jeremy replied. With a look, she handed him the vanilla shampoo and turned her back so she faced toward the shower head. Jeremy poured out some shampoo, and then began to work it into Brittany's brown hair. As he was massaging it in with both hands, Brittany reached back with one of her hands to grasp Jeremy's hard manhood and gently pump it. "That feels nice," Brittany said in reference to getting shampooed. "I agree," Jeremy said, not at all referring to the shampoo. After Brittany had rinsed, it was time for her to wash Jeremy's hair. They switched positions, and she began to shampoo him. Jeremy loved the feel of her warm breasts pushing in his back. And to be a gentleman, he returned the favor by reached back to gently fondle Brittany nether regions. Brittany gladly pressed herself forward, and spread her legs to help Jeremy. He worked his finger through her pubic hair and into her crevice. Then lightly up and down, before finally plunging a finger into her warm opening. He swirled his finger around, just the way he knew Brittany liked it. Brittany let out a low moan - she loved the feeling of his fingers against her G-spot. The steam was getting heavier in the shower now.

Jeremy ducked his head (the big one) into the flow of water to rinse it off. Then, without removing his hand from Brittany, he turned to face her. Brittany reached for Jeremy, and began to pump him once again. They stood together, giving each other pleasure, their enjoyment heightened by the warm water rushing over their naked bodies. Brittany ran her free hand all over Jeremy's body. He has the most magnificent smile ever, Brittany thought.

Still holding Jeremy's hardness with one hand, Brittany picked up the soap with her other hand and began to rub it over Jeremy's body. Over his strong chest, both his arms, his loins, around the back for a quick tushy scrub. They both giggled. Then Brittany gently soaped Jeremy's scrotum, finally running the bar up and down the length of Jeremy's shaft. "Nothing like a good 'soap-job'," Jeremy quipped. Even more fun was when Brittany pulled his penis under the water and spent quite some time making sure it was completely rinsed off. Jeremy closed his green eyes and sighed at the pleasure.

Now it was Jeremy's turn to soap up Brittany. Jeremy had to curtail his fondling because he used the two-handed soaping technique. Rub up the soap in both hands, put it down, and then apply lather-filled hands directly to the body. Which Jeremy particularly enjoyed employing on Brittany's firm rear. And then on her breasts. He fondled each of her lovely peaks, paying particular attention to rolling her nipples between his soapy fingers. Jeremy re-soaped his hands, then began to rub his way down Brittany' belly. Over her stomach, past her waist, and then finally into her wet tangle of pubic hair. Brittany closed her eyes and sighed. She tightened the grip she still held on Jeremy.

Once more Jeremy moved his finger up and down Brittany's crevice. He used a feather light touch to tickle her clitoris, and then slid his finger down into her vagina. Brittany let out a long "Oooh..." and clamped her muscles down on Jeremy's finger. She felt her breathing rate increase, inhaling deeply of the thick, steamy air.

Jeremy gently guided Brittany to the tile bench in the back of the steam shower, and helped sit her down on it. She spread her legs wide apart, inviting Jeremy to partake of her treasures. Jeremy knelt before her on the warm tile floor, and, with the hot water pounding on his back, began to lick her. He ran his tongue around the edges of her lips, which were warm and wet from the shower. Then he drove his tongue as far into her as he could, holding it stiff. Brittany let out another sigh - his tongue felt incredible in her sensitive opening. Jeremy removed his tongue, and replaced and it with his thumb. Brittany took it in easily -- she was very wet, and very hot, and she clamped her muscles tightly on his digit. Jeremy began to gently lick his way toward Brittany's clitoris. Brittany began to rock her hips, and moan softly. A feeling of warmth spread throughout her body. Finally, after an agonizingly slow trek, Brittany felt Jeremy's tongue make contact with her aching love button. A wave of pleasure rippled through her. Her moans got more urgent. Her vaginal muscles continued their involuntary contractions on Jeremy's thumb, which she could feel deep inside her. She grasped Jeremy by the back of his head, and pulled him tightly against her. His tongue flattened on her clitoris, and she began to rock herself up and down against it. "Oh god, oh god..." she moaned. Jeremy began to work his thumb in and out of Brittany, lingering on the edge for a moment, teasing her, before pressing it once more inside. The tension in Brittany was radiating from her vagina all the way up through her torso. The combination of Jeremy's tongue and thumb was pushing her ever closer to the edge. Her thighs tensed. Her clitoris tingled. Then Jeremy began to turn his thumb, pressing Brittany's G-spot. That did it. Brittany's moans turned to gasps, and with an "Ahh... ahhh... ahhhhh..." she finally exploded, her body wracked by spasms of pleasure, her vagina held tight against his mouth.

When she had finally caught her breath again, Brittany released Jeremy's head, and looked at him with dreamy blue eyes. "That was incredible," she said. "Good," Jeremy said, smiling at her. Brittany slowly got off the bench, her legs a bit shaky. "Now, you sit down," she instructed Jeremy. He gladly did as he was told. His erect penis pointed up at the showerhead. Brittany straddled Jeremy, letting the head of his pole nestle into her wet, puffy opening. They stared into each other's eyes, each anticipating a moment of immense pleasure. And then Brittany just sat down on Jeremy's lap, his pole sliding into her easily, each of them letting out a long "Ahhh." The sensations for each were incredible -- Jeremy felt engulfed by smooth warmth, Brittany felt impaled by a huge, gentle probe. They pressed their warm, wet bodies together, and Brittany wrapped her legs around Jeremy's back.

The lovers felt so totally connected - really one person rather than two. They sat like that for a moment, just enjoying the sensations, spray from the hot shower hitting them, the air thick and steamy. And then, at just the right moment, Jeremy began using his hands to gently lift Brittany up, and then let her slide down. Up, then down. Up, then down. Sometimes he held her for a moment at the top, his penis barely inside her, before letting her slide all the way down. Other times he only let her slide partially down before pulling her back up. Brittany never knew what Jeremy was going to do, and the uncertainty, and the variety of sensations, was driving her wild.

Jeremy, who'd been thinking of this ever since Brittany brought up the subject of showering together, wanted desperately to orgasm, but not until Brittany was ready again. He leaned her back a bit, changing his angle of penetration, and allowing him to suck her nipples. Brittany's breathing began to get ragged. Each stroke brought a louder groan from each of them. Jeremy held Brittany at the top of a stroke, the head of his penis just barely inside her. He teased her for what seemed like hours by starting to let her down, then pulling her back up. A little down, then back up. Brittany was desperate to be impaled, her muscles contracting greedily on the bit of Jeremy inside her. And then Jeremy finally let Brittany slide all the way down. That pushed them both over the edge. Each knew their orgasm was coming on like a train wreck. Jeremy pulled Brittany up and down for another full stroke, then one more, each of them grunting loudly. And then finally, with Jeremy inside Brittany as deeply as he could go, they both exploded, Jeremy shooting into her like a cannon, Brittany clamping down on Jeremy like a vise. Their strong spasms went on, and on, then, finally, began to subside.

They were finished, but neither wanted to move. They hugged each other even tighter, both externally and internally, and tried to catch their breaths. "I'd say tonight has been the best workout I've had in some time," Brittany said. "Yeah, but who said it's over?" Jeremy replied with a raised eyebrow. Brittany let out a long sigh. "Thank God I'm in shape," was all Brittany could say before Jeremy kissed her hard.