I paced the house restlessly. I was lonely. I was bored. I was horny!!
I went in and took a shower and readied myself for bed. I knew what had started all of this. I lay on my bed and my mind drifted back to the late night session at the 24-hour gym where I worked out regularly.
It was a slow night, only a few people working out on the weight machines. I had gone in to the women's locker room, getting ready to go home. Camila had been there.
Camila was one of the main reasons I frequented this gym at such an odd hour. She was on the night staff and I had been trying to work up my courage to ask her out for months. Just thinking about her firm, tanned body set my pulse racing.
I walked into the locker room and heard the shower running. Now I am not some kind of voyeur, and I don't go around the locker room peeking at the other women. But this was the first time I had heard the shower running at this time of night. I usually darted home and showered in the privacy of my own bathroom. As I walked past I glanced into the showers. It was Camila.
I froze in my tracks, my eyes widened and my heart beating like a bass drum. Camila's back was to me and I had a perfect view of her tight ass. Water and soap ran down the crack between those perfect globes. She turned slightly to one side and I saw the curve of one high riding breast. Her breasts weren't large, the nipples small like the tip of my pinkie finger, but I ached to cover them with my hands and lips.
Camila turned farther to let the water rinse her back. I saw that she kept her self completely shaved. I had always wanted to be with a woman who was hairless. Now I knew that Camila was everything I was looking for.
I was lost in daydreams of my head buried between those muscular thighs when I heard a polite cough. It might as well have been a gunshot. I jumped and nearly screamed. My eyes flew up and locked with Camila's amused gaze.
"Like what you see?" She asked. Her hand moved down and I thought she was trying to cover her bare pussy. Instead her middle finger slid between the hairless lips and made small circular motions. My mouth dropped open and a flash of searing heat washed over me.
I kicked myself all the way home over what I did next. Instead of falling on my knees and worshiping this naked goddess before me, I panicked. I ran! I dashed over to my locker, grabbed my things, and raced out of the gym.
That was how I found myself tossing and turning in my bed, alone.
Reaching into my bedside table drawer I removed my newest plaything. A battery operated, strap on butterfly. I had been skeptical when I saw it in the back of a magazine, but boredom and desperation can make you do anything. I hadn't had a chance yet to try it out, but tonight was the night.
I had barely secured the harness straps when the doorbell rang, followed by a hard knocking. I contemplated pretending to be asleep, but the ringing and knocking came again and I knew that whoever was there had no intention of going away. In fact they got louder and more insistent. I began to worry they would wake my neighbors. I grabbed my robe and shoved my arms into it as I ran down the hall.
Now I have always been safety conscious, and normally I wouldn't have opened the door without checking the peephole. All I can say is that sexual frustration dulls ones instincts. Or does it heighten them?
I flung the door open ready to give whoever it was a piece of my mind. None of the scathing verbal abuses I was prepared to heap on their heads ever made it past my lips. Camila stood on my doorstep, a smug grin on her face. My mouth must have dropped open because she reached out and pushed my chin up with her knuckle.
"You left something at the gym." Camila said stepping inside.
"Wh–what?"
Camila nudged the door shut with her foot as she reached out and shoved me up against the wall. Her body pressed hard against mine, pinning me in place.
