Midnight Signal

I love going to the pool in the evening. I swim 20, 30, sometimes even 40 lengths. It feels so good gliding through the water. then I come out grab my towel and head to the sauna. I lie on the bench and stretch out. That is of course if there aren't many people there. And tonight it was empty -- at least for the first few minutes.

I was lying on my back, knees up and with my eyes closed, just luxuriating in the heat, when I heard the door open and sensed someone coming in to join me. I knew there was plenty of space so I had no need to move and didn't even open my eyes.

I always keep my swimsuit on in the sauna. Mostly, i wear my black one piece which is both modest and a bit sexy with its scooped back and high cut over my rather cute ass. I am very aware of the guys looking at me and here at the gym, the trainers and the pool attendants are never slow to pay attention. i appreciate the admiring looks, but ignore them and tonight, my mind was elsewhere, thinking about a tricky project at work, so it was a few minutes before I cracked open my eyes to see who had joined me. I recognised him at once as one of the personal trainers - as luck would have it, the one I think is cutest. Toned, but not too muscular, blonde hair blue eyes. Probably no more than 20 years old, so 5 years or so younger than me. Turning my head a little, I realised he was naked. That wasn't unusual -- in fact it was true of most of the men who come in here and it is why I generally visit the gym quite late, after the older guys have left. Perhaps they think I find them sexy-- dream on, you losers.

Well,I must admit that the idea of this guy being naked was not offensive - and anyway, he was lying on the bench above mine so I couldn't see anything in any way intimate. I stopped looking. However, it did distract me from thinking about work - and I'm not sure which of us moved, but I became conscious that somehow my knee was touching his leg. And the thing is, I did nothing about it. I just lay there wondering what might happen next.

Looking back, I should have left, or at least pulled away. But I didn't. And when I felt his fingers lightly brushing my knee, I didn't react. Stupid girl. I guess he must have sat up because his hand moved down, very slowly, tentatively, clearly testing whether I'd react. And I let him do it, almost down to my crotch. It was turning me on.

God knows what I was thinking. I didn't let him touch me - instead, I lowered my knees and sat up, turning my face towards him. And finding myself staring straight at his half-erect penis. What a crazy moment. I looked up to his face, his blue eyes, a half smile... and I reached out and touched it. Not his face, his penis. I held it, felt it growing. I opened my mouth to speak, but no sound came out. And then he was turning, swivelling his legs so they came down either side of me and he shuffled forward. It was there, inches away. And I just leaned forward and took it into my mouth. I had one hand on the base and with the other I was stroking his balls. Then I started sucking, working my mouth up and down his shaft.

He slid further forward, spreading his legs wider so that I could access more easily. I let my hand slide down, somehow knowing he wanted me to finger his asshole. He shuddered and arched, I knew he was going to cum. And even then I didn't pull away. I had this devil in me, this urge to be in control, to make him cum so fast, so easy. And he did. In my mouth. And I swallowed.

Only then did I find my voice. There was no romance in me. I'd had my fun and it was important that he knew this meant nothing. So I looked at him and told him exactly that. And just be clear, I also told him that if he ever mentioned what had happened, I'd say he touched me inappropriately.

That was my second big mistake. Because I heard the door open and glancing round found three of his colleagues coming in, broad grins on their faces. With a sense of panic, I realised the gym must have closed. But that was nothing compared to what happened next. Because he told me they'd been standing outside, watching. 'So the thing is, I've got witnesses and you have... precisely nothing'.

That's when they told me to strip. I could either do it voluntarily or they'd help me. 'And if we have to help you, you can be sure of plenty more. But do as we say, and you will get off lightly. You see, we don't want any evidence. So strip.'

I did. There wasn't much point in trying to cover myself. They'd only have held my arms apart. So I stood there. It was hot in the sauna. I didn't complain when they led me out. They put me in the shower, soaped me, I felt hands all over me. One held my arms up, so others had free rein. Someone made admiring comments about my shaved pussy. Actually, I've had laser treatment, but I didn't put him right. Then they brought me over to a bench, sat me down. And they dropped their shorts. It wasn't hard to guess what was coming next. 'Our turn. And make it like with him.'

There was nothing I could do - beyond trying to make it quick. So I followed instructions. Knelt down. Cock in mouth. Hand touching balls, ass. Sucking. Feeling them grow hard. Sensing the approaching orgasm. Working hard to speed things along. One after the other. Swallowing.

It hadn't taken long. I guess I'm pretty good at giving head - a natural, since it's definitely not through practice. You just need to sense what works, the areas of sensitivity, the different levels of pressure. In my limited experience, each man is a little different, but you can quickly get a sense of what turns them on.

I stood up, thinking we were finished. But someone reached around me from behind and someone else grabbed my legs, lifting me, putting me onto the bench. They held my arms above my head, spread me open. Someone had fetched some hand cream and they started to apply it to my pussy, rubbing my clitoris. I could see their heads clustered above me, all focused on the frigging, eyes darting from my open cunt up to my face, to see what effect it was having. I closed my eyes. Should I fight and try to resist, or give in, get this over with. I knew full well that there would be a point where my body would react, whether I wanted it to or not, so what was the point in holding back? Eyes closed, I let myself ride the fingers, pushing against them and rising up to match their rhythm.

One of them started to caress my breasts, tease my nipples. I knew they'd grown hard. My stomach muscles tensed. I could feel an orgasm building. It didn't take long before it broke and all I could do was bite my bottom lip to stifle my moans and limit the satisfaction they clearly felt in making me come.

They took me back to the shower. Cleaned off where I'd dribbled semen over my breasts. Touching me again. Everywhere. But never penetrating. Taking care to leave no marks. Handing me a towel.

And now I'm home. And I'm fucking frigging myself. What the hell.