Bike ride
I went straight from work to the gym, hoping to work off some of my
frustrations. I got changed and made a beeline for my bike. I must have
been pedaling at 50 miles per hour because Brian came over and tapped me on
the arm, hard. “Take it easy,” he mouthed, knowing that I had the
headphones turned up loud. I nodded a “yeah, sure” in his direction and
picked up the pace again.
I wore myself out, and by the time I got to my locker, I was about ready
to fall over. I planted a foot on the bench to get my leg dry, hoping I had
enough energy to make the drive home. I toweled quickly, and then heard
sopping footsteps behind me. They seemed to walk past, but then I heard it:
“Excuse me–my locker’s just down this way.” The hand gripped my waist, and
once again, this stranger’s body slid behind me. I must have been a little
further out in the aisle this time, because he had to push into me pretty
hard to get past. When he got halfway through, I lost my balance and
started to tip over. Another powerful hand took hold of my waist on the
other side, steadying me, and only after I regained my balance did I notice
that I had a cock pressed hard into the crack of my ass. He held me there
for a few seconds to make sure I was balanced, and I could have sworn I
felt him press his groin into me. His hands squeezed my waist tight, and
his cock twitched inside my split. But once again, by the time I knew what
was happening, he was already by me, that brief period of slow motion gone.
