Poolside Predator: My Raw Shower Confession

Chlorine stings my nose. Pool empty, no kids screaming. Perfect hunt. Eighty lengths burned my muscles raw. Heart hammers from the sprint. Legs wobble as I grab my bag. Water beads on shaved skin, every inch sculpted, earned. No mercy in the water. Reward waits in the showers.

Mixed douches gleam wet. No men. Rule one. One or two women max. Three’s trouble. Hear giggles echo. Two girls. Brunette and blonde. Hearts races faster. Cock twitches in my speedo. Anticipation coils tight in my gut. Danger sparks it hotter. They don’t know I’m here. That’s the thrill.

The Fever Ignites

I strip slow. Speedo peels off. Erect cock springs free, veins pulsing. Smooth as marble, no hair to hide. They install under jets. Towels hook up. Shampoo foams. Brunette bends, ass cheeks part slightly. Blonde lathers hair, blind. I grip my shaft. Slow strokes. Pre-cum slicks my palm. Eyes locked on them. Unknown if they’ll turn. Risk burns my veins.

Blonde rinses foam from eyes. Spots me first. Shrill squeal pierces steam. “What the fuck?” Brunette spins, mouth agape, eyes bulge. Hands fly to her face, fingers splayed wide. Peeking slut. They freeze. Water pounds their skin. My fist pumps faster. Heart thunders in ears. Their stares devour me. Red heat floods my vision.

Blonde’s cheeks flame crimson. Brunette whispers, horrified, hooked. I swell harder under their gaze. Grip tightens. Stroke vicious now. Balls tighten, ache deep. Sweat mixes with shower spray. Muscles cramp from lengths, but pleasure overrides. Urgency claws my chest. They gawk, transfixed. One shifts, thighs clench. Feeding their shock fuels mine.

The Savage Blaze

Explosion builds. Savage. Unstoppable. Cock throbs wild in my fist. Their eyes widen more. Blonde gasps, covers mouth. Brunette bites lip. I grunt low, hips buck. Cum erupts. Thick ropes splatter tiles. Pulse after pulse. Legs shake. Vision blurs red. They watch every jet. Pleasure devours me whole. Raw, total surrender.

Hot spurts slow. Cock softens, spent. Shame? No. Triumph pulses in veins. Skin still burns electric. They stammer, back away slow. One grabs towel, flees. Other lingers, steals last glance. I rinse quick, soap suds hide the mess. Heart slows to thud. Grab bag, bolt to cabin. Dress fast. Suit and tie armor me.

Outside, sun hits cool. Body hums aftermath. Replay their faces in mind. That squeal. Wide eyes. Rougeurs blooming. Cock stirs again. No recognition possible. I’m ghost. Pool fades behind. But summer looms, kids invade. New hunt calls. Office. Pics prepped. They’ll see me projected. Deloraine’s thighs spread wide in fantasy. Watch glints. Caught? Worth it. Ashes smolder for next fire.