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13 May

Sometimes a fragment of a story plants itself in my mind. Often it begins as just a few lines.

This is one of those stories.

The first few lines have been floating around my head for a good couple of months and I thought it was time to get them down on paper.

So here goes…

There was something familiar about her. In the way that she dipped her head as she brushed back a stray lock of hair, before looking up and catching his eye.

It made him ache with a strange combination of lust and longing. And guiltily he looked away.

But he couldn’t help it.

Something about her drew his gaze. And when he thought she wasn’t watching, he’d steal long, searching looks at her. Drinking in the image of her before him. Uncertain why this was so important to him.

Turning back to his newspaper, he waited as, in the corner of his vision he saw her glance up. At him?

She lowered her eyes to her book again. One delicate hand turning the pages whilst the other held the coffee mug. Not by the handle, but with her whole hand clasped around the centre, like a beggar on a cold night.

Turning away, he resolved to stare no more. The paper in front of him failing miserably to hold his attention.

Then a small tap on his shoulder. He shrugged, thinking it in his imagination but it came again and harder.

His head craned round and his breath caught in his throat. She was there, so close, so alive.

“You were staring at me!” She said in a matter of fact tone. “Why?”

He froze, uncertain how to reply. The truth of course, always the truth. But how? Simplicity is the best option she’d always said.

“You remind me of someone.”

There, all done, that wasn’t so hard was it?

He watches as her face clouds over. Her eyes shut and then open again, they glitter like rain on marble.

“I’m not her,” she says flatly. “I’m not her.”

Then she turns and walks away. Not hurrying. But firm, resolute, her spine taut and her book clasped tightly to her side.

“Wait,” he calls, “wait!”

He doesn’t expect her to stop. But she does. Doesn’t turn, doesn’t look at him, just waits. And so he continues, unwisely perhaps.

“I know you’re not her,” he mutters, “but who are you?”

“I’m me,” she replies quietly. “And that’s all you need to know.”

“Wait!” He cries again, but she’s already off, slinking into the shadows like a cat, blending in, vanishing, as if she had truly been a figment of his imagination.

A fragment of the past.


It was hot, too hot for clothes, and sweat glistened on skin as they fell onto the bed.

Their laughter echoed up through the open window as piece by piece they removed all barriers between them.

Together now, they touched, stroked. Drew lines in the moisture on their bodies and followed beads of sweat that ran down like salty tears, collecting on the sheet beneath them.

The darkness outside was soft like velvet, cocooning them in warmth and secrecy as he raised himself above her, clasping her hands above her head, their fingers intertwined.

He teased her entrance with the tip of his cock, slick and hot and wet against him.

Her nipples, raised in hard points, slid against his chest, and he heard her sharp intake of breath as he slowly pushed into her.

Watching as her eyes fell shut and her small white teeth bit softly on her lower lip, tugging slightly on the delicate skin as she struggled to remain silent.

Bending his head, he took a nipple between his lips, teasing it with his mouth, sucking slightly, enjoying the way he could feel her breath catch with each considered movement of his hips, his tongue, his teeth.

He moved slowly, in time with the wind in the trees, not rushing, not fighting for completion, just savouring the feel of her around him.

The tightness that quivered with every tug of his mouth at her breast, the soft dampness of her skin, the breathy sighs that greeted each small change of his body within hers.

A moan was plucked from her lips and he glanced up. Her eyes were wide and glassy, suffused with lust. He couldn’t look away.

He watched as the sensations flitted across her face. Each thrust causing an expression of almost pain to appear, followed instantly by a look of loss and a begging light in her eyes as she showed him she wanted more. Needed more.

His breathing was heavy too now, her slick wetness welcoming him in with each thrust and unwilling to let him go.

Her hands gripped his tightly as he watched her chest and face become flushed with pleasure. In a few more seconds it would be over…


For many nights he returned to the cafe. He sat in the corner, newspaper untouched, waiting.

And for many nights, the owner shuffled him out into the street at midnight, paper in hand, drink reheated and poured into a paper cup to keep his fingers warm as he walked.

He held it in one hand, fingers wrapped around the cardboard tube, unconsciously mimicking, or consciously perhaps. What did it matter.

It ended the same way, all warmth gone, left on the wall outside his apartment building, with him locked away inside. The sound of birds singing their morning song taunting him through the open window as he lay, staring at the ceiling. Figments and fragments and memories swirling around his head.


This was not supposed to happen!

He, who had never done an impulsive thing in his life, lured by the whimsical charms of a siren.

A siren who was currently curled with her head in his lap like a contented cat, absentmindedly stroking his thigh as they gazed up at the stars.

The night was peaceful around them, the waves lapping against the shore lulling him into relaxation.

He stroked her hair, his fingers tangling in the soft warmth as she smiled up at him, her eyes glowing green in the moonlight.

Lowering his head, he tasted her lips, their mouths teasing and withdrawing as deftly, she unfastened his trousers.

Releasing him, she ran one pointed finger up his length, making him twitch and shudder in anticipation.

He tried to reach for her, but she gave him a warning glance and he reluctantly lay back in the sand, his head pillowed on his arms, slightly raised so that he could still see her.

Dipping her head, she smiled as she tucked a stray lock of hair behind her ear, exposing her neck.

Her skin shone white in the moonlight and he watched as she poked out her tongue and licked her lips greedily. The moisture glinting on her skin.

Again, she stroked him from base to tip, tip to base, with just the lightest pressure, watching him tense and squirm beneath her touch.

When her tongue replaced her finger he sucked in a deep breath, his hips unconsciously thrusting up to meet her mouth.

He watched helplessly as she lapped away the small bead of moisture forming at the tip and then took him deep into her mouth, tilting her head to one side and brushing her hair back over her shoulder.

He groaned as he watched her eyes fall shut and she lightly gripped him around the base of his shaft. Soft vibrations flowed from her throat as she moved up and down, sending shivers through his body.

She sucked gently and he dug his nails into the palm of his hands, willing himself to stay still, scared that if he moved this would end…


She was waiting for him as he placed the cooling coffee cup on the wall outside his apartment building.

“Who am I?” She whispered into the night air.

“I don’t know,” he replied wearily.

“But you want to.”

She stated it bluntly, as if it was a forgone conclusion.

“Yes,” he answered. “And you want it too.”

He didn’t know where the words had come from. Somewhere deep inside perhaps, a place of secrets and memories. The place that knowledge is stored.

Stepping out of the shadows, she raised her head, staring at him unafraid.

Her green eyes sparkled with mischief in the light of the street lamp and her pale skin glowed.

“Come then,” she said calmly. “We have a lot of learning to do.”


“Everything ends,” he whispered, as they lay entwined, the sweat drying on their skin.

“Do you really believe that?” She asked, pushing her hair back from her face to look up at him.

Looking down at her, he sighed.

“What other explanation could there be?”

“None, of course,” she replied breezily, “don’t know what I was thinking of.”

But he wondered, what if she was right. What then?


Miss me?

28 Nov

The more observant amongst you may have noticed I’ve been rather quiet lately.

So just for you, here’s a little story… I hope you enjoy it 🙂

Smoothing down her dress she opened the door. There he stood, a slight smile on his face as he looked her up and down approvingly.

Dropping his laptop and bag on the floor he wound his arms tightly around her waist and pulled her tightly against him. His sigh of relief echoing her own as she rested her head in the crook of his neck.

Lacing her fingers behind his neck, she tilted her head for a kiss and he willingly obliged. His lips and tongue teasing hers, pressing close and then pulling away until with a grin she sucked his lower lip into her mouth and caught it tight between her teeth.

Groaning, partly in pleasure, partly in protest, he squeezed her more tightly, his body pressed hard against hers so that she could feel his growing arousal.

With a moan she let go of his lip, kissing him hard as she stretched to be closer, her height in her stockinged feet no match for his.

His hands slid down her waist to the hem of her short dress, pushing it up to expose her stockings and suspender belt until they touched bare skin.

Pushing her backwards they stumbled into the kitchen until her backside hit against the cupboard and effortlessly he lifted her up until she sat on the edge of the counter top.

Winding her legs around his waist she pulled him close, feeling the bulge of his arousal press against the damp gusset of her panties.

Reaching up she tore impatiently at the buttons of his shirt, tugging it off and tossing it carelessly in the corner as she rested her head once more on his shoulder.

Taking a deep breath she inhaled the scent of him, warm and masculine. The rough hair on his chest rubbing against her hot cheek as he dropped quick kisses on her forehead, her cheeks, her nose.

Grabbing his head she tried to force his mouth to hers as he teased her, resisting her attempts to capture him. One hand slid between her legs, running over her wet lips before he plunged two fingers deep inside her.

The sudden fullness made her moan and arch her back, unprepared for this invasion and he took advantage, using his other hand to yank her dress over her head.

Exposed to his gaze she suddenly felt shy, her eyes falling closed as he bent to take her hard nipple between his teeth and tug gently at it through the thin lace of her bra.

She gripped tightly to the edge of the counter as he began to work his fingers slowly in and out, twisting his wrist slightly so that the heel of his hand rubbed against her sensitive clitoris with each movement.

Moaning softly she fell back, her hips writhing against him as she struggled to undo his belt, her fingers rubbing over his hardness through his trousers whilst she fumbled with the zip until his trousers dropped in a heap around his ankles.

Kicking them off along with his shoes he tugged her towards the edge of the counter. Gently lowering her until her feet unsteadily hit the floor and she was sandwiched between his hard body and the kitchen cabinets.

Kissing her hard he turned her until she was bent over the worktop, her breasts pressed against the cold laminate. Then he slowly entered her from behind.

With one hand on her hip and the other twisted in her hair for leverage he began to thrust roughly into her, tugging her head up and pushing her shoulders down.

Moaning she gripped hard onto the edge of the counter, pushing back against him as their hips slammed together, each impact drawing a slow groan from him as he buried himself deep inside her before withdrawing fully and ramming back into her.

Increasing his pace, he let his fingers creep round to rub over her clit as he continued thrusting. Feeling her begin to tighten around him he let go of her hair to pinch her nipple, his fingers working both of her sensitive spots as he felt his orgasm begin to build.

Her soft breathy cries as she pushed back against him were followed by a long drawn out moan then he felt her convulse around him, her inner muscles gripping him tightly as he thrust into her hard.

A groan escaped his lips as his orgasm hit him, her muscles still milking him as his thrusts slowed and he leant down to kiss the back of her neck.

Turning her head she looked up and kissed him hard on the mouth.

“Hi,” she said with a smile. “Miss me?”

Abstinence makes the heart grow fonder

10 Oct

They met in the hotel bar. She in a tight black dress that clung to her curves, him still in his work gear. Smart of course, he wouldn’t have been allowed in otherwise, but nothing special, just a shirt, a tie.

She was working of course, she was always working, the hotel was just one of the perks of the job. He was there for her.

He sat at the bar, drink in hand, and watched as she bent over towards the barman to make her order.

He saw the guys eyes widen as his gaze dropped down to her cleavage before she stood again, waiting.

The barman rushed off to make her a drink, waving away her money with a wink. He already hated that guy. Jealousy was a bitch.

Tonight she was a bitch as well, barely glancing his way as she downed her drink in one and sauntered past him to the exit, hips swaying seductively.

It took him a good second or two to notice the room key she’d dropped in his lap. Room 216, second floor.

Leaving his drink untouched, he made his leisurely way to the lift. Didn’t pay to look too keen for the ladies. No one likes a pushover.

The lift door slid open as he approached and there she was, waiting. A hand on one hip and a mocking look in her eye. She’d known he’d come after her.

The second floor button was already lit as he stepped into the cage. Wary now like Daniel amongst the lions. There was only one of her, mind, but the look in her eyes told him she’d eat him whole given the chance.

He didn’t give her the chance.

Before the doors had even closed he had her pressed up against the wall, hands pinned above her head, legs wrapped round his waist. If he let her go she’d have her claws in his back and her mouth wrapped round his cock in seconds.

It was not a risk he was prepared to take tonight.

Her mouth devoured his as the lift rose to its destination, her lips clinging to his like a starving man with his first meal. It had been almost half a year and she was hungry. Hungry for him.

Her arms snaked around his neck as they exited the lift, her legs still wound around his waist.

The hotel room was empty, generic, same as every hotel room the world over despite its inflated prices.

The zip of her dress he undid as he walked, flinging her off him and onto the bed, the dress still held tightly in his hands. It tore, of course it did, but that wasn’t important.

Splayed on the bed, naked but for heels and stockings, the temptress looked up at him with an amused gleam in her eye. Waiting.

With a snort of impatience, he ripped off his tie. The shirt he pulled over his head, not bothering with the buttons. His trousers fell where they lay and were kicked to one side with his shoes. This was no time for slow and tender.

She dug her talons into his shoulders and he peeled them off, holding her hands above her head as he entered her without finesse. The waiting was over.

Her eyes widened as he buried himself in her and paused, looking deep into her eyes. Asking questions he can’t speak for fear of the answer.

Is she still his?

A shiver runs through him as she holds his gaze and whispers softly.


They rut like animals, hard and fast and loud. Both racing to the finish line.

The time for tender is later. Now is urgent, desperate, both doing everything in their power to force the other to come first.

He whispers dirty nothing’s in her ear as he thrusts, things he’d like to do to her, memories of things they’ve already done.

She moans, whispers filthy thoughts back at him, images of her lips wrapped around his cock, fuck me, fuck me harder. She tenses her internal muscles, squeezing and releasing him until he groans.

In response he changes the angle, pushing her knees up against his chest, her ankles draped over his shoulders in that position he knows she likes best.

Well best for now at least. Given that he’s stronger than her and she can’t roll on top.

He thrusts, she purrs, he groans she bites. In the end both are the victor, or neither, her orgasm triggering his as he pumps her full of cum.

Sated, temporarily, they lay entwined on the cover. Before lust takes over and they begin again. Slower this time, after all, they have all night.

Sinful Desires

30 Sep

You may recall last week I was particularly excited about a new story I’d started.

Well, it’s finished 🙂

Although when I say finished, it’s rather turned into a bit of a series, this is only the first installment with at least two more to follow.

These aren’t full length novels, but they are a lot longer than my shorter, short stories, around 9000 words each, and for today only, I have placed the first in the series – Teasing Sarah – on Smashwords using their “pay what it’s worth” option.

This means for those of you who have yet to read one of my stories (or who don’t usually use Smashwords) that you are able to download for free, or pay what you think it’s worth, anything from $0.01 upwards.

It’s available in most formats, from Kindle to PDF and everything in between, so why not take a look.

Also for the one or two of you who haven’t got my short story collection – Exposed by Desire 2 – and I know that most of you already have so apologies for the shameless plug – this is free via the Amazon Kindle store for the remainder of the day. Search for “Exposed by Desire 2” or use one of the links below.

US linky

UK linky

But enough of the promotion, what you really want to know is what happens in the new book, and why has it become a series right?

In Book One we meet Sarah and Nick. They started talking online and this is their first meeting. Sarah is understandably nervous so it’s just as well Nick is the confident type. And did I mention he’s a little kinky as well?

Sarah soon finds this out when five minutes after meeting him she finds herself handcuffed and blindfolded!

Things are going well, the sex is as amazing as he’d promised, but then Sarah hears the bedroom door opening and someone else walks in…

I’ll leave you to find the rest out for yourselves but I have to say this was one of the hottest stories I’ve ever had the pleasure of writing.

But why a series, I hear you cry?

Well, because I’m not quite done with Sarah and Nick just yet. And of course don’t forget the mysterious third person. They have quite an idea in the second book and decide to pay Nick back for his teasing, with Sarah’s help of course.

That’s all I’m telling you for the moment, but suffice to say I’m absolutely in love with these characters already and I hope you like them as much as I do. I shall post a teaser of the next story as soon as I’ve written it so keep an eye out, you don’t want to miss it, I promise.

As always, comments, criticism and reviews are always welcome. And if you don’t already follow me on twitter why not come along and join in the fun, you can find me at

Today is a good day!

19 Sep

Wow! I decided that after the success of my first ever free book promo on Amazon I would run another. It went active at 9am this morning and as I type (10:46am), downloads are already in the three figure mark!

This makes me happy 🙂

If you haven’t already downloaded a copy, here’s the linky:

UK: Exposed by Desire 2

US: Exposed by Desire 2

Now I know that not all of you have Kindles or iPhones or iPads and so free ebooks on Amazon are just a kick in the teeth really, why should they get something you can’t huh? So I started playing around on Smashwords looking for a way to reward all of you guys who read my blog and follow my Twitter, my ‘fans’ as it were, and I found something great!

Smashwords, if you’ve never used it, is a site where you can buy ebooks in a variety of formats for different ereaders, kindles, nooks, you can even download PDFs to read on your computer or print out if you struggle reading on screen. It really is a fanatastic site. But what I found makes it even better (apologies for my excitement, I’m easily pleased).

On Smashwords, you can generate vouchers! Yup, that’s right, I can give you a code that you can type in when you purchase to give you lots of yummy discounts.


Just for you lovely lot, I’ve created two coupons for my two other collections of short stories. Now, not only will you be able to download in any format, but you’ll also be getting something that you can’t get on Amazon.

For a whole month, that’s right, until the 19th of October, you can use the following codes:

VD54T will get you almost 70% off the list price of Bound by Lust making it just $0.99/£0.77!

And even better still….

XG75L will get you 100% off the list price of Exposed by Desire 1

That’s right guys, that last one is ABSOLUTELY FREE for a month.

So please, take a look, read, enjoy, and if you want to make my day how about leaving a review. Maybe I’ll even have a treat waiting for you if you do 😉

Lexi x

Well hello again

17 Sep

First off, apologies for my absence recently, unfortunately work took priority but I’m back now and boy have I had some fun today.

Yes, yes, I’ve been writing and this story is hot (in my opinion anyway). It has all of my favourite things, a sexy, dominant guy, handcuffs, teasing, tension and a new favourite fantasy of mine, the addition of a second woman. I blame a combination of writing Jemma’s Dilemma and a rather interesting conversation with a friend that left me all hot and bothered afterwards.

I never thought I had any interest in women before that conversation and I certainly don’t have any experience so any errors in the final story are most definitely mine. I anticipate the story being finished either late tonight or early tomorrow morning, but for now, here’s a tiny teaser to get you all worked up for what’s to come…

Enjoy 🙂

And, as always, I welcome any comments, criticisms or suggestions.


Standing on the unfamiliar train platform, Sarah looked around nervously. She wasn’t sure what worried her more, that he wouldn’t be here and her trip would be wasted, or that he was here, waiting for her now, watching.

Had he seen her already? The platform was emptying rapidly as people pushed their way through the ticket barriers and the wind from the departing train whipped her long dark hair around her face as she pulled out her phone. No going back now.

Sending a quick text to ask where he was, she turned, shoving her phone back into her bag as she scanned the passengers on the opposite platform. What if he’d taken one look at her and decided he’d made a mistake? She hadn’t wanted to look like she’d made too much effort so she was just wearing the minimum of make up, mascara, eye shadow, lip gloss. She’d umm’d and ahh’d over clothing before deciding to go for something pretty but casual, a shortish, flowery dress with leggings and ballet pumps, luckily the weather was still warm enough to get away without wearing a jacket.

A train pulled into the opposite platform, carrying off the rest of the passengers and she sighed in disappointment. Her phone remained resolutely silent. He wasn’t coming.

Crumpling her ticket in her hand she made her way down the stairs to the tunnel linking the two platforms. Oh well, plenty more fish and all that rubbish.

A train rumbled into the station above and the lights flickered slightly, making the dark dinginess of the tunnel seem even more depressing. The passengers from the arriving train pushed down the stairs in front of her and she stood by to let them pass, checking her phone one more time, just in case she’d missed something but there was nothing. Taking a deep breath she dropped her phone back in her bag, the crush of people easing now as the tunnel cleared. Maybe he hadn’t got her text. Should she call him, or would that make her seem desperate?

She was still trying to make up her mind when she felt a hard, male body press against her from behind and a voice spoke softly in her ear.

“Hi,” he whispered, “sorry I’m late.”

Smiling, she turned and looked up at him. He was exactly like his pictures, short brown hair, blue eyes and the naughtiest of grins, although she could see he was trying (and failing) to look apologetic.

“I thought you weren’t coming,” she said breathlessly, then mentally kicked herself. Great opening line Sarah, just great. “I mean, you didn’t answer my text or anything so…”

“Shh,” he murmured, reaching out to take her hand in his. She held her breath, her gaze drawn to his mouth. They were so close they were almost touching. Would he kiss her? Unconsciously she began to lean forward, tipping her head up and closing her eyes as his lips descended.

The first touch was gentle, almost tentative, as if he wasn’t quite certain of her reaction. She liked that, like that he wasn’t presuming anything despite their earlier conversations and she stepped closer, his hand still holding hers between their bodies. Tilting her head she kissed him back, lips touching then withdrawing, teasing him. His free hand came up to wind through her hair, holding her still so that he could kiss her properly, nipping lightly at her lower lip before he pulled away, her breathing slightly unsteady as she stared up at him expectantly.

The sudden click of something cold and hard fastening around her right wrist made her look down sharply and step back as it was followed by a similar sensation around her left wrist. Raising her arms bemusedly she stared down at the handcuffs he’d bound her with, looking at him questioningly.

“Do you want me to take them off?” he asked, his tone carefully emotionless as he waited for her reply. Sarah knew she should be scared, she should be utterly freaked and demanding he take them off now. Then she should get straight on that train home and forget this ever happened. But something stopped her.

Curiously she tugged at the cuffs, testing them. They were tight, tight enough that she wouldn’t be able to escape without the key he was currently dangling on a chain from his index finger, but she could still twist her hands within them.

The cold steel felt heavy against her skin and she felt a shiver of excitement snake up her spine as she imagined what it would feel like to be completely helpless, a slave to his will, unable to stop him doing whatever he desired with her.

Her nipples tightening involuntarily at the thought of being tied to his bed, his hands roaming over her body, bringing her to orgasm over and over with no way for her to stop him. Damn it! Fifty Shades had a lot to answer for!

A present. Cos I’m nice like that ;)

6 Sep

As you’ve all been so patient in waiting for my various bits and bobs to post on Literotica, and also to reward all you lovely people who downloaded my ebook last weekend I have a special treat for you.

The following story has been posted to Literotica and will show in a day or three but just for you, I’m going to post it here as well in its entirety. No teasers, no little excerpts, the whole damn lot.

Enjoy x

A late night workout

The gym was deserted at this time of night, even the staff had vanished with nothing for them to do.

He’d come down with some vague idea of improving his muscle tone but sitting on a machine yanking weights on strings was boring at best and now that the televisions and music had been switched off he was seriously considering going home.

The only noise in the place was the swoosh/clang of the weights machine and the rhythmic thumping of some other poor idiot on the running machine round the corner. Fuck it. Even sitting at home alone would be less boring than this.

Grabbing his towel he made his way to the showers, noting on his way past that the other inmate of this madhouse happened to be a rather nicely proportioned brunette, whose skimpy shorts and crop top left very little to the imagination.

He hesitated for a second before continuing towards the changing room. Even the thought of watching her tits bobbing up and down as she ran wasn’t enough to persuade him to spend time on the cardio machines and standing there ogling her would only get him a slap if he was caught. Especially with the growing bulge in his shorts.

The door to the changing room stood open and he hurried through before she could see him, dragging off his sweaty clothes and throwing them on the bench in disgust. He needed to get out more if the sight of a pair of bouncing boobies was enough to bring him to attention!

Twisting the dial on the shower he stepped under the weak spray and closed his eyes, squeezing out some shower gel and lathering up his short hair. It seemed to be taking and age to rinse and he tapped his foot impatiently then froze at the sound of someone clearing their throat.

Frantically trying to wipe soap from his eyes he squinted then rubbed his eyes again. This wasn’t happening!

Standing in front of him was the running girl. Oh god, had he walked into the women’s showers by mistake? Blinking again he struggled to think of something to say but she got there first.

“That for me?” she asked with an evil grin, looking down at his rapidly hardening cock.

Shit! That was bad. That was very bad. Dropping his hands to cover the offending member he tried to think of something non arousing but his brain refused to comply.

“Umm…” he stuttered nervously, “well.. you know…”

She didn’t give him a chance to finish his sentence, batting his hands away and staring at him with a naughty gleam in her eye.

“That’s what I thought.”

Shocked, he watched as she dropped to her knees and hungrily swallowed his cock, one hand coming up to squeeze the base of his shaft, the other lightly tugging and caressing his balls.

He groaned, he knew he should tell her to stop but her mouth was hot and tight and wet around his throbbing length. It felt so wrong but so good at the same time.

She was moaning as her head bobbed greedily up and down on his cock, the water from the shower still streaming down and soaking through her flimsy clothing, moulding it tight to her body.

Her hair was plastered to her skin as she looked up and caught his eye sucking hard as she held his gaze, water dripping down over her nose and chin. He couldn’t help but think of what she’d look like with something else dripping off that gorgeous face and she smirked as if she’d read his thoughts.

Raking her teeth almost painfully up the bottom of his shaft she rocked back on her heels before wrapping her fist around him, sucking just the tip of him back into her mouth as she pumped him with her hand.

His cock hardened even more at the direction his thoughts were taking and he put out both hands to brace himself on the slippery shower walls, his breathing heavy now as her hands and mouth continued their work.

She moaned as she felt him twitching and stiffening against her tongue and that was it, he was gone, his cock shooting sticky ropes of cum over her face and into her open mouth, her tongue darting out to catch more of it as his cock jerked uncontrollably.

She caught his eye and winked, sticking out her tongue to show him what she’d caught before swallowing it down in one gulp and licking her lips.

Kneeling there for just a second longer he took in the sight of her, soaking wet, cum dripping from her face and chin down to her breasts in their tight crop top. Then with a smirk and a quick kiss pressed onto the tip of his cock she stood and, without a word sauntered carelessly out of the changing room door.

Taking a deep, calming breath, he finished his shower and dressed in his street clothes, his mind still a little bemused at what had just happened.

As he stepped out of the changing room he heard the rhythmic sound of someone running. There she was on the machine again, looking as if nothing had happened, the only giveaway the slight dampness of her hair.

Catching his eye in the mirror she winked then turned back to her running. Her breasts bouncing enticingly with each step.

Shaking his head he walked out into the street. Perhaps he should go to the gym more often.