“Mmm,” I heard a deep feminine almost sensual moan as I stepped into one of the employee only showers. Taking off my g-string, I stood against the hard boiling streams of water for a few moments, never saying a word, never making a sound as the scorching streams rained over the sharp rounds of my body. The stress of the night quickly fading away as small pleasures, small intense torrents of elation began to wash over me, forcing my mind play back the hours earlier that night.

The recollection of all the horny, drunken, perverted men gawking over my body as I danced practically naked around them, the firm rounds of my breasts crushing against my chest, as they placed their bills into panties. Their fingers brushing across the hard rounds of my ass, while at the same time getting a slight glimpse of the tight blond covered prize between my thighs.

The taut inferno of heat and pleasure they would never know, yet dream about in the arms of the wives, their lovers that very night.

“Hmm,” I sighed as I ran the tips of my fingers over my hot, naked flesh, remembering the eyes of each man gazing at me, the intense desires of sex captivating my senses, “I so need to get fucked,” I thought, visions of scantily clad men running rampant through my mind, quickly arousing my senses.

“Mmmmmmmmm…,” I heard the deep, drawn out moan again, waking me from my thoughts as I turned my back towards the shower, gazing half way into the other stall, I could see the curled toes of the woman’s feet as she sat on the floor.

“Feels good after a long hard night in front of all those perverts, doesn’t it?” I asked only to see her feet suddenly freeze.

“Odd,” I thought as I gazed a little further into her stall, again seeing her feet through the steamy haze. Taking another step, my eye roamed further into her stall, allowing me to see more of her body as her sculpted tan thighs came into view. “I said…,” I paused for a moment and listened closely in her direction, hoping she hadn’t fallen or slipped on the wet floor around her. Yet heard nothing more than the streams of water smacking against the surface all around me, “It feels good after a hard night, doesn’t it?” I asked raising my voice as I took another step closer towards her stall, my head only inches from the entryway as I made out the rest of her extravagant body.

Through the steamy haze, I could see she was resting against the wall just under the shower, the dark blond strands of her hair, draping down across the rounds of her breasts hiding one of her perky hardened nipples from my view. Her legs slightly widened as the movable extension of the showerhead pressed deeply between her inner thighs, hot streams of water spraying firmly across her dark blond opening and clitoris as she drove the tips of her fingers deeply inside her bright pink pussy, her eyes suddenly locked almost shamefully into mine.