Standing in the Purple Rain - Sex Stories

Standing in the Purple Rain

... me was fierce and I immediately felt my cock getting hard, trapped down the leg of my bathing suit. I needed to do a few more laps before I could get out, and besides I needed ten more to complete my work-out. I turned, pushed off from the wall and headed to the other end. Swimming laps is a highly regimented and often monotonous activity!

I went into the change room, entered one of the shower stalls and slipped out of my suit. I absentmindedly went through my morning routine… shampooed my hair and rinsed and then rubbed in some conditioner. I pumped some bodywash into my hand and massaged it all over my body and then rinsed off completely.

I felt an ache just behind my balls, which is the first sign I am horny and I thought of her swimming ahead of me. I pumped some more body wash into my hand and spread it all over my cock and balls and in the crack of my ass. Using the soap as a lubricant, it wasn’t long before I was completely hard.

I slowly stroked my cock, pulling back the foreskin with each stroke. I cupped my balls with my other hand and pressed my finger onto the sensitive spot between my balls and my dark star. I stroked slowly while rolling my balls between my fingers. The soap made everything so slippery and the surrounding steam added to the mood. I closed my eyes and remembered the sight of her sexy body in the pool and the noticeable mound between her legs covered by her suit. I could feel the initial signs of orgasm and so I slowed down and loosened ...

... my grip, so as to prolong the pleasure I was feeling and delay orgasm. I switched my hand to making a “cage” with my fingers and thumb and caressed just the head by squeezing it as I pulled up. With the warm, wet soap, it simulated being sucked. I revelled in the feeling of getting close but not going over the edge. I slid my finger over the slit at the end of my cock as a tongue would during fellatio. It all felt so good and my whole body tingled with pleasure.

As I age, the drive to orgasm has been somewhat replaced by wanting to linger in the pleasure that leads to orgasm. There was a time when I could cum 3 or 4 times in a day but I was in a different stage as I approached fifty!

I stopped touching myself and let my cock slowly return to its flaccid state. I let the warm water rinse away the soap, lifting my sac so it ran between my legs. I turned around with my back to the shower nozzle and let the hard spray massage my back and stood so it focussed on the top of my ass crack. I spread my cheeks and felt the water run down my crack and tease my hole.

Then I dried off, got dressed, packed my bag and headed to the exit.

A car was parked near the entrance and as I made to walk in front of it, the passenger window rolled down and she was looking out at me. I walked over and bent into the open window.

“I think I was a little rude in there. Can I buy you a coffee and maybe we can chat?”

“Yeah, sure. I’d like that.” I threw my bag into the back and buckled up. ...