Bathhouse - Sex Stories

Bathhouse

Sam paced around the bathhouse changing rooms. His boots squeaked on the white tiled floor he had polished barely an hour ago. He looked across the room toward his tormentor; Rose stood at the main entrance door smirking at his obvious unrest. She calmly readjusted her tight purple button up, undoing one of the top buttons in the process. "It’s not that bad sweetie; the worst is yet to come!" She giggled and approached him with outstretched arms. He groaned and shook his head, he couldn’t believe this woman! Without him realising she had been slipping a diuretic into his drinks causing his body to produce more piss than usual, just to see him struggle to work with the toilets locked. The tingle in his crotch that usually alerted him to head for a toilet was starting to annoy him; it wasn’t too strong it was just persistent, much like its administrator! "Why did you do this to me?" He mumbled and continued pacing, his back to the woman as he tried to ignore both his own body and Rose as she drew closer to him. She shrugged, "I’ve been watching you all evening..." she gently trailed her hands down his bare arms from behind, "...muscles working under your shirt..." her hands reached round and slowly unbuttoned his sleeveless denim shirt, her face so close to his neck that Sam shivered. For a second the image of Rose seductively kissing his body flitted through his mind before being burnt out by the sudden clenching of his bladder. Rose continued to stroke his chest and whisper ...

... about his rippling muscles and handsomeness but he was barely paying attention. The tingle was becoming a burn, lower and lower in his abdomen. "Rose, stop. I need to pee." She giggled. "Well seeing as the toilets are out of bounds. I guess you’ll have to use me instead!" She chirruped happily, running from him to sit on one of the wooden benches in the centre of the room. Sam stopped pacing. Images of him pissing in a corner had come to mind several times already but he was reluctant to dirty a clean floor this close to the end of his shift. He wasn’t instantly put off by her preposition, the owner’s daughter was a beautiful lady who had been so kind to him in his first few days... and it had been a long time since he had fucked... maybe he would get to fuck her properly if he agreed? His cock twitched at the thought and momentarily thoughts of fucking Rose replaced his desperate urge to pee. The burning intensified after the twitching of his groan had ceased and he took a step towards Rose who was now lounging on the bench and grinning. A few steps from her, she giggled again. "How bad is it? Does it hurt yet?" The smile on her face was horny not malicious and Sam felt another painful twitch. He stopped and clenched his knees together, hands instinctively going to his crotch. The burn was moving, pushing towards his cock every time it twitched in arousal. Rose sat up on the bench and spread her legs, lifting her skirt just enough for the hunched Sam to see her glistening ...