His hands fell back to my ass and he started pushing me in deeper down his throat. It felt amazing as his other hand ran up the inside of my thigh. I told him that he had to stop. I had just gotten there. I wasn’t ready to shoot off just yet. Plus, I was secretly hoping for some BBC.
I left this room and took off for the 2nd level. For the next 20 minutes I basically tried to figure out where in the hell to go. This place is huge!
I looked around the 2nd floor, and had a couple of gropes as I walked. Even though, I didn’t see any men I was interested in the entire experience was a real turn on for me. I finally found the steam room, hot tub, and showers they were all on the first floor. The shower is open and positioned below everything else so men walking between the steam room and hot tub can look down into the shower.
I hung my towel on the rack and entered the steam room.
It was warm and cloudy with a heavy mist of steam. My mind was already cloudy. This only added to the kink. I knew some hot cock was going to be so delicious in this condition. I was so ready for a big dick.
I hung in the steam room for a while, but nothing of interest so I decided to go upstairs to try my luck again. I exited the steam room with half of a hard-on and wrapped my towel back around my waist and swayed towards the stairs.
I was in a serious feminine mood, I was intentionally walking and carrying myself like a faggot.
As I was approaching the stairs, out of the corner of my eyes I see a huge black man walking towards the stairs from the other direction. OMG I thought, could this be my lucky day? He was dressed in normal street clothes; he was wearing long workout shorts and a t shirt he even had on his socks and shoes. I was a couple of steps ahead of him so I kept up my pace.
I wanted to get in front of him so that he would notice me. He was the only man dressed in street clothes, so I was a little confused about who he was or what he was doing there, but I was definitely interested and very aroused. As I hit the steps, I slowed down just a little and loosened my towel. I was a little nervous but I started loosening it more until it began to drop down my ass. With each step up, I dropped the towel a little more and stuck my ass out just a little further. My steps turned very femme. I wanted him to see my smooth, firm ass and legs. When I got to the top off the steps, my towel was completely removed. I was putting on a little faggot show for him. I was showing him everything. I was trying to communicate to him through my bare ass and my actions. I was telling him to please continue following me until we get into a private area where I could really get to work on his BBC.
I stepped to the side and threw my towel up around my neck. I watched him as he walked past me, I was standing like a faggot as he walked by. He saw me staring, he knew what I was. He knew I was a cock-sukcer starving for a big dick. I was biting my lip and moving my tongue around my lips. I wanted to suck his cock so bad!
OMG! I thought, could this really happen for me? What a fantasy it would be.
When I say this guy was big, I’m going to guess that he was at least 6″5″ with big broad shoulders, thick biceps and big muscular legs. He out-weighed me by at least 130 pounds, probably more
I couldn’t help myself as I followed him, trying to stay a few steps behind. I didn’t want to offend him or scare him away. I was trying everything I could to hook up with this man. Talk about a fantasy come true. This guy was a very large man, for real looks like he could have played linebacker in the NFL. I wanted him so bad. I wanted him to know that I was a bitch for him. I saw him take out a key and enter a room. I thought it was a good sign that he had rented a room. I was hoping that he would change into his towel and walk back out the door. I waited at the end of the hallway. Watching for his door to open. I was looking at myself in the mirror and acting as femme as possible. My cock was hard, I was very turned-on. My thoughts were on this black man.
Could this really happen I kept thinking. Other men approached me. They were nice and everything but I wanted to wait for my stud. I was willing to take a chance on missing one hook up for the big prize. After a couple of minutes his door opened and he walked out, still in his street clothes. He was walking swift but I kept my eyes on him as he went up-stairs to the 3rd floor. I hadn’t even been up there. Once again, I waited a minute and followed him trying not to look desperate. I made my way to the 3rd floor and found out where the gym was. My new obsession was already working out with weights and he had removed his shirt! The gym area was brightly lit. His chest looked so big and great! He was very strong and fit with big pectoral muscles and a flat stomach.
What should I do? I thought with excitement. I walked into the room and gave him a fuck-me look. I strolled around a little trying to not get caught staring at him. I was smiling at him and biting my lip. I’m sure it was obvious that I was looking at his bare chest. I sat on a bench across the room and crossed my legs like a girl, making sure he saw my toned legs and red toes. I adjusted my towel a little like a hot slut would adjust her mini skirt. I leaned back a little and was licking my lips while looking his direction. I was showing him my flat stomach. I couldn’t tell what he was thinking, he continued working out. I couldn’t think of anything clever to say to him, so after a couple of minutes, I walked out of the gym, lowering my towel as I walked out, giving him another look at my ass and hoping somehow, he would follow me. He didn’t, I waited, like a little bitch. Standing around acting like a faggot. I felt it was so obvious, apparent that I wanted him. When I thought he was looking my way, I was licking my lips, smiling and dropping my towel a little. He didn’t act like he wanted to play, so I started to walk down the stairs and go see if I could find someone else. About half way down the stairs I realized how bad I wanted him. I couldn’t give up this easy.
So, I folded my towel in half, making it much shorter, wrapped it around my waist and swayed back into the weight room, under the bright lights, with my towel rolled up a little and said to him
” Hi Sir” Let me know if you need a spot”………………..or anything else. I said with a wink & smile.
He smiled at me and gave me a nod, but nothing else. I couldn’t imagine spotting for him while wearing my little towel. What a turn-on!
I hung around for a minute hoping that he would take me up on my offer, but he just kept pumping iron. I was looking at myself in the mirror, standing on my tippy toes and turning in the mirror so that I could see every angle of how I looked. Still no words from him. I reluctantly walked out, but not before dropping my towel on my way out, giving him one last look at my ass.
I felt like it wasn’t going to happen. I was definitely disappointed, but I wasn’t going to allow it to spoil my day.