Stall No. 2

**** for some "attention," he rushed over to one of the stalls, dropped his shorts, and opened the curtain.

He discovered a curvy, middle-aged woman with shoulder-length blonde hair sitting on her knees, sucking off rather muscular black man. He was leaning against the wall of the shower, with one hand on the back of her head.

As Sam pulled back the curtain, both their gazes turned to him, surprised. The man was not particularly thrilled by the intrusion, but the woman face lit up like Christmas morning. She quickly retracted the man's cock from her throat.

"Ok, we're done!" She said. Her voice had a little midwestern twang.

"But Gaby!?" The man protested.

"Jesse we already fucked," Gaby said. "Don't be greedy."

She turned and put her soft, but firm hand around Sam's aching cock. "Are you going to deprive me of getting another one in before breakfast?"

She turned her gaze up to Sam and, still speaking to Jesse, said "especially when he clearly needs it so badly." She kissed the tip of Sam's cock, and was taken aback by the taste of his precum. "Big and tasty," she cooed.

Jesse, dejected, slid out of the stall, allowing Sam to take his place. Gaby pulled the curtain closed. The warm water felt soothing on his body; almost as soothing as the feeling of Gaby's warm tongue massaging each of his balls as she started stroking his throbbing shaft.