One Must Shower After Working Out

Now that I was back in the main lobby area I felt tempted to just explore the place for a bit. I didn't plan on doing anymore sexy stuff. I just felt like having a wander around.

And so, I wandered.

I walked past the reception desk and into the big room with all the exercise machines. I saw quite a few women hard at work, running on treadmills, riding bicycle machines and doing a bunch of other exercises. Further into the building was where all the weight training apparatuses were with a handful of ladies lifting and getting gains.

The sight of all these sweaty women in formfitting gym outfits was quite enticing, and unsurprisingly my dick seemed to have recovered slightly from earlier. However, I really didn't want to have to stop every few minutes to fuck someone. So I ignored it for now.

Having said that, and also having caught sight of the locker room, I still felt tempted to poke around. I made a beeline for the locker room at the side of the large room, but on the way, I groped the chest of a woman who was sitting on a bench taking a sip from her sports drink.

Her chest was slightly damp from her sweat and the reflective sheen on her skin told me just how much of a workout she had. Her short blonde her was darkened and plastered to her head too.

I walked on but I came across another woman who was currently bending over as she was looking through a bag sitting on another bench. The tight blue yoga pants complemented her toned legs and generous ass. And so I stopped briefly to squeeze a cheek.

Eventually I made it to the sole entrance to the facilities locker room. The doorway had no indication of gender just like every other place I'd seen. And the floor changed to smooth tiles on the other side of the entrance.

I could hear the sounds of people inside as well as the sound of running water. Which probably meant that the showers were running. Well, I guess I may as well take a look, right? Can't really pass that up. Even if I had already gone into a locker room back at my old school. No one was showering back there.

I stepped inside and once again I got the almost magnetic feeling that I shouldn't be here, like I just walked through an invisible barrier. A barrier that's trying to push me back outside with moral implications and the guilt of trespassing. I ignored it though.

I haven't yet been met with opposition in this strange mirror version of my world. It's not likely that anything would happen now. So, I strode in boldly as if I owned the place.

The moisture in the air gave the place a scent similar to that of a swimming pool locker room. Just without all the chlorine. I could hear women murmuring to each other somewhere but I had to get past the entry way to see them. It was one of the doorways where you immediately had to turn to the right, turn a corner and then see all the lockers and benches.

I turned the corner and had to take a sip from my water bottle because my mouth dried up. The sight of seven or eight women peeling off their gym clothes or removing towels from having been in the showers made me slightly hard again. Only slightly, thank god, after all those times I've jizzed today. My dick twitched a little but otherwise didn't make my track pants that uncomfortable.

It looked like my sexathon day was drawing to a close. But still, this sight... Hnnngh!

I stood there and drank more from my water while watching this little piece of heaven. A girl was pulling off her sports bra revealing small yet perky breasts to everyone else. Another girl was pulling her yoga pants down while slightly bent over, showing me her ass in profile.

A girl walked out of the shower area with a towel wrapped around her body and another towel wrapping up her hair. When she got to her locker she removed her body towel and began drying herself. Her wet body on full display.

A couple girls were just standing to the left together by their lockers and chatting, in their pink and blue underwear.

"--so I tried that protein drink. The new one you told me about." Pink underwear said.

"Yeah? What'd you think?" Blue underwear asked.

"I have to say, not bad. But really? Peanut butter flavour? Do we have to put peanut butter in everything?" Said pink.

Blue laughed. "Yeah, but peanuts do have a lot of protein."

"Fair point."

Two other women were sitting on a bench on the right lacing up their shoes and talking. One was wearing spandex shorts while the other had on leggings.

"I still can't understand how, after two years you can still be so lovey-dovey. With my partner the excitement's kinda calmed down." Leggings was wondering.

"Well, I don't know what to tell you. I just really like seeing her. It doesn't even really feel like it's been two whole years yet." Shorts admitted.

"I guess that's a good thing... I just really wanna know how you do it." Leggings mumbled.

"Hmm... You could try dressing up for her, or go on more dates." Shorts offered.

"...dress up, huh? Haven't done that in a while."

"There you go!"

Every time I listened in on someone's conversation in this world the more real it all felt. These women had lives. These women that let me do anything I wanted and mostly ignored me. These women that moved on with their days even as I leave my cum on them.

I could go up to any of them, whip my dick out and rub it all over their faces. And they'd let me. Heck, they most likely wouldn't even register what I was doing unless I brought attention to it.

And they all seemed so real. They all functioned outside of my sexual fantasies. I could probably follow one of them home and discover that they had a family or pets or even what their job was.

It was this realism that got me so excited each time I messed with one of them. I had no idea that actually fucking with women while being ignored like this would be so intoxicating. I mean, sure I had fantasies about doing this, but actually doing it...

I could already see myself doing the weirdest shit with these girls. Not that I hadn't already done some weird stuff, but I was going to do things even more weirder than walking into a yoga class and rubbing my genitals on a posing woman's body.

I had a strong feeling that I was going to quickly lose track of reality here.

But should I care? This is a new reality after all. And the people here clearly didn't care what I did. Whether I was brought here by the government, aliens or god it didn't really matter. This place was paradise for me. It flipped all my switches. Pressed all my buttons. I've never been so constantly turned on in all my life.

But even with my apparent increase in libido in this new world, I still needed to rest. And water, which I had almost finished by now.

I actually didn't even realise that I was still drinking. Wow, I must've been really thirsty. Not that surprising with all the sex I've had, though. I gulped down the rest of the water and threw the bottle in a trash can by the doorway.

I could still hear the water running in the shower area further in. The temptation of seeing wet and naked women was too much for me so I ventured in past the other women getting changed. I left the realistic conversations behind as I neared the sound of cascading water. Around a corner I found a row of shower heads along the far wall with narrow divides for some measure of token privacy.

On the opposing wall was another line of showers, but these ones had real cubicles with doors for a more decent kind of privacy.

Steam permeated the air but did nothing to obstruct the glorious view.

Three sexy women were using the more open area of the showers and chatting with each other over the sounds of the running water. The doors of the cubicles on the other side were low enough to show that two women were using those as well.

(Beware. There is a water sports scene ahead. Skip past if you do not want to read.)

Looking back to the three on the right I expected the arousing scene to awaken my already well-used one-eyed snake even after the day that I've had. My stronger libido did have me worried. Instead, the feeling I got was a little different.

With the sound of water running and the fact that I had drunk a whole bottle of water, not to mention that I hadn't used a restroom at all since waking up this morning... well, I...

I needed to pee.

And already, with that feeling, and the sexy girls showering in front of me, and the fact that they wouldn't care what I did... Certain images came to my mind unbidden. New ideas sprung up. Ideas that I never thought I'd be a part of. It was a fetish that I was convinced that I would never even consider back in my world. Unless, of course a potential girlfriend asked me to. But only then.

Now though? In this place where the most deviant of my ideas would be ignored? A world where no one batted an eye at what I did?

Well, now it seemed like a no-brainer.

I moved slowly towards the showering girls, taking in the sight as much as possible. One of them was pretty tall compared to the other two. She had long legs and a tight ass. Her back had some kind of intricate tattoo running down the length of her spine. A mixture of vines, leaves and thorns with small birds flitting around by her shoulder blades. Further up, her damp short red hair clung to her scalp. She moved a little to face her friends and revealed her generous C-cups to me.

If not for the urge to urinate I would no doubt have grown a boner, even though I came so much today.

"I don't think Casey would appreciate that for her birthday. Seems too much like a gag gift." The red head said.

The floor became a little slick as I got closer. I watched my footing in case I slipped.

"Then what do you suggest? Got any better ideas?" The girl in the middle asked. She was the same height as the last girl and had brown hair that went down to her shoulder blades and clung to her skin. Her ass was good, but not as good as the red head's. The chest area was about the same C-cup.

I was standing behind said red head now. Some of the spray from the shower was falling onto my borrowed track suit making it slightly damp. I didn't get too close since I didn't want to walk home completely wet.

"Well, we do know that she likes books and movies. I was thinking of getting her a collection of one or the other." Red-head tattoo lady said.

I pulled my track pants down to my knees and held my slightly hard but mostly flaccid penis. I took aim at the red heads butt and concentrated on the sound of cascading water.

"Hmm, I guess that's better than what I was thinking." The brunette admitted.

"Why don't we go to the mall after this and look through the bookstores there?" The third girl finally spoke up. She had brown hair too, but kept short above the shoulders. Her body was well toned but with a petite look to it. Her breasts were also the smallest of the three.

I could feel the urge to release but it wasn't happening as fast as I would like. Maybe it had something to do with the fact that other people were present? I never did like peeing in urinals when other guys were present in public bathrooms. Maybe I had performance anxiety when it came to peeing? Weird, since I managed to perform ejaculations here in this world.

Oh well, I guessed that I'd try harder.

I closed my eyes and concentrated on the urge and running water. I tried pushing with my PC muscle and eventually I felt the stream begin.

I opened my eyes to the sight of the girls still standing there talking while my stream grew in strength. It hit the red heads back. The water running down her back tattoo, then her butt and then finally her legs was now mixed with a bit of yellow.

I breathed out as the sense of relief from pissing came over me. It was a wonderful feeling, that relief. Not quite the same as the tumultuous relief of jizzing, but it wasn't that far off. I relaxed and watched my urine wash over the red heads butt and hips.

And even now, with me doing something quite demeaning like this, these ladies didn't react. The red head didn't even look back at me if she even felt it at all. They just continued on with their discussion of birthday gifts. I wasn't paying attention.

This whole situation might have made me hard again if I weren't so tired. Plus, that would have made pissing on this woman a bit awkward. But I knew that this whole scene was just too hot to not think of later.

A few moments more and my stream of relief was dying down from her back to her butt, then to her legs. A moment later all that was left was a couple drips.

Now finished with this quite novel experience, I pulled up my track pants and stepped back.

(End of the water sports scene.)

The three girls were just chatting along and for just a moment I felt like ignoring my tiredness and just throw my clothes off and have fun. For just a moment. I just really felt like finishing up here and head on home. If I could even consider that house my home at this point.

I looked for a little longer at the wet, glistening girls before tearing my eyes away. There would be time to play here more on another day. And if this body of mine could handle a lot of sex like today, then tomorrow could also be full of fun.

I walked out of the shower area and tried walking fast past the changing girls. I think I only partially succeeded but did eventually make it out of the locker room. I kept walking until I was back at the entrance. I noticed that the woman that was manning the front desk had changed with someone else. I guessed that her shift was over. Whatever.

I walked out of the place and stood on the sidewalk breathing in the late afternoon air. It must be half past four by now. It wasn't getting dark yet but it did feel like the day was pretty much over.

I stretched a bit before heading home(?) And of course, my hands wandered as I weaved through groups of women sharing my sidewalk.

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I was now walking through a part of my neighbourhood that I didn't often walk through. I thought that I may as well take the scenic route and ogle as many women as possible. All around me were houses both big and small.

It was a nice little neighbourhood with a quiet atmosphere that seemed to mask the fact that it was close to the city centre. Just about every house on this street had a front lawn and garage. The occasional tree lined the street too.

Every so often I would walk by someone on the sidewalk who was either heading home or out running last minute errands. Most of them seemed young and I was surprised to see a few older people around. Surprised because even they seemed unreasonably attractive with very few lines at the corners of their eyes. Their bodies looked well looked after beneath their somewhat conservative attire.

I even saw quite a few children playing outside on their front lawns or riding bicycles up and down the street. Of course, I knew that I wasn't going to be messing with children, but this proved something to me. This world really did function. It had children and the elderly. People went to work. They ate, they drank, they socialised.

Everything here was real.

And yet, they ignored me. The only man. I could do anything I wanted to anyone here. And they ignored me.

It was the most bizarre juxtaposition.

And I loved it.

Now, the question was, how were babies made here?

There were children around so procreation must be a thing. And I did remember hearing someone talk about someone being pregnant. So, what's the deal there if there were no men around?

Did they somehow get each other preggers? Did some women in this world have dicks? I'm not sure how I felt about that. And I'm pretty sure I didn't see any random penis wielding girls in my travels. Was I just lucky or was there another method they had to keep their population up?

Whatever. I'll learn when I learn. Right now, I just wanted to enjoy this stroll.

I briefly entertained the idea of just entering a random house and having fun with the occupants, but I realised that I really just wanted the chance to lie down and maybe eat. Now that I let myself think about it, I did quite a lot of walking, coupled with a lot of sex. With very little time to rest or eat.

I wondered if that family of three that I woke up to was going to have dinner tonight. Clara's cooking was amazing. I felt my stomach growl a little as I thought of the breakfast I had this morning.

So, instead of walking into random houses I decided to head home at a leisurely pace. And a very relaxing walk it was. The weather was nice with a slight gentle breeze. The view of attractive and youthful women up and down the street warmed me up. And the chirping of birds was calming.

It went like that for a couple more streets before I turned onto my one. Or was it really mine? This world was so identical to my own that I didn't really know how to think of it. I didn't really belong here. It kind of felt like I was a phantom passing through.

I made it to the front of the house that looks almost exactly like mine. It didn't have a front lawn but it did have a garage and was quite big. I stood there just staring for a bit. I remembered how I left it this morning. How I thought that the women here might have been crazy and that I had to get away from them.

Now, I felt a little happy, strangely. I would walk in and they might not even acknowledge me, but for some reason I felt happy to be back. Maybe it was because it was familiar? It looked like my home. It also had three attractive women that I could have sex with whenever. But it did feel like home.

The lights were on, I could see. Someone was in the lounge. I could also see the light on in what would have been my room. So, that means Mia was home. I smiled, remembering how I woke up next to her and panicking. Now I can imagine myself sleeping with her in my/her bed without worry.

Or Karen's and Clara's, for that matter. I could sleep in any bed now, couldn't I?

Enough rambling. I need to sit down.

I walked up to the gate and short path to the door, opened the gate, crossed the divide to the door and tested the handle. It wasn't locked. In fact, I couldn't see evidence for any kind of lock. Odd. Was every house here built without a lock? Now, that would make having my fun a whole lot easier. If it were true.

I opened the door and stepped inside.

I was now standing in the entryway by the shoe rack where I got my sandals from. I could hear some clanking coming from the kitchen and assumed that Clara must be hard at work making dinner. I smiled in pre-emptive gratitude.

I bent down to remove the sandals and placed them back where I found them on the rack. After that I walked into the lounge to take a peek.

Karen was there lying on her stomach on the couch reading what looked like a magazine. She was wearing pink boy shorts and a yellow tank top with white socks. Her feet were waving back and forth lazily while she read. The rest of the room was empty but for the sound of the TV being turned on to some drama show. The only actors on screen were in fact actresses. No surprises there.

I walked in and got no reaction out of Karen while I ogled her nice butt and thighs. I leaned down and squeezed a cheek. She didn't even glance at me.

I turned away and walked into the dining area to see Clara stirring something in a pot on the stove. I walked over to peer into the pot and was met with the amazing aroma of mac'n'cheese. Another pot had some vegetables and the oven was cooking some chicken. My stomach growled again.

I briefly squeezed Clara's butt too. I didn't want to do too much, even though I knew she wouldn't react. I thought that since the woman was cooking, I didn't want to take a chance and cause an accident.

After checking on these two I turned and made my way to the stairs. As I took the steps slowly I couldn't shake the feeling that this really wasn't my house. All the slightly different furniture and the pictures of other people made me feel like I was an intruder who came to steal something. A ridiculous notion after what I've done today, but there you go.

I made it to the top of the stairs and softly padded over to my/Mia's room. And I knew that I didn't have to be quiet, but instinct was a thing that was difficult to overwrite.

The door was open so I looked inside.

There she was lying on the bed while texting on her phone. It looked like she only partially changed out of her school uniform. She still had on her skirt but at least changed into a black formfitting t-shirt. She also had on white socks but with small flower patterns.

I stared for a moment before stepping inside my/her room. She didn't so much as twitch in my direction. I walked up to her bed and looked down at her tapping away on her phone. I felt my dick stir at the sight of her but I ignored it. I'd wait for the food to recharge me before testing my sex drive again.

But the image of her lying there was nice though.

Without further ado I climbed onto the bed with her and almost cautiously snuggled up to her side. My arm draped over her stomach and my leg draped over one of her legs. I pushed my face into the crook of her arm and breathed deeply of her scent.

"Let me know when dinners ready." I mumbled happily.

"'kay." Was all she said. Just like that. With no question. She didn't seem creeped out or put off. She didn't even stop texting. Just, 'kay.

My dick stirred once more and I pushed my crotch against her leg. Just because.

And like that I laid with Mia, just dozing off, not completely asleep. The whole time I was smiling like a kid.