The Women's Locker Room

I was pretty confident in my immunity to consequences and feeling a rush at my apparent complete freedom to do whatever I wanted, so I walked into the locker room for women without any hesitation at all. Rounding the bend in the short hallway I immediately encountered a very attractive Latina that I'd seen around the gym before. Her eyes moved across me without any surprise and little interest as she stepped to the side a bit to get around me. She had an attractive face but one that always seemed to be set in a cold demeanor. Her long dark brown hair was pulled into a loose pony tail that reached her shoulder blades. She was wearing a tight black sleeved top that clung to her very large breasts and rather trim tummy. Her athletic pants were speckled black and grey and they hugged her full hips and shapely legs.

I led with my hands, grabbing her boobs, my fingers sinking deeply into her soft generous flesh as I pushed her up against the wall and kissed her. She didn't really respond but accepted my lips on hers and my tongue into her mouth passively. Her hands were in the air to either side but slowly they came to rest lightly upon my sides as I ground my hard-on against her hips, feeling the heat of her loins against me. After a bit, I pulled back and asked her, "What's your name?"

She was frowning slightly as she replied, "Alexis. What's yours?"

"Nick."

I grabbed the bottom of her tight top and pulled it up, stretching the material so that I could see her very large jugs stuffed tightly into her black sports bra, her cleavage deep and inviting. I pulled one side of the bra down so that one brown tit popped out, jiggling crazily as it expanded and settled lower on her chest. She had a huge saucer like areola with a crinkly flattened nipple in its center and I didn't waste any time bending my head down and sucking it into my mouth. I made loud smacking sounds as I sucked and released it before I moved back and lightly slapped and nudged the big pendulous boob with my hands.

I looked up at her face to see this bored expression and I have to say I was a bit disappointing that she wasn't getting aroused by this. "God. What's going through your head when I do this?" Women were continually passing us by, not finding us the least bit out of the ordinary.

She cocked her face to the side and sucked at her teeth, "Um... what I'm going to do for my work out. What I'm going to do today. I don't know."

I guess that wasn't surprising, really. If everything I did was normal then this wasn't that big a deal to her. Huh. I grabbed her hand and brought it down to the bulge in my slacks, "Well, what do you think of that?"

There was a twitch in her expression and she looked down, her lips parting slightly as she moved her hand down my shaft on her own, "You're big." Her grip tightened and she pulled at it slightly, "Thick."

"Is that all?"

"Well, I'd like to know how many inches but I feel like you're going to make me guess before you tell me." She replied somewhat impatiently. This seemed like a weird reaction to me. She didn't really seem aroused or curious because of sexual reasons. She just... wanted to know...

"Okay, but why do you want to know how big it is if you're not even interested in me?"

"I'm not here to pick up guys but its pretty noteworthy, don't you think? I'm sure you get this all the time. When I tell my friends, they're gonna want to know how big it is. Just saying big is meaningless really and you have this really massive thing." She suited her words by taking my shaft into both her hands and drawing my khaki's tight to see its full shape.

Interesting. She still had her big tit out and I wondered if she hadn't put it away because I had taken it out and that made it normal to her or if she didn't see it as worth the effort given the likelihood I'd just take it out again. On a whim, I told her, "Suck your tit."

Her eyebrows furrowed slightly but she didn't move to do so and she retrieved her hands from my crotch, apparently sating her curiosity. She leaned back against the wall, crossing her arms over her chest, seemingly electing to wait until I was done with her. Okay, how about this, "It is normal for women to suck on... um large breasts in public, finding it very soothing and relaxing and an enjoyable way to pass the time when waiting."

Then I waited expectantly. Alexis just stared at me fixedly. Finally I asked, "Well?"

"What do you expect? I'm going to do it just because you told me to? Besides it looks like you're the one that needs it. You were nursing like a babe a second ago. Why not have another suck?" Her eyes went pointedly to my crotch and by her tone and the little sneer that there was a further insult in her words that I wasn't getting. Huh. It was normal for women to suckle like that in public, maybe it was kind of effeminate for a man to do it? Did that make sense?

I didn't know but Alexis' whole attitude made me really want to exert my new power. I knew I shouldn't but....

When Heather reached the third alcove of lockers, she paused as she saw the couple having some really rough sex. They were taking up the entirety of one of the two benches in the middle and there were two women changing in the alcove so it was sort of crowded. She thought about going back to one of the two alcoves she passed but found it foolishly awkward to do so after already committing to walking this far. And the fourth alcove was full of private long term lockers. So in the end she squeezed past the loud copiously sweating duo and chose a locker.

She kept glancing over at them while she stripped down because as the really fit guy took her doggy-style, he kept pulling his hips back really far revealing that he had something of legitimate Monsters of Cock porn-star quality. The hispanic girl was also really well endowed and Heather's lips tingled at the thought of spending a good twenty minutes nursing upon her really big juicy looking nipples. Given how her week at the hospital had been she needed the relief. She wondered if she could strike up a conversation with the girl later. The cafe downstairs would be perfect. She could pay for her lunch or a coffee or whatever and just zone out with those beautiful breasts.

God, she had a ton of boob for such a tight body, Heather thought enviously. Her A-cups were probably best given her vigorous work out regimen (she mentally winced at the thought of what that girl felt with those heavy things doing cardio) but she'd have liked to be able to suck on her own nipples. That would probably be worth the drawbacks!

As she sat down on the free bench and pulled on her socks and shoes, she idly listened to the girl's words now that she wasn't just grunting continually, "Yes, master! Yes! Fuck my slutty little pussy with your cock! I love it! Yes! Fuck your little whore! Yes!"

As Heather tied her shoes she wondered if that was just dirty talk or if she was actually the guy's sex ****. She almost hoped the latter because she bet she could just slip him a twenty to make use of his property for a bit. It would have totally been awkward trying to have a conversation after hearing her go on like this.