Page 51

Ignoring everyone around me in the locker room, I whipped off my towel and pulled on my new swim shorts. Okay, they were… pretty short. I’d have to be careful my dick didn’t move around too much and peek out from one of the legs. Or my balls. My balls hung pretty low, but that was because they were impressively big and heavy.

The shorts did make my thighs look damn good though. Nice. Maybe I should take up swimming.

I peered back to fasten the little hook on the waistband above my tail, gave my ass an approving glance, then grabbed my towel and wrapped it around my hips. Which seemed like a shame, really, but it was probably polite to walk to the pool area a touch more covered up.

Not that I knew where it actually was. Smacking my knuckles against the shoulder of the demiurgus guy getting dressed next to me, I asked, “Dude, do you know where the pool is?”

He jerked his chin in the direction of the showers. “Door down the other end. Past the showers.”

“Sweet. Thanks, bro.”

As I headed that way, the smell of chlorine got stronger. Shit, what would it do to my hair? Doubling back, I grabbed a hair tie from my locker and quickly threw my hair up into a bun, stopped by the mirrors on the way to check it still looked good, then forced myself to saunter out into the pool area even though I was feeling kind of nervous for some reason. Probably just because I hadn’t swum in a while. I was sure I’d still be great at it though.

It was way quieter back here than on the main gym floor. I quickly scanned the few heads bobbing in the pool, wondering if I’d missed Anita, but then I spotted her. Dark hair tied up into a very neat bun and slender brown arms slicing efficiently through the water in a front crawl.

Damn, she was… pretty fast. I suddenly doubted that I’d be better than her at this, which was an unusual feeling for me.

Also, there were only, like, three people in here. Anita, an elderly demiurgus lady bobbing around in the shallow end, and a human guy who’d just slipped into the water and started doing a clumsy breaststroke. I mean, I’d be better than him, but… it’d be so obvious if I got in there. She’d think I’d only decided to go swimming because I knew she’d be here, which was definitely not the case. I was just interested in expanding my athletic repertoire.

Even though I really didn’t want to get my hair wet in that chlorinated water. And how often did they actually clean it? Did kids use this one? Kids were gross. Their feet were always covered in plantar warts and they seemed to make a point of shedding their band-aids the moment they got into a pool.

I was pretty sure I could actually see a band-aid floating by that little old lady. My lip curled as I hovered by the door. I couldn’t just stand here. I had to do something. Anything but get in that grody water.

Glancing around, I noticed an archway at the other end of the pool with a sign above it that said, Sauna & Steam Room . That would work. I wasn’t here to see Anita, I was just here to use the sauna. Saunas were great for circulation and cardiovascular health. And clearing pores. Not that my pores ever needed clearing, but it couldn’t hurt.

Holding on to the towel around my hips, I made my way along the length of the pool. Visions of waking up tomorrow with the soles of my feet riddled with warts got me walking a little faster, and I made a mental note to coat my feet in antibacterial cream before bed. I should’ve brought some slides to wear, but I hadn’t thought of it. The Redmud Spa was practically sterile, and they didn’t allow warty little kids in there.

When I reached the archway, I couldn’t help but glance back at the pool, and I stopped dead as I saw Anita climbing out of the water.

She was wearing a plain black one-piece. Her legs looked about a mile long, slender and shapely but still strong with muscle. I kind of wanted to see how well my hands would fit in her hip dips if I gripped her there. And tugged her closer. And tore that swimsuit off.

She had a cute little ass. Goddamnit, why did she have to have such a cute little ass? I’d probably be able to grab the entire thing with one hand to give it a good squeeze. Her breasts were small and her nipples were hard from the water, which was not something I should have noticed but it was too late now. I’d noticed them. I was looking at her nipples. Wondering what colour they were. How sensitive they were.

I was just standing there gawking as she padded over to the plastic loungers and grabbed a towel off one. When she bent her head to pat her face dry, I found myself staring at the slope of her neck, wondering if she was sensitive there as well. Wondering how she’d react if I walked up behind her and kissed the top of her spine. Or if I did it while she was lying on her front in a bed and I was leaning over her, slowly making my way all the way down her back…

She turned and looked directly at me. There was no surprise in her eyes, which meant she’d already spotted me, which made my ears flutter weakly. And now I was just standing here watching her like a creep.

Without turning away, I reached out and fumbled around until I found a door handle. Her eyes drifted down to my chest. Her fingers clenched around her towel tighter. My cock twitched, so I hurriedly tugged open the door I’d grabbed onto and backed into the room. These tiny shorts would be no match for an erection, and I didn’t want to give that little old lady a heart attack by busting out of my towel.

I realised I had, in fact, managed to make it into the sauna. And it was empty. Sighing in relief, I padded over to the bench beside the coals and poured a little more water over them. Then I sat back, spreading my arms along the lip of the raised bench behind me and letting my knees fall open so I could try and relax. It was kind of hard to relax though, knowing Anita was right outside in a bathing suit. It had somehow simultaneously been the most and least sexy bathing suit I’d ever seen in my life. Just plain black, the neckline coming up to her collarbone. Not even a brand logo on it.

I wanted to watch her peel it off. Slowly.

I also wouldn’t mind watching her strip off her plain white button-down shirts, smart pants and sensible black shoes. God, at this moment, that genuinely sounded more erotic than full-on hardcore porn. She’d probably neatly fold each item of clothing that came off before removing the next, but that would just heighten the anticipation. Honestly, I’d probably do that too. I was very particular about the creases pressed into my pants, and there was no way I’d let one of my silk ties just land on the floor in a crumpled heap.

When I heard the sauna door swish open, I realised my head had fallen back against the bench. And my dick had chubbed up. Shit. I quickly lifted my head and went to adjust my towel so it wouldn’t be too obvious, but froze when I saw who’d just walked in.

Anita gave me a brief nod before walking to the other end of the sauna and sitting on the bench opposite me. Directly opposite me.

The door was between us. I gave it a quick glance. No one would be able to see either of us unless they came right up to it and peered in at an angle. I wasn’t sure why my brain felt that was relevant, seeing as Anita had made a point of sitting as far away from me as possible. Clearly, she wasn’t here to… talk.

Of course she isn’t, I reminded myself. Boundaries, remember? Professional boundaries. It’s not like you haven’t seen business associates at the gym before. You didn’t get a chub when you bumped into Jaryd var Hosk from Lazurite Developers wearing nothing but his compression shorts in the Terres locker room.

This was weird though, right? We were both just sitting here. We were the only two in the room. Should I strike up a casual conversation, or did she want to be left alone? Maybe this was just her usual Thursday routine. Swim and sauna. She wasn’t in here because I was in here… right?

There was a faint sigh from across the room, before Anita unwrapped her towel so it was spread over the wooden slats under her. Then she cocked a knee up, resting her heel on the edge of the bench, and tipped her head back.

She’d taken her hair down, I suddenly noticed. It was wet, looking even darker than normal, and a few strands clung to her neck and narrow shoulders. My eyes followed the path of one that vanished under the neckline of her swimsuit.