I couldn’t see him, but I could hear him. “Turn off the water and put your hands ag

I couldn’t see him, but I could hear him. “Turn off the water and put your hands against the wall.” He repeated. I obediently rotated the lever and placed the palms of my hands against the grid of tile, listening to the slurp of shoes against the pooling floor of the shower room. The water began to descend my body, dripping from hair and following muscles. My jock, worn for some level of privacy in the dated facilities, now displayed my ass to the stranger, lifting each cheek into a temping mound. The soft pressure of a finger’s knuckle dragged its way across the small of my back and toward my waistband as I listened to his breath at my right ear and studied the grout. “You’re gonna be fun.” -- source link

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