Locker Room Suckle

I was just about to kill the lights in the gym when she stepped out of the women's locker room. Tall, in skin-tight leggings and a little crop top that barely covered her tits. Her hair was still wet from the shower, drops of water glistening on her neck. Her name, she told me later, was Marina. I'm thirty-two, she was clearly mid-twenties. I drive a cab nights, and during the day I work the front desk at this old gym—cleaning, watching the place.

"You closing up?" she asked, her voice low and a little husky, stopping at the front counter.

"Ten minutes. Everyone's gone. Just you."

She smiled with the corner of her mouth and leaned against the counter. Her tits swayed heavily under the thin fabric. I felt my dick start to get hard instantly.

"What if I stay a little longer?" Her eyes slid over my face, then lower. "I need to... check something out."

I swallowed. The old clock on the wall ticked loudly in the empty space. Somewhere down the hall, a door slammed—maybe the wind, maybe someone coming back for a forgotten phone. My heart started pounding harder.

"Check away," I said quietly. "Just make it quick. I'm not supposed to leave anyone in here after close."

Marina came around the counter and stood right up against me. She smelled like cherry shampoo and fresh sweat. She grabbed my hand and slowly pressed it to her chest. The fabric of her top was still damp.

"You're not gonna turn down a girl who's been watching you all night, are you, Alex?" she whispered in my ear. I hadn't even noticed her reading my name off my badge.

Her fingers traced down my chest toward my belt. I stood there frozen, feeling my cock stiffen. The fluorescent light behind her in the locker room flickered—one of those that buzzes and blinks right before it dies. Shadows danced on the walls.

"Someone could walk in..." I breathed out, but my hands were already on her hips.

"That's why I'm so wet," she said with a sly grin. "The adrenaline. You can feel how hard my nipples are, right?"

She pulled down the edge of her top and showed me. Dark pink, swollen, sticking out so far I wanted to take them in my mouth right then. I leaned down and carefully flicked my tongue over one. Marina let out a soft moan, her fingers threading through my hair.

"Yeah... just like that... suck it, Alex... harder..."

I pulled her nipple into my mouth, wrapped my lips around it, and started sucking slowly like it was the best thing I'd ever tasted. She arched her back, grinding her hips against me. Her hand had already unzipped my fly and wrapped around my hard shaft.

"Fuck, that's thick..." she whispered, stroking me up and down. "I've been imagining all night what it'd be like to have you sucking my tits right here."

I moved to her other breast, licking, nibbling, drawing it deep into my mouth. Her nipples were sensitive—every time I squeezed harder with my lips, she shuddered and cursed softly under her breath.

"Mmm... don't stop... take it deeper... yeah, just like that, suck my nipples like you're starving..."

Something creaked in the hallway. We both froze. I let go of her breast, but she grabbed the back of my head and shoved my face back against her chest.

"Don't you dare stop. Let them come in. Let them watch you licking my tits."

Her hand was moving faster, her thumb smearing the drop of precum over the head of my cock. I was growling into her flesh, feeling my spit running down her skin. The smell of her arousal filled the whole front area—sweet, thick, feminine.

"I want you to come on my tits," she said suddenly, hot and almost pleading. "Right now. Before anyone gets here. Pull it out and jerk off on my nipples."

I straightened up. She peeled her top off over her head in one quick motion. Her tits were perfect—heavy, firm, with nipples slick from my saliva, glistening and looking even bigger now. I gripped my cock and started stroking fast, watching her squeeze her own breasts, pinch her nipples, pull them toward her.

"Come on... come on me... cover my nipples with your hot cum..." she whispered, staring into my eyes.

The pressure was building. I heard the distant clunk of the elevator door somewhere in the building. Maybe the cleaning lady. Maybe one last client. It just made me harder.

"I'm gonna..." I rasped.

"Do it, Alex... all over me... every drop..."

The first thick rope of cum hit her right on the left nipple. She moaned, smearing it across her breast with her fingers. The second and third landed on the right one, dripping down into her cleavage. Marina stared at the white streaks slowly running down her skin, breathing heavy.

"God, that's so hot..." she whispered, running a finger over her nipple and licking it. "You taste good, cab driver..."

I stood there, panting, staring at her cum-covered tits. She leaned in and kissed me on the lips—quick, hungry.

"Next time I want you to suck them longer. And maybe not just them..."

She winked, pulled her top back on right over her sticky skin, and walked toward the exit, swaying her hips. I watched her go, feeling my dick start to stiffen again.

The lights in the gym finally went out. But I already knew—she'd be back tomorrow night.