DEEP Space 9 ๐
He arrived at the shower block, deep space eight. He had more or less resigned himself to the woman being old and decrepit, but was then taken aback to see, well, women his age. There were four of them near the showers, opposite the sinks.
Two of them wore bikini bottoms and waited, as the two other played under the showers like otters, chatting and laughing and splashing at each other. They were completely naked. The scene was indescribable.
It was graceful, erotic. He didn't deserve such a thing. His cock became hard in his boxer shorts.
With one hand, he took it out and pressed himself against the sink as he cleaned between his teeth with the toothpick, barely hiding his erection. He stabbed himself in the gum, removed the bloody toothpick, the head of his penis tingled unbearably, it was hot, swollen, a drop formed at the tip. One of the girls, graceful and dark haired, stepped out of the shower, grabbed a towel and began to contentedly pat her breasts dry.
A little redhead slipped off her swimsuit and took her place under the shower, her pussy hair was golden blonde. He moaned a little, and he was starting to feel dizzy. In his head he could imagine walking over, taking off his shorts and just standing by the showers.
He had every right to go and wait to take a shower, but he imagined himself beside them, his cock hard, saying something like, is the water hot? The showers were 50 centimetres apart, if he took a shower next to the redheaded girl she might accidentally brush against his cock. But this time, he felt increasingly dizzy, and had to hold on to the porcelain sink.
At the same instant two boys arrived, laughing a little too loudly, they were wearing black shorts with fluorescent stripes, suddenly Bruno's hard-on was gone, but his cock back in his shorts, and returned to picking his teeth. Not this time.