I think I’ve mentioned before that I hate going to faculty meetings, so I’ve developed the habit of sneaking somewhere to masturbate right before a meeting…makes it bearable. Last week I was sick AND I got asked to sit in on a curriculum committee meeting. “This calls for some serious prep work, ” I said to myself.
I took my lunch break exactly an hour before the meeting was supposed to start, and I ducked over to the steam room at the aqua therapy center where I work out. I did my swim routine first, showered in some cool water, and then went into the steam room. As soon as I closed the glass door, steam clouded my view out into the public pool area. I felt certain that I would have this space to myself for a few minutes.
I sat cross-legged in the corner opposite the door. My right hand slid aside the crotch of my speedo, and began playing with my clit. It felt delicious to be warm all over and inhaling the steam. I kept my eyes on the door, watching the fuzzy images of swimmers occasionally pass in front of the glass door.
“They have no idea what I’m doing, ” I laughed to myself. I was sure the steam obscured my image as much as it did theirs. I probably looked like a fuzzy lump sitting in the corner. A minute or two passed this way, with my fingers continually rubbing and kneading my sex. I was having a hard time cumming, though, probably due to being sick.
About this time, a tall masculine figure sat down in the one pool chair that looked directly into the glass door of the steam room. I paused my stroking. From that chair I couldn’t be certain exactly how much he could see. He looked pretty fuzzy to me, but how did I look to him? I sat frozen for a few seconds, then slowly but surely the exhibitionist in me started masturbating again. “Surely he can’t discern what I’m doing,” I reasoned. “Or can he?”
The figure in the chair sat still, but seemed to be gazing into the steam room. I stroked myself quicker, realizing I wanted to cum with someone else watching me. I shuddered and arched my hips, feeling hot moisture gush between my legs. I pulled my fingers out of my speedo and put them in my mouth, tasting my own pussy. The tall figure in the chair got up and left his vantage point. Hmmm…
When I came out of the steam room a few minutes later, there were only women in the pool. I chuckled to myself and proceeded to the locker room. My meeting was starting soon, but I now felt prepared to face it.