turned ashen. “Erik?” she said tentatively.
“Could you wait outside in the class room. I’d appreciate it,” he said curtly.
Trixie closed her eyes, smiled, and nodded in agreement that she should probably do that. Vanessa huffed and stalked away Her spandex shorts couldn’t have climbed more up the crack of her ass if they tried. Trixie was starting to form a more accurate picture of what was going on.
“Help me down?” she asked Erik. He immediately lifted her off his still throbbing organ, and alighted her on the ground as if she floated there. Trixie turned to look up at him, his spunk streaming down her legs. She reached under his slackening erection and fondled the taut sack that she found there.
“Did we leave any behind? It felt like your entire army laid siege to me,” she said while making lively eye contact with him. She was prepared to completely ignore their interruption.
“You’re shameless Trixie. You didn’t have to taunt Vanessa like that,” Erik said with an admonishing tone that she didn’t believe for a second.
She bit her lower lip and switched to stroking his still slick cock with two hands.
“Who? The blonde? I barely noticed she was here. I was too busy getting exquisitely fucked.”
“That blonde is my business partner.”
“Well, I didn’t think she was your girlfriend, but I’m not sure she sees it that way. Something tells me she was expecting to find you here alone.”
Erik lifted her hands off his equipment, but she could tell he was enjoying the attention. “You’re making it hard for me to think straight.”
“Good.” She reached up to his thick neck and pulled him down into a kiss. When their lips parted she whispered in his ear.
“You felt delicious splashing around inside me.”
His whole body bristled for a moment, but then he stood up straight again.
“I have to deal with--”
“Your business partner with benefits?” Trixie finished.
Erik turned red. He didn’t deny it, confirming her suspicions.
“I completely understand,” she smiled, “I did just show up out of the blue after all.”
“Be that as it may, you still deserve an explanation.”
“You don’t owe me anything Erik, but I’m sure Vanessa would appreciate an explanation,” she suggested.
“Will you at least wait for me?” he asked.
“Isn’t that how we got caught in the first place?” she teased.
Erik raised his eyebrow at her seriously. He was waiting for an actual answer. Trixie considered the situation.
“Tell you what, I’ll wait until I’m done taking a shower and then walk out the same way I came in, minus the baggy clothes.”
“I suppose that’s all I can ask of you?” he asked.
“It is,” Trixie confirmed, lightly slapping his stubbly face. Erik probably shaved this morning, she thought, and he already had a five o’clock shadow.
Erik donned his compression shirt and shorts without so much as even spritzing and then walked through to the class room. Vanessa was going to smell her sex all over him. That wasn’t going to make his business partner happy, but she didn’t stop him.
Trixie came out from behind the tiled wall and started to shower on the other side. She couldn’t hear what they were talking about over the water and didn’t care to be honest, but she did watch them talking. The change room door lined up with the shower entrance perfectly.
They were standing by the entranceway, not yelling, but Vanessa did look back in her direction on several occasions. Trixie made sure she was visible, buoyantly flopping around under the warm water. The two of them created a fitness center with unisex facilities after all. Far be it from Trixie not to take advantage of such open-minded design. They were still talking when she finally made her way towards the front entrance, now dried off and dressed. Vanessa gave her an assessing stare down the slope of her perfect nose as she entered.
“Sorry to keep you waiting. The shower is all yours,”