(Y/N)’s POV

After what had happened, I was determined to stay away from Andy more than ever. Guilt over not having told him to pull off his nicotine patch earlier ate at me like a cancer. I sat, almost unmoving, in my bed.

At some point, I had discovered that my clothes had magically returned to my dresser. Eventually, Kama had given me directions to a fitness room, where I was determined to exhaust myself as a form of punishment in my ridiculously slutty workout outfit.

Apparently I was more out of shape than I realized. After only twenty minutes on an elliptical trainer, I was huffing and puffing and totally miserable. Kama suggested that I try swimming in the pool, and I decided to take it up on it.

Looking nervously around, afraid Andy could appear at any moment, I had stripped quickly by the side of the pool, two towels ready and waiting. As fast as I could, I had lurched into the water. After my initial paranoia, however, I actually had a good time just dinking around, feeling the warm water against my body and not doing anything major.

When I was standing in the shallower end, my back propped against the pool wall, I heard a small sound, like someone grunting when you shove them or something. I listened carefully, and could just barely hear a strange, repetitive noise. A smacking noise, almost like a really quiet clapping.

Frightened, I looked around me carefully. Lo and behold, I spotted the shadow of a man jerking off behind the entry wall to the pool! Alarmed, I shouted. “I see you, you pervert! Who are you?!?”

The shadow stopped moving, then took off, away from the pool, back towards the locker room. What the fuck?

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Andy’s POV

As soon as I’d had that glass of water, I’d felt myself start to lose control again. I had gone swiftly from thoughts of home to thoughts of (Y/N)’s sweet, little pussy. Like a train I couldn’t stop, I’d asked Kama where (Y/N) was.

By the time I’d made it to the pool, some ounce of self-restraint had returned. By some twisted logic, I had reasoned that it wasn’t as bad to jerk off while watching (Y/N) as it was to actually sleep with her. Before I’d had time to evaluate my plan further, I’d noticed she was naked as she swam, and I’d had my dick in my hand in a flash. At that point, wanking hadn’t been so much out of an attempt to avoid direct temptation, but also out of some basic, primal desire to live. I couldn’t swim, and if I let my cock steer me into the water, I might well both drown and get (Y/N) pregnant.

Full of anxiety and a massive pressure in my junk, I’d beat my meat like a crazy person. That was, until (Y/N) had gotten too close. I hadn’t wanted her to see me, so I’d turned around the corner, eager to finish and not caring about the mess I’d make.

Then, of course, she’d somehow noticed I was there, calling me a pervert! Panicked and horny, I’d run off, dick still hanging out of my pants, still overcome with the desire to find a safe place to finish. I’d been so close, and this time I wouldn’t stop!

Her legs, her tits, that ass in the water… Unable to stop myself, I knelt in the locker room and started at it again, remembering (Y/N) under me, myself inside of her, fuck! I just had to get off, I was sure of it!

I heard hesitant steps, the moist slapping of a woman’s feet on tile, behind me, but I didn’t care at that point, I just stroked faster. At last, I felt a delicious release as I started to cum, my spooge spraying onto the ground in front of me. I groaned with relief and milked out as much as I could, little, white spurts coating my hand and my pants.

I was still dazed and euphoric when I heard a woman clear her throat. Shit.

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