**Changing Room Secrets**

The gym was nearly empty that night—just me and a handful of regulars finishing their workouts. I’d been crushing on this girl, Leah, for months. We were friendly, but not exactly friends, just the kind of casual gym acquaintances who exchange nods and small talk between sets. But tonight, I was lingering a little too long, watching her stretch in those tight leggings, her ass flexing as she bent over to adjust her shoelaces.

I finished my shower and wrapped a towel around me, heading back to the changing stalls. That’s when I heard it—soft, barely-there gasps. I froze, listening. Then, unmistakably, the slick, wet sound of fingers moving between thighs.

Leah.

She was in the stall next to mine, biting back moans, her breath hitching. My pussy clenched instantly, heat rushing through me. I shouldn’t look. I *definitely* shouldn’t. But my body moved on its own, pressing my eye to the sliver of space between the stall door and the frame.

She was fucking breathtaking.

Leah was sprawled on the bench, one leg hooked over the edge, her fingers working her pussy with slow, slick strokes. Her pretty pink cunt glistened under the dim fluorescent lights, her clit swollen and begging for more. She had two fingers buried inside herself, fucking in and out while her thumb circled her clit—hard, fast, like she was desperate.

I bit my lip, my own fingers itching to touch myself. I wanted to watch. *Needed* to.

Then her eyes fluttered open, locking right onto me through the gap.

She *saw* me.

For a second, I thought she’d scream, slap the door shut, call me a creep. But instead, she smirked—slow, wicked—and spread her legs wider. “Like what you see?” she purred, her voice husky with need.

I swallowed hard, nodding.

“Then get in here,” she demanded.

I didn’t hesitate.

My stall door clicked open, and I slipped into hers, my towel falling away as I dropped to my knees between her legs. Up close, she smelled like sweat and arousal, her pussy glistening, begging for my mouth. I licked a slow stripe up her slit, tasting her, and she *moaned*, grinding against my tongue.

“Fuck, yes,” she gasped, tangling her fingers in my hair.

I sucked her clit into my mouth, swirling my tongue around the little bud while my fingers slid inside her. Her cunt was so fucking tight, her walls pulsing as I curled my fingers, hitting that spot that made her cry out.

“Oh shit—*yes*,” she whimpered, rocking into my face.

I could feel her getting close, her thighs tensing, her breath coming in ragged gasps. I sucked harder, fucking her with my fingers, and she arched off the bench with a broken cry, her pussy clenching around me as she came.

Panting, she pulled me up, kissing me hard. I could taste myself on her lips as her hands slid between my thighs, her fingers finding my soaked cunt.

“My turn,” she growled.

And fuck, was she good at this. Two fingers plunged into me, her thumb grinding against my clit in tight circles. I gasped, my hips bucking as she fucked me fast and deep, her other hand gripping my ass to hold me still.

“You’re so fucking wet,” she murmured against my neck, biting down just hard enough to make me whimper.

I came hard, my pussy clamping around her fingers, my whole body shaking as she worked me through it.

When we finally pulled apart, both of us breathing heavily, she smirked. “Same time tomorrow?”

I grinned. “Fuck yes.”