My Shower with Tracie
By Dreamspinner and B. Dancer



I will always remember Tracie. Sometimes I wish I could forget her, but I
can't. This is why. About 7 or 8 years ago I was playing softball in a co-ed
league. Every team had to have at least two girls in order to play, and I was
one and Tracie was the other. I knew her from work and I knew she was gay.

She was about my height but more slender. She had thin but hard and
nicely-shaped arms and very strong legs she said she got from years of playing
volley ball. She told me she got into weights in college^×but mostly chest
stuff, which (according to her) helped in a way but overwhelmed what little
she had breast-wise.

One Sunday in the pre-season our team had to prep a field that had grown up in
weeds over the off season. After about an hour of working as a group, the guys
bailed to go get beer. One of them said that because drinking wasn't allowed
on the fields, they better not come back.

Being the 'responsible' women, Tracie and I stayed to finish the job. At
first, I was working over where third base would be and Tracie was over at
first. About fifteen minutes after the guys left, we'd worked our way around
the field and met on the pitcher's mound. As I remember it was about ninety. I
was in a bikini top, tank and shorts. Right about the time we met at the
mound, the heat got to be too much for me and I peeled off my tank and went
back to pulling up weeds, bent over at the waist in order to get my hamstrings
stretched out. Every so often, I'd look up and Tracie would be staring at me.
One time I stood up to stretch my back out and as I did, I realized that she
was really looking at me...as in 'looking' at me. And then I started looking
at her...as in 'looking' at her.

She was wearing a spaghetti strap top and it was so loose when she bent over I
could see all the way to her shorts. Her nipples were huge. When she was
standing straight up the sideways scene was flat except for her nipples, which
were about the size of a cap you would put on the tip of a Magic Marker. I got
to wondering if her nipple action was the result of my bikini top and asked
her if that's what was arousing her. She said it wasn't only that but my
muscular legs were driving her nuts, too, and asked if I wouldn't be more
comfortable in just my bikini bottoms.

I go over to where we have our water coolers and duck behind one of them and
slide my shorts off. Tracie gets water from another cooler and comes over
behind me. She drips a little down my back and then tells me to turn around.
She lets little trickles on my shoulders and then lets drops fall on my
breasts and my nipples come immediately to attention. I tell her that's not
where I need cooling off and pull the waistband of my bikini bottoms out about
two inches and she dumps the rest of the cold water right in there.

I say, "Turnabout is fair play," and move towards her with my cup of cold
water but she puts her hands up and says she doesn't have a change of clothes
with her. She says, "Let's play around in the showers here^×after all, it's a
pre-season weekend. No one else is around."

We get in my car and race over to the locker area and when we get there we
jump out and run in the women's bathrooms. Five seconds later, Tracie is naked
and already in one of the showers, which are separated by concrete walls. She
yells, "I want to clean off first, OK?"

The 'first' part doesn't sink in until I'm ready to walk in the shower area.
Tracie smiles and reaches into the shower next to hers and sets the water just
tolerable cold and then goes back in hers. I step in and it takes my breath
away.

After a few minutes she calls out, "You ready?" and I hear her water go off
and she comes around the corner and before I know it, she's in my shower with
me. She reaches up and turns the shower head so it's spraying right down
across her chest and leans back against the shower wall with her chest thrust
out. She's technically an AAA, but she really doesn't have breasts per
se...it's all pecs and those Magic Marker cap nipples sticking up like little
periscopes, and she's fingering them like mad with one hand, going back and
forth from her right to her left. By the time I get what's going on I see
she's got her other hand flicking away on her shaved pussy and then all at
once she starts shuddering and gasping for breath.

She drops her arms and says, "Ahhh," and shudders one more time. She rinses
off and says, "After watching you all day I just had to do that!" and motions
me to take my turn.

I step into the stream so the water drills down on my breasts. I'm just
getting into it when Tracie starts soaping me all over^×my back and the backs
of my arms and my butt and thighs and calves. It's more than a soaping and
less than a massage. "First time?" she asks, and I say no, but it's been a
while. "I can stop," she asks, but I say I'm fine and then I suggest we
reverse roles. "You sure?" she asks. I was sure.

She's obviously very experienced. She reaches up and grabs the shower head and
pulls on it which makes her chest and arms tense up and asks me to not be
afraid to give her 'a nice rub down.' Her chest is as tight as a board and
feels like one too^×except for her Magic Markers, and I get my hands all soapy
and feel around on her trunk as a warm-up and then reach up at her wrist and
bring my hands down to her shoulder with my hands wrapped around tight. I can
keep my fingers closed all the way down her arm except for the peak of her
biceps, her arm is that thin. I see she has nice little raised muscles that
run from her armpits halfway down to her waist and let my fingers run along
the length of them. "You like my lats?" she says.

I say 'yes' and really squeeze them and she gets tickled and wants me to stop
but I can't. This is the first time I've really been turned on feeling another
woman's muscles and I'm getting hotter by the second but at the same time I'm
feeling ashamed, like I'm doing something really, really wrong.

The turned on feeling wins for the moment and I say, "You've really got a nice
shape, Tracie," which makes her really pull down on the shower pipe and that
makes her lats get real hard and stick out even more.

I get in better position with one leg in between hers and run my hands from
her wrists down her lats and back again. She sticks her chest out like she's
asking to be felt up.

"You missed something," she says. I hesitate. She takes my hands and puts them
on her chest. "P L E A S E," she says. There's nothing there but nipples on
top of solid muscle. I make my fingers into a V and run them up her chest
until her nipples catch in the crotches of my V's and I squeeze my fingers
hard together like I do to my own nipples, and she gasps. I do it again and
she shudders and I feel her start to hump against my leg. I finger her nipples
and feel her springy muscle chest and then make little circles on top of her
nipples with my palms and she gets humping my leg harder and faster. I push my
thigh up against her crotch and she wraps her arms around my waist and jams
herself against my leg with all her force and suddenly she squeezes me so hard
I think I'm going to black out and then she screams.

I clap my hand over her mouth and say, "Are you crazy? Somebody's going to
come!"

She pulls my and away and laughs and says, "And that person would be you!" and
pushes me up against the shower wall and forces herself on me. Before I can
say 'yes' or 'no' she wriggles her hot tongue into my mouth and her soapy leg
pushes up between mine. When her thigh makes contact with my pussy, I start
humping reflexively. Her hands are everywhere^×feeling my arms, my tits, and
squeezing my ass and holding my face and she's kissing me so hard it hurts my
lips. I'm ashamed and exhilarated at the same time.

Her passion overwhelms me. I feel like I'm in way over my head and part of me
wants her to stop, but at the same time she's let something out that's been
hidden so long it makes me cry because it feels so good.

The waves come and I shudder, thrusting myself against her hard thigh, sobbing
like a baby. After the last wave has come and gone I just stand there with my
arms wrapped around her with water splattering in all directions. I can't
think^×all I can do is hold on to her. My eyes burn.

She winds her arms around my waist and I can feel how strong she is and I'm
getting hot again but I'm ashamed again. I'm thinking how delicious and awful
it is and how exhilarated and guilty I feel and I think I'm surely going to be
punished for what I'm doing when she kisses me on the mouth again and I melt
into her arms.

I'm hot and wet and I get off again and again, kissing her with my mouth wide
open and my tongue squirming around from one side of her mouth to the other
and my hands are all over her thin strong body and all the time I'm thinking
how cool this is and how I wished I'd been like this with another woman years
ago because it's so much better than being with a man.

All at once she draws back and says, "Pretend you're fucking me in the ass,"
and before I can say 'yes' or 'no' she turns around and bends over at the
waist. I reach out and grab her butt and feel how solid it is. I put my crotch
against it and bend over so my belly touches her back and run my hands down
the front of her thighs and start humping her and moments later I get off
again and I know my wet stuff is running down her legs but I don't care^×all I
can think about is Tracie screaming with pleasure again and how the sound is
echoing off the concrete walls.

She stands up and motions me to turn around. "I want to feel your legs," she
says. Her chest is heaving. She gets down on her knees and puts her hands on
my calves and tells me to rise up on my toes. I start going up and down and
her strong hands are all over my calves, feeling the ridges on the sides of
them and squeezing hard where the two big muscles end. There is something
about her touch that reminds me of something I did a long time ago and I feel
like I'm a naughty teenager again.

I reach up and grab the shower head and make the stream hit my breasts and
that is all I need. I go up on my toes as high as I can and my calves cramp up
and my ass shakes as I come again and Tracie says, "Good for you, honey."

I'm not sure how long I was tight up on my calves but they were sore for days
afterwards. On our way back to the field she told me she was in a relationship
but her partner was out of town for two weeks. She was caught up in the
moment, she said. It would be only a one-time thing, she said, and wouldn't
budge when I begged for more. I was real depressed by the time we got back to
the field.

It wasn't long after that she quit and went to work for a European-owned
company that provided benefits for couples of all persuasions.

The thing is, I dream about her. It's a recurring dream, and it's always the
same. In my dream, I hear her voice call out, "You ready?" and I hear her
water go off and she comes around the corner and before I know it, she's in my
shower with me. She reaches up and turns the shower head so it's spraying
right down across her chest and leans back against the shower wall with her
chest thrust out. She's technically an AAA, but she really doesn't have breast
per se...it's all pecs and those Magic Marker cap nipples sticking up like
little periscopes, which by now she's fingering like mad with one hand, going
back and forth from her right to her left. By the time I get it I see she's
got her other hand flicking away on her shaved pussy and then all at once she
starts shuddering and gasping for breath.

She calls out, "You ready?" and I hear her water go off and she comes around
the corner and before I know it, she's in my shower with me.

I hear her turn her water off and the next thing I know, Tracie's in my
shower.

She's in my shower, kissing me and telling me she loves me.

The end