I finally stood upright, leaning against the cubicle side, wearing cum-soaked shorts and with cum leaking through the fingers of my right hand. I was heaving for breath and my head throbbed; it was the most amazing experience I can remember, at least where no-one else was present in the room at the same time!
I took the shorts home in my bag after cleaning myself up and I was tempted to keep them to wank into again and again. But then I had an idea. I took them back to the pool last Monday and I hung them back on the wall – but at the other end, on a different hook from the one he left them on. When I went swimming again today, they were gone. Were they retrieved by their original owner or discovered by someone else?
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