[F4M] The old pool janitor…

The indoor pool was quiet that morning, wrapped in a haze of warmth and drifting steam. I moved through the water with effortless grace, my dark hair slicked back from my face, droplets sparkling against my skin beneath the soft overhead lights.

For a moment, I simply floated, enjoying the rare feeling of having the place almost entirely to myself.
Then I reached the edge and pulled myself from the pool, water cascading from my body as I grabbed a towel. I paused to catch my breath, brushing wet strands of hair away from my eyes before wrapping the towel securely around myself.

The changing rooms waited beyond a glass door.
I slipped inside, the faint click of my footsteps echoing between rows of wooden cubicles as my puffy pink nipples jiggled with each step turning rock hard in the open air. The air was warmer here, carrying the clean scent of soap and chlorine.
I chose an empty cubicle near the end of the row and stepped inside, closing the door behind me.
As she reached for my bag, I heard movement in the cubicle beside me.

I imagined another woman beside me going about her day getting dressed as I dabbed my wet body with my fluffy towel. Innocently unaware of the old pool janitor peering through the tiny hole in the cubicle wall. His face wrinkly as he grinned watching me, moving his hand to his growing bulge to give it a slow rub through his janitor suit….