First Time Glory Hole Peek: Pool Locker Room Awakening

Sunday mornings at the pool. Mei and I, elite swimmers, always hit the water early after crashing in my tiny studio. Kept it chaste—no fatigue for our 4-5K crawl sessions. Vestiaires almost empty. We slip into the big family stall, wood-paneled blue, gaps at floor and ceiling. Bags down. I unclip my earrings. One drops. Bend to grab it. Spot male feet under the partition, toes pointed our way.

Heart skips. Straighten slow. Eyes scan wall—jagged holes at odd heights. Curiosity wins. Press eye to one. Narrow view: stranger’s hand grips his cock, half-hard. Stroking slow, up-down. It stiffens, thickens. Pulse races. Stand up. Whisper in Chinese to Mei: ‘Holes in the wall. Guy next door jerking off, watching us.’ Her eyes widen. ‘No way!’ Grin. ‘Voyeur. Wanna give him a show?’ Pause. ‘Hell yes. Undress me slow, touch me.’

The Nervous Approach

Position: me facing holes, Mei behind. Stall big enough for full view. She presses close. Fingers undo my shirt buttons, one by one. Slides it off shoulders like silk. Goosebumps. Unknown eyes devouring me. Nipples tighten under bra. Her mouth nips my neck—shivers down spine. Fingers tease peaks through lace. Pussy floods wet. Half-closed eyes, imagine his fist pumping faster. Bra unclasps. Tits bounce free, hard tips begging.

I sway, grinding back. Her hands trail belly, dive into pants. Suck in gut. She works me hidden, I knead my breasts. Fabric tents over her fingers. Soak through panties. Wave crashes—bite lip hard, no scream. Orgasm ripples. She drops pants. Just panties now, clinging damp. Turn, strip her. Her pussy slick too. Both in undies. I sit bench, legs spread wide. Pull her between. Hands roam, mouth on neck. Fingers slick with her juice—light flicks. She tenses, thighs lock, cums shuddering into my palm.

She slumps back. ‘Don’t move. Look down.’ Focus. Piss gushes into my panties like a naughty kid. Soaks bench, her too. Her stream joins—hot flood fills my hand, spills cascading. Groan from next stall. Laughter erupts. ‘He lost it!’ ‘Bet his face when we pissed our panties after fingering like sluts.’

Strip bare, slip on swimsuits. Exit. Neighbor door swings—cute young guy emerges. ‘Good show?’ He blushes crimson, stammers. Mei: ‘Spit it out.’ We swim our laps. Post-swim, suits plastered tight. Showers. He’s there, sheepish. ‘Sorry for peeking. Can’t help loving naked girls.’ Mei: ‘We knew. Join next time—no holes.’ ‘Watch only, no touch.’ He nods.

The Explosive Instant

Back in stall. Door locked. ‘First, you piss your clothes for us.’ Panic. ‘Can’t go out wet.’ ‘Dryers.’ Hesitates. ‘Never done it.’ ‘Do it or leave.’ He caves. Towel off slow, stroking as Mei says. Cock rises huge from suit. We stare—hardens fast. Stop. Dress: tight black briefs strain bulge, jeans, white shirt.

‘Piss now.’ Strains. Nothing. Eyes shut, fantasizes. Dark patch blooms on jeans crotch, spreads. Hand dives to clit over wet suit. Mei kneels, palms stain. ‘Hot… good… never knew.’ Her turn. Sit her. ‘Piss your suit on me.’ Jet bursts Lycra. I press close—warm stream traces cleavage, floods tits. Yank suit aside, tongue dives. She bucks, cums muffled.

He’s out: pants open, briefs down, fist flying on rigid cock. Mei cups my pussy from behind, circles clit. Arm ’round waist, face on ass. ‘Your turn, Flo.’ Stare at his pumping hand nearing edge. Piss explodes from me, wild torrent. Can’t tell—piss or cum? His face twists, roar—ropes of cum spurt, knees buckle. I shatter too, collapse trembling.

Afterglow haze. Innocence shattered. New hunger awakened. Heart still pounds remembering that raw rush.