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I always swam later in the evenings. As an otter I should be proud of my swimming abilities, and yet I can't help but be ashamed of my own skills in the water. I was a late learner though, as an early life viewing of Jaws saw to my fear of water. Oceans, rivers, pools... I know its a bit shameful. There is no way for a shark to get into a pool anyway. But while I understand that now, my five to ten year old self was having none of that. Logic is non exsistant in the mind of a young child once an idea rooted itself in its place.

Anyway, one night I had just gotten out of the pool. I wasn't the last one in, but by that time at night there weren't many people there. It was easy to get in a swim lane all to yourself. Hell you could get a good lane or two separation by this time of night. It also meant the locker rooms were decently empty as I headed back for a shower. Nothing soothed the muscles after a hard swim quite like a shower.

After grabbing my shower kit I pulled down my trunks and stepped I to the decently sized shower area. It was a nice area, a few stalls for privacy and one of those strange waterproof bath mats that hurt your feet when you walked to your selected stall.

I took the stall against the right wall, the farthest from the shower entrance, and turned on the water. As the water heated up I hung my towel over the rod to the shower curtains and stepped into the stall, testing the water with my hand. Seeing as the water was a nice hot tempature I bent down and let my black haired head slip under the hot torrent of water that poured from the shower head.

As I began to rinse my hair a bit before grabbing the shampoo and squirting some onto my head to lather up I heard the door creak open and the sound of footsteps slapping against the floor. "It was probably one of the older men who liked to float in the water or do their water aerobics." I thought to myself. They were usually in a little later than this but perhaps one had a cramp or wanted a little extra sleep that night.

Soon I could hear their wet footsteps enter the shower area as I kept working up a thick lather on top of my head. The footsteps came closer and closer as I washed up, soap dripping over my eyes as I heard the shower curtain to my stall open.

"Hey! Occupied. Find your own shower." I then heard two wet footsteps on the shower floor as the intruder stepped in with me. "You looking for something? Speak up! I'll look for it if you- I felt fingers press against my lips as a body pushed up against mine. "Shh..." Came a soft voice, and it certainly wasn't that of an elderly person, it wasn't even male. I was doubtful that some woman would walk into the men's locker room and into my shower, until she let her body meet mine. I could feel, pressed into my chest, two soft round breasts, and a slim form. Any doubts I had before as to her sex were disapated as her Crotch pressed against my thigh, her wet swimsuit clinging to her sex making it clear, even without my eyes that this was most certainly a woman.

I couldn't speak, I couldn't move. Before me was some mystery woman. What was she doing in the men's changing room? What was she doing in my shower!? I felt her slim fingers trace from the front of my lips over my mouth, and down my neck, before they pressed on my chest gently, pushing me back into the water from the shower head. My head was cleared of the suds that had left me so volunerable. And slowly as they cleared away I gained the courage to open my eyes. To see who this mysterious woman was.

She was a yellow lab. A fine shiny golden coat and a lovely crop of wavy golden brown hair coming down to her shoulders. Her black two piece creating a wonderful contrast to her bright coat. As I was about to open my mouth again she put her fingers again to my lips, silencing me. She looked down my body and saw my cock, slowly poking free of my sheath. I blushed suddenly feeling much more exposed. I was aware that I was naked the whole time, yet it was only as she looked me over that I felt naked.

Slowly she let her fingers trace down my chest, and down my belly as she made her way toward my growing erection. She stopped just above it, her eyebrow cocking as of to ask me permission. Wordlessly I simply nodded, too memorized, and honestly, by this point to turned on to say no. She smiled as she let her fingers slowly grip my sheath, stroking it gently. I let out a soft moan as I felt her hand caress my malehood, the shaft itself slipping farther and farther from its hiding place. I blushed as she looked my malehood over. It wasn't the biggest, but it was respectable at seven inches long.

She smiled at it before reaching behind herself to undo the strap to her top. She pulled at the string that bound her bathing suit to her chest, letting the small fabric cups fall. She wasn't huge either, a b cup by the looks of her. I didn't mind, smaller chests are beautiful, especially when they go on a sleek body like hers.

She let me look her over for just a moment before she got down on her knees, looking up at me with a smile and a wink from those deep brown eyes. Before I could really sort my thoughts, and consider what she was doing down there, she grabbed hold of my shaft, and gave it a long, slow lick. Her long canine tongue felt hot against my sensitive skin. Slowly that long tongue slid over my shaft, licking up from shaft to tip, before opening her mouth and slipping her lips around it. I had to grab hold onto the shower head to keep from falling on my ass, my knees about to give out as I felt that hot maw on my cock. She sucked hard on it, like she was trying to pull my cum right out of me. I had never had a girl do this before, I didn't know what to expect. But I didn't expect it to be this good. I don't know if she was just good at it, or if I was just that surprised by the sudden erotic turn my night had taken, but she only needed a good five minutes before I was holding her head as thick jets of cum erupted from my cock. I panted as I leaned against the shower wall. She had really done a number on me. She happily swallowed everything I had to offer before pulling her lips from my shaft with a small pop.

Though she wasn't done. She wasn't nearly done. She got back on her feet before slipping her fingers under the sides of her swim suit's bottom and slowly gliding it down to her ankles. She tilted her head and becomes me with her finger as she turned away from me. She planted her feet on the ground and put her hands on the wall opposite me, sticking her rear in my direction. It was clear what she wanted. And as my cock stopped deflating, and began to expand again, it was clear I wanted that too.

I was nervous in my approach. Not quite prepared for all of this. And she seemed to k ow what she was doing, I wanted to live up to her performance. I took a wide stance behind her, my throbbing member pressing up between her firm ass cheeks, right up to the base of her silky furred tale. I was glad she had sucked me off first, because I got the feeling that if she hadn't then I would have gone off right there. But being on my second round that hair trigger that I expected from this spontaneous sexual encounter was not present. I wasn't a man with endurance problems, but I never thought I would last long in a scene like this.

I felt her push her rump back into me, pulling me from my thoughts. I gave her a nod when I saw her looking back at me and slid my Shaft down her ass, lining it up against her sex. The folds of her womanhood seemed to radiate heat as it met my shaft. Slowly and softly I let myself glide in. She was already soaked, and so very easy to enter. That wasn't to say she wasn't tight. No her walls hugged my manhood in ways I had never felt before, but it seems the events leading up to this had left her quite prepared for me.

As my cock finally hilted I could hear a soft moan. She really was eager by this point. I pulled out after allowing her a moment to adjust. I pulled out till only my tip remained in before pushing back into her. I was quick to repeat this process again and again, setting a decent pace. The Shower room, once filled with only the sound of running water, was now echoing with the wet slaps of our wet bodies coliding with each other, and soft pants and moans from both of us.

Slowly I leaned down, draping myself over her. My chin easily reached her shoulder as I continued to rhythmicly Thrust into her. I could smell the chlorine of the pool in her fur as I buried my face in her shoulder. My hands reached around her front, grabbing hold of her breasts. They were a perfect size to sit in mybhands as she leaned forward. My fingers tweaked her nipples lightly before the hand moved to gently cup her breasts. I gave them a little squeeze, just to see how she reacted. A moan was what I got in response. Taking this as a request for more I let my fingers slowly kneed and massage the soft mounds as my thrusts grew faster and faster. I could feel her pressing her rump back into my every thrust, I could hear her pants become whines and moans more and more often. The walls of her sex squeezed and spasmed more and more against my shaft. I could tell she was reaching that peak, but I was reaching it faster. Much faster.

I began yo pant, trying my best to hold back from firing off into her before she was finished. It was then that I realized, I wasn't wearing a condom, and I didn't know what kind of protection she had, if any. i could feel that I had gone over that point of no return, my malehood tensing as it prepared to unload a second wave of seed. I moved quickly, pulling out of her. My cock throbbed and bumped her clit as my dick swung between her legs, throbbing with every gush of cum, making it pound against her little pleasure nub as I unleashed my load onto the shower floor. She was looking back at me dissapointed. Perhaps she had wanted me to finish inside of her, but I couldn't have known that.

I didn't want to leave her unsatisfied. She had worked to pleasure me through two organs, I owed her one.

I took hold of her and stood her up, her back to my chest. One hand held her up to me while the other traveled down between her legs. Her look of dissapointment seemed to vanish as my fingers brushed her sex. I gently pulled the both of us back into the running water, letting the heat and steam soak into our muscles as my webbed digits went to work, finishing her off. I let my thumb play with that little bundle of nerves as my fingers slipped into her depths. I could feel her heart beat against my chest as I flipped my fingers deeper and deeper. Her heart quickened with flick of my thumb. Every stroke of my probing fingers. Her knees were starting to shake as her breaths became deeper and faster.

I knew she had reached orgasm as I could feel her sex pull and squeeze my fingers. I had expeted some loud pleasure filled scream, but she just took a deep breath, her eyes shutting tight. Then she gave a low puppy like whimper. She seemed like she was concentrating on keeping quiet just as much as she was concentrating on riding that orgasm. It took her a few moments, in which she leaned against me for support, but finally she regained herself and stood up on shaky legs. She picked up her swimsuit, slipping the bottom on before slinging the top over her shoulder. I thought she was going to leave without saying anything to me. And when I grabbed hold of her hand, looking for something to say she turned, and kissed me. The Labrador had managed to take me by supprise once again as her tongue slipped into my mouth to play with mine. I had forgotten what it was I was going to say as our lips locked. And as quickly as it had started, it was over. And she was gone, the curtains swaying behind her.

I swim late at night. After most people leave the pool. I used to swim late because I hated my lack of experience in the water. Now I don't feel so bad for swimming late. Because I now swim late in the hopes that one day I will hear soft footsteps in the locker room. That as I lather up my head I will hear the curtains drawn as someone steps in with me. And I hope to again feel that familiar hand pushing me under the water to clear the soap from my eyes, and reveal a yellow lab, in a black bikini standing before me