I wandered through the hallways, I knew there had to be a way for us to get together. The pool was deserted but so many rooms overlooked it's sensual wetness. I took the farthest back corner path I could find. Suprisingly it lead to a work out room, not suprizingly the workout room in the farthest darkest corner was empty. It twisted around from it's doorway so no one could see in and in the far corner was a mat and the bathrooms. It was perfect. Now all I had to do was lure you down here.

Ring. Ring. It sounded like a normal telephone on my end but I was certain your phone was singing some crappy pop song you'd downloaded. I briefly imagined stomping on the person who made the song.

"Hello" your strongly masculine voice answered. My insides started to melt from the sound alone. I wanted you, every solid inch of you inside me. And all from just the sound of a single word.

"Hi" I breathed back momentarily lost before I could speak again. "We're alone" I finally intoned after I could hear the question in your silence. "we could. . . ." I left the intention hanging, knowing you'd fill in the blanks.

Even tho the conversation always started with you telling me we couldn't, I somehow hoped you'd just say yes and take me without any discussion whatsoever of logistics. "We can't," you start and I roll my eyes with the inevitable disappointment. "What if we get caught? Do you want to explain what is going on or should I?"

"Shut up and just take me already!" I want to yell.

"Well there is that." I say instead. "But you see there's this really nice little spot. And you know how important it is to "exercise"." I flirt.

The conversation goes on. You telling me no, me telling you about my tiny little nighty and no panties. You telling me no, me telling you about how wet I am just thinking about you. You telling me no, me telling you about that sweet spot right here, as I moan into the phone. You telling me no, me laying down on the workout mat and running my hands up my soft freshly shaved legs.

You telling me you're going to bed and hanging up, me cursing you for the answer I knew you'd give anyway. What is it that still makes me ask? I lay there rubbing my bare legs working slowly up my inner thighs cursing you as I begin to play with myself.

"Tell me no," I rant as I reach my wetness. "I don't need you anyway." I curse as my fingers caress my clit. "uuuh, it's your loss." I sigh heavily as my breathing increases. "You couldn't, ooooh, have me, uh, anyway!"

I continue rubbing deeply against my clit while sliding another finger inside. "You're, Oh God, not worth it, OH God, anyway." I let the sexual tension and ire at being rejected rise together. "OH God, you fucking, oooooh, don't have what it takes, OOH, to give it to me, OOH GOD, anyways. " My legs twitch with the tightness, my breasts are begging to be rubbed and I can barely even curse you between sighs of pleasure. "OH GOD" I cry out as I think about your cock inside me, as I imagine you there rubbing every part of me, in and out with a frantic pace, all I can think about is you, wanting you. "OH GOD!" I cry out one more time as the orgasm washes over releasing all the pent up anger and tension.

"Heh, didn't need you." I say to myself as I start back, thinking about knocking on your door.