A Not So Private Moment

Gabrielle threw the towel in the woven basket and turned to leave the bathing area of the inn where she, Xena and Joxer were staying. Her ears perked at the sound of someone entering the bathing area, she jumped back behind the bamboo wall. Gabrielle saw Joxer enter, helmet off, in a white robe. He seemed so handsome in the steam of the hot bath area. That dominant slope of his nose and that rebellious dark mane of helmet hair. Truth be told, Joxer did seem to be a bit more of a warrior these days. At least to Gabrielle.

She watched intently. He swaggered over to the hooks and casually untied his robe. Joxer was naked. Gabrielle gasped through pursed lips as her eyes took in his solid buttocks. Her hand drifted down to her crotch. Joxer grabbed a dumbbell and began his ‘private’ naked work out. Gabrielle eagerly watched.

Watched as his muscles bulged. She was aroused, no question, at this display. Gabrielle found herself staring at Joxer’s cock, nestled in a cradle of dark-brown, nearly black curls. This was entertainment fit for royalty. She started to rub herself through her skirt. Gabrielle was very moist and tore her panties off, allowing her skirt to be pressed to her pussy. Her fingers slithered past the top hemp of her skirt and found her delicate love button.

Gabrielle wetted her fingers from her love lips and began to trace circles around her clitoris. In her mind, which was hazy with pleasure, he was putting on this display solely for her like a whore at a pub who gave Autolycus a sweet little lap dance. Gabrielle’s petals wept at the thoughts of Joxer’s cock driving into her. Him above her. Joxer and Gabrielle making sweet, sweet love. She neared her peak as his cock trembled and rose, growing thicker and thicker, in its cradle of curls. It was clear that Joxer was turned on.

He sat on the bench, facing Gabrielle! She felt her face become scalding hot, could Joxer see her? What would he say? By the looks of Joxer’s fully erect cock, probably nothing. It glistened and in the natural sunlight that fell in shafts in the bathing area of the inn, Gabrielle could see a vein or two. If he could see her, she slipped down to the ground, hiking her skirt up and spreading her legs as her fingers worked her vagina. Gabrielle was rewarded with Joxer pulling on his shiny thick penis.

She prayed he was a quick finisher, she had a hell of a head start. Gabrielle was almost there. She was hungry to see Joxer spout first. Gabrielle held off as long as she could, biting back her moans, allowing her juices to spot to the ground. She could take no more, tossed her head back and let out a wail of pleasure. When Gabrielle lowered her head, she saw him toss his head back and moan out her own name before spraying a fountain of white foam into the steam heavy air. Joxer stood on shaky legs, grabbed his robe and headed out of the door.

“Whoa!” she breathed.