Decide to visit the showers next.
From Create Your Own Story
You cross the hall to the opening that leads to the showers, towel around your waist. You feel more cum and some of the lube leak out of your ass, and shiver at the sensation.
There are two men in the square tiled room, and a wooden table against one wall where a few towels are been tossed to keep them dry. You put your towel there as well, now naked again, and turn to look at the two men already in the room.
They're using the two of the most central showers, though there's an empty spot between them, and they're both staring at you when you turn around. You swallow, a little surprised by the intensity of their gaze. They look like rough men in their mid forties - both of them have deeply tanned faces and arms, but paler skin on their chests, which are thick with muscle made from hard work, not from a gym. They obviously do some sort of blue-collar work. The one on the left is blond, with a crew-cut, though his chest hair is darker, and the one on the right has black hair that's a bit longer, though wet and pressed to his head it's hard to tell. They're both pretty well hung, and both of them are paying quite a bit of attention to their dicks with the soap just now, while they look at you.
"Evening," the dark haired one says, giving his dick a tug.
"Hi," you say, looking at both of them in turn. You walk as casually as you can to the shower closest to the door, and turn on the spray, washing the remnants of the cum and lube and spit off your body, not that it was probably obvious. You can't help but glance at the two men as you turn under the jet of water. They've both turned to face you, and have worked up a good lather around their cocks, which they continue to rub, not so much washing as stroking. Your eye drops to the blond man's dick, which is standing nearly upright, and he meets your gaze when your eyes flick back up again.
"You scared of us?" the blond man says, a smirk on his face.
You feel your face heat up. "Maybe a little. You guys look kind of rough," you admit.
"We are," the dark haired man says, giving his dick a good squeeze.
"You looking to get it rough?" the blond man asks you. His hand cups his balls.
You glance back, and see that the dark haired man is a step closer than he was. He's smiling, and giving your ass a good long look.
Suddenly, a voice sounds, startling all three of you. "The Midtown Spa is now closing," the voice declares. "Please gather return any keys and gather your personal belongings before you leave. Thank you for your patronage." You hadn't noticed a speaker before, but there's apparently one around here somewhere.
"Fuck," the blond says says. "Don't suppose you feel like hitching a ride with a couple of truckers?"
You say...
