I can’t believe what I’m seeing. I can’t fucking believe – what I’m smelling, either…

Jake gripped his knees with his paws where he sat, body still thrumming with the aftereffects of his workout. He could smell his own sweat just the same as usual, but then dominating over this was the rich, warm, salty spice of what could only belong to the wolfess who had strode so confidently into the locker room and taken her seat next to him, right next to me, right here on this bench, when we’re the only two in the entire room, the bra she wore soaked down between her breasts with dark dampness, each of the six nipples – Jake had counted – visible along her belly glistening with the same moisture, shorts dark as well. As soon as she had sat down, the mutt could feel the thick, humid heat radiating off of her, so intense that it had made him start to sweat again, too; but what held his attention over all of this was the distinct, lumpy bulge visible in the front of those shorts and squished down one leg.

That was the source of a lot of that sweat, and much of that scent as well. The wolfess stretched her arms over her head, leaned back, gave voice to a low, rumbling yawn – and the thick puff of fur jutting out from within her underarm trembled with the relieved tension, little beads of sweat rolling towards the ends of the matted fur, hanging there, dropping down to smack across the surface of the bench between her thigh and Jake’s. She stretched to one side and then the other, arms nearly brushing against his head, and once again puffed a thick cloud of sweat-dank scent across him; he squeezed his legs closer together, swallowed as he felt his mouth watering, and leaned in just a little bit, so slight that he was certain she wouldn’t notice. A little bit of a tilt of the head too, though he kept his eyes fixed on his open locker; a twitch of the nose, a slow, careful inhalation…

...and the bulge in her slim-fitting shorts made tighter for the soaked fabric visibly pulsed, stirred, lifted out a bit. As if she were the only one in the world, as if Jake weren’t even there, the wolfess relaxed again, hummed to herself, and slid one paw down her slickened belly, thumbpad brushing across a full half of those extra nipples. Her fingers would have slipped easily beneath the waistband of her shorts, if not for the equally thick, dense ruff of pubic fur that puffed out as soon as she lifted the material: Jake reared back a little bit with the visible curl of steam that swayed up from down in there, soaked fur parting around the base of her plump sheath glistening with gathered wetness, full balls sagging so loose, so heavy beneath her gathered body heat that as she shifted, one of them crept slowly out the other leg of her shorts.

She dug her paw down into the crevice between sheath and thigh, scooped there, scratched, then reached around to drag that stray escapee back up towards herself, and cupped both briefly together – all the while Jake continued watching, now with his head fully turned and mouth agape, all pretense of not noticing completely dropped. His ears perked towards the wolfess’s gentle scoff; realizing what he was doing, the mutt blinked, clapped his mouth shut, briefly glanced at her – saw her knowing gaze, the smirk lifting the corner of her mouth, the amusement in her eyes – and swiftly moved to stand up and leave the locker room.

Before he could do anything, though, the wolfess dropped her other arm around his shoulders, sweat-soaked fur searing through his own and swiftly dampening his shirt. One quick tug brought him in towards her body, and then a small twist and jerk left his short muzzle buried fully in the dense, damp bush of her underarm fur, so he had no choice to breathe the scent of her sweat straight from the source. High and rich, sharp, sour, salty, it was so strong that he could taste it: beads of wetness dripped across his nose, his cheeks, his lips, his chin, and when his lips parted open so he could take a breath through his maw he tasted her as well. Each inhalation forced his snout to wrinkle further, scent so sharp it seemed to coat the inside of his nose and mouth; his sighs became low, shuddering moans, his legs spreading back open, his own shorts tented with his insistent arousal.

The wolfess’s paw fell from the back of his head where she had yanked him in, though still she kept him in place with that other arm wrapped firmly along his neck. Head almost literally in a fog, Jake’s watering eyes fluttered partially open, then drifted shut again; damn, he thought, feels like she’s not just here at the gym to show off… and distantly he felt her grasp his wrist in her paw, guide him over, and then press him directly up against the front of her soaked shorts.

Of course from there she did not need to show him what to do. Nose buried, mouth open, idly sucking the sweat from the thick, matted fur of her underarm, Jake swallowed once more, then squeezed his paw around her sheath. Bigger than me… he thought, then slid down to scoop the moist fabric in along her sack. Goddamn, I think… just one of her balls is bigger than both of mine… and she’s sagging so low that I could probably swallow one, and…

And the gathered moisture seeped slowly through the fabric when he squeezed, welling up slightly discolored to roll across his fingers. The wolfess rumbled again and lifted into his paw, and he could feel the thick, plump lips of her sheath slip back across her tapered tip. Then once more, and again, and her paw freed from guiding him around, slipped her fingers beneath her bra by one of her breasts, slid around towards the side where she kept his nose buried, lifted the fabric a little bit there-

-and Jake gasped, swallowed, gasped again, and this time opened his mouth and tilted his head to seal his lips around her underarm, hips thrusting, body bucking, hard cock twitching, trembling, pulsing – then shooting, his first spurt short and quick, the second full, the third jetting through the tented fabric of his pants as he sucked the sweat out from her underarm, flooding into his mouth like so much of his hungry saliva.

The wolfess scoffed again, flicked an ear, and then finally released his head from beneath her arm. “Cute,” she purred, then stood up; Jake nearly fell over where he sat, body trembling, pants soaked, mouth burning. “I’m here every Tuesday, Thursday, and Sunday. I expect the same of you.”

Her tail caught his chin as she walked away, once again wafting her scent across him.