[Str8] Cross post from /r/dirtywritingprompts, A night at the gym .

*** I made this as a reply in dirty writing prompts, but thought it would be nice to post it here, too, since i'm and attention whore. Hope you enjoy ***

I didn't want to be that creep at the gym, staring at this beautiful girl, and with no one else there it would be super obvious if I did.

I usually had the place to myself this late, free from distraction. She was a hell of a distraction though. It was impossible to miss her the moment she entered the door, matching black top and yoga pants, dirty blonde hair up in a pony-tail. She walked like she meant business, ear buds already in. This girl was obviously here to work out, and I had her pegged as a cardio-bunny immediately.

Doing my best to ignore her, I focused on my Arnold Presses, starting with a modest 15 pounds in each hand. I assumed she would be walking right past the weights section and into the treadmill room, but to my surprise stayed, picking a fixed weight barbell off the rack opposite me. I could see both her and myself in the mirror, but I did my best not to look at her. Her wall, however, was just a picture mural of a sandy beach.

She began a set of overhead presses. An odd choice for a girl, but she moved the 60 pound weight easily enough to show that she had done it before. I found myself staring at her back, her blonde hair striking against her black clothing, toned arms with a touch of sun kissed tan to her otherwise fair skin. I blew past my 25 reps, mesmerized by the motion of her ponytail as she lifted.

Regaining my focus I finished my 25 by 6 of presses and moved into light front raises alternated with tricep concentrations, a warm up for my favorite meal of the evening, bench press.

My eyes flicked over to her again. She was doing dumbbell raises now, bent over, back towards me. Goddamn damn her ass looked fine, with the yoga pants exposing and highlighting every curve of her firm rear. If she saw me looking now I would definitely be a creep. I continued my own workout, fighting the temptation to gawk, allowing myself only occasional glances.

But what did she do next? Squats. It had to be squats. It was goddamned unfair. If her ass looked nice bending over… well, the vibrancy and concentration of motion brought on by her below parallel squats skyrocketed her ass to sublime. The motion was entrancing, intoxicating. Her ass was the tighter than a drum, but as round and athletically full as any I had ever seen. During her lifts the trim of a hot pink under-armour wicking layer peaked out from beneath her black tank top. Somehow that was all it took, that flash of hot pink was the last straw; I was definitely hard.

I had to do something else now, to let my boner die down. I definitely couldn't lay down and do bench press like that, it would look like a flipping boyscout tent. I did some seated curls, propping one leg up to conceal my erection.

She began a course of resistance band exercises. “Typical girl exercise,” I thought, as I continued my heavy curls. I couldn't help but admire how perky her breasts were as she did Flys, they had good size, but were amazingly visible despite the dark color of her top. Best of all, she was nipping like Jennifer Aniston in Friends, definitely not wearing a bra. It was awesome. Damn they looked good. And then suddenly her eyes met mine through the mirror. Fuck, I thought, caught. She left the room, walking to the lockers. I continued my curls in regret, assuming that she was going to leave for good, and maybe even report me to the staff tomorrow.

I got tired of curling, and set up to start my bench press warmup, figuring that what was done was done, and I might as well not risk losing my gains, too. If anything maybe the extra testosterone boost from eye-fucking that hottie would help me catch a new PR. I still couldn't get the picture of her bending over out of my mind, even as I started my sets. No panty lines, I remembered. Nice.

A few sets later, she came back from the lockers. But instead of heading out the door, she came closer to me.

“Hey, do you need a spot?” Wow, I said to myself, as if she were implying that she could even hope to lift my working set. But even so there was no way I would turn down a chance to be close to her, even if having her spot me would be useless.

“Uh, yeah sure. Just uh, hands off unless I saw something, and I don't need a liftoff.”

“Sure, she said, as she straddled me and sat down on my lap.

“Uh… Most people spot from up by the bar…” I said, shocked that she might have mistaken an old internet joke as being the way you are actually supposed to spot for someone. Not that I minded having her sitting directly on my junk, but there was no way I could keep my boner down, and that would be unforgivably embarrassing.

“I like doing it from here better. You know what they say, more testosterone.”

“Yeah, they do say that.”

“Well stop stalling and lift then.”

I couldn't even think of a response, so I did as she said and lifted the bar. It was difficult to maintain a proper arch with her sitting on me, but focusing on the lift actually helped to keep my dick under control. On my third rep she said “So why didn't you follow me to the lockers earlier?” I faltered, nearly dropping the bar on my neck, before recovering and racking it.

“Wow, not even a full set huh? I guess you need some more motivation.” She slid off of her perch on my lap, kneeling at my feet, and tugged my pants down as the went. My cock was instantly hard. “You keep lifting, and I keep sucking.” And suddenly her mouth was on my cock. I was stunned, staring down at her, slack jawed. She stopped and looked back up at me, smiling like a cherub in nude lip-gloss. “What? Too tired? Should I go?”

I ripped the bar out of the J holders and started pressing, and true to her word she started sucking again. But this was no half-hearted “let's get it over with” blowjob. This was the main goddamned event. She was inhaling my cock entirely, going up and down like a rodeo rider, slathering slick saliva across my shaft. I pounded out 5 reps it what must have been five seconds, but as soon as I paused to rack she stopped again.

“You've got to be kidding me,” I said, exasperated, my cock twitching in the empty air, inches from her smiling face, her slate blue eyes captivating beneath finely trimmed eyebrows. “Lift,” was the reply. And I did, for as long as I could, and as I neared cumming my arms burned and began to fail, and the harder I had to focus to move the bar up, the further and further I got from climax, even as she sucked me and rocked the head against the roof of her mouth and down into the back of her throat.

Finally I was forced to rack the bar or risk death, though it would have been a more glorious death than I could have ever hoped for.

“Oh that’s too bad…” she chuckled, “I could just tell you were so close.” She lifted herself up and climbed on top of me again, and began to grind against me. I could feel her puffy pussy lips even through her yoga pants. She rode far forward and back, starting from nearly by balls and continuing until my tip was nearly to her tailbone, having ridden against the entire blessed length. Her ass cheeks formed a warm valley, enveloping my cock. A few times she slowed, rose up, and took my cock in her hand, pointing it directly into her, and then lowered down, impaling my cock into the stretchy fabric that covered her vagina. I swear I almost had sex with her right through her pants. One time she instead aimed my cock directly into her ass, using her hand to rub my tip all across it, leaving faint streaks of precum.

“Wh-” I started to talk and she hushed me. “It's still my turn,” she said. She slid up me, and sat on my surprised face, pressing her crotch into my mouth, and rode me, making to lick her through her workout pants.

Soon she pulled them down and off, and pressed her crotch into my face.

The combined smell of her pussy juice mixing with workout sweat was tantalizing, electric, enveloping. I licked her pussy as hard as she had swallowed my cock, like any gentleman would, lapping at the clit, stroking her labia, pressing my tongue inside her. She rocked and rolled with my movements, nearly controlling them, but with each movement her crotch rose higher up my face, until her vagina was nearly on my nose. I turned by head up to continue licking her pussy, but soon realized what she was forcing me to do. I obediently followed the slickness of her pussy juice further down with my tongue, where it had mercifully sweetened and lubricated my task. Soon she was fully grinding her asshole onto my enthusiastically subservient mouth, my nose still buried in the tangy musk of her sweat glistened pussy.

With one hand gripping my hair, the other steadying herself against my chest she rocked her hips to ride her ass up and down my face. I happily licked across her hole, and pressed my tongue into it, so overwhelmed by her that I entirely forgot about my own forsaken erection.

Eventually she decided that she had had enough, and dismounted me. She removed one leg from the yoga pants, leaving them bundled around the other foot, and then laid back on an inclined bench. I stared dumbly at her, at a loss for words and actions both.

“Get the fuck over and finish what you started.” she demanded. I hopped up immediately, crossed the distance to her, and lowered down to bury my face in her again. “Mmmm, that's nice of you,” she said, “but its time for dick.” Hell yeah, I thought, assuming position on top of her, as she lifted her legs onto my hips. He pussy was already drenched and ready, I put my cock in place, and slowly began to push in, past her lips. She rode up and down with my as I rammed into her, smacking to my full depth in my eagerness. I put my hands up her shirt, aiming to lift it off over her head, to get a better look at that bodacious rack that hat tempted me earlier. She stopped my hands, “Girlfriends take their clothes off. Sluts get fucked with them on.” Yes fucking ma'am.

I kept at it, pounding her pussy, but somehow I couldn't approach climax. Something was missing, and I soon noticed what. Her slate blue eyes were staring at me, piercing me. She was expecting something more of me, demanding more. Just as it had earlier, it took a lot of clues for me to figure it out.

“Girlfriends get fucked in the pussy,” I told her, meeting her eye. She began to smile her coy cherub smile, baring a hint of incisor. She knew I had caught on. “Sluts gets fucked in the ass.”

And I did, I pulled my juice-slicked cock out of her pussy, lowered my aim, and pressed the tip against her ass. “Girlfriends get teased.” I said, she looked at me with an element of surprise obvious on her face. “Sluts get pounded into the floor.”

Luckily my earlier tongue bathing and her own arousal had suitably lubricated her, as the heavy, unrelenting pounding that followed needed it all. I went from entirely out to balls deep with nearly each thrust, and her coy nature crumbled. She squeaked and squealed and I rammed into her, gasping and moaning when I pulled out. She threw her head back and screamed into her own balled fist, her legs clamped against me like vice grips. Even after I had thrust balls deep she would manage to use her powerful legs to somehow force another inch of me inside her voluptuous ass.

She curled forward, grabbing me by the ears, looking me in the face with a fiercely determined and commanding stare. “I'm fucking cumming” she growled to me.

And I was going to as well, but not just yet. “Girlfriends get jizz shot on their tits,” I informed her, “hot fucking sluts like you get it all in their ass. “Oh my god.” she gasped, falling back to the bench, mauling her own breasts with her hands, now looking down at where my cock disappeared inside her.

I came as deep as I possibly could, and as I did her unattended pussy began to spasm and contract. She was clearly orgasming again, thoroughly enjoying the pulsations of my cock blowing shot after shot of cum into her guts.

I started to thrust in and out again, a final salute, reaming my cum back out of her asshole. It ran in rivulets down her crack, pooling on the bench beneath. I pulled out and admired the view of the cream pie, as she lay back breathing shuddering gasps.

We split my gallon jug of whole milk as we recovered, sharing a few nervous laughs while we exchanged names for the first time. She asked me for my number, which I immediately gave. “Are you going to call me for a date sometime?” I asked.

She smiled and shook her head. “Boyfriends get to go on dates.”

Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/3q08ke/str8_cross_post_from_rdirtywritingprompts_a_night