Working out [F]rustrations

I’ve been told that an excellent way to alleviate sexual frustration is through exercise. And until today I’ve called “bull shit” on everyone who made this claim. I’ve been going to the gym for about two months now, and my sex drive is as persistent now as it was when I started. So today I took a suggestion from the comments on one of my last posts and brought my butt plug.

After I finished resistance training I ran back to the locker room and carefully slid my little silver friend into place​. Before going up to the cardio room I looked at myself in the mirror. My baggy gym shorts concealed the plug nicely. I was standing a little straighter, but other than that: there was nothing to leave anyone with the impression that I was working out with a sex toy. I took a deep breath, rolled my shoulders back, and left the locker room.

When I reached the tread mill I realized that my underwear was starting to ride up in the front, but didn’t think much of it. I usually choose one of the tread Mills at the back of the cardio room to avoid the enormous mirror at the front, but today all of the Mills at the back were full. So I looked myself in the eye, let out a slow breath and started the second half of my work out.

The gentle sway of my hips rolled the plug in a way which was both exhilarating and comforting. I saw myself blushing but knew that everyone else saw a young woman with a healthy flush. I pressed the cardio work out setting, the machine hummed as it increased the incline and whirred as it escalated the speed. I bit my lip, holding on to the heart rate monitors with a White knuckle grip. My panties were riding up further and further. Sweat was accumulating on my breasts and dripping from my bangs.

I looked in the mirror, everyone in the room had head phones on. It was still too risky to be loud, but the faster I went the more intense that rub and pull was. I found myself panting bodily. My heart beat was reading over 180. A slight moan escaped and my eyes shot to the looking Glass. Everyone was casually minding their own business. An older gentleman was even reading a book. I kept jogging. The wave of ecstasy struck again, harder than the last time.

I was covered in sweat, panting heavily, red as a beet, and had just climaxed in a room full of people without​ anyone noticing. I could feel the wetness between my legs. My pussy was still pulsing, and my hands were shaking. I had only been on the tread mill for fifteen minutes.

I pressed the cool down button and watched my speed slow from 6 miles per hour to five, then four, and so on until I was placidly shuffling at a mile an hour. I climbed down and went back to the locker room for a long hot shower, smiling at anyone that made eye contact on the way there.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/5zu03b/working_out_frustrations