Gym Seduction Turns into a Parking Lot Fuck [mf]

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Working out has always been a big turn on for me, but ever since an unexpected gym encounter, it’s been damn near impossible to keep my head focused when I’m there.

That place is kinda sexual if you think about it. Rhythmic sounds of pounding and grunting. Bending. Thrusting. Stretching. Heavy breathing, exposed skin, flushed cheeks. Flexed bodies dripping with sweat. That exhausted sense of relief. Endorphins. Adrenaline. Good kinds of pain. And of course the guy running backwards on the treadmill in khaki pants and polo, but…we’ll disregard that?.

It had been 3 weeks since the first time I saw her walk into the gym. Ponytail pulled high, white tank top hugging her athletic frame, and short black shorts that should come with an admission price. She had a body that showed hours of dedication to her fitness, and each curve stretched the fabric exactly how Lulu intended. Firm and fit were the only two words that came to mind. Her demeanor said that she was here to work, a stern expression on a face that was as beautiful as the rest of her body. And even though I was mid-sprint on the treadmill, I found a half-breath to impulsively mutter to myself, “God damn.”

After week one, I knew the 4-day pattern of her workouts. Day 1: Arms/abs. Day 2: Cardio/abs. Day 3: Legs. Day 4: cardio/abs. Repeat. She was no-nonsense, headphones in, perfect rhythm, perfect form, always looking straight into mirrors. Never at guys, always through them.

After week two, I knew the rotation of her wardrobe. The same style of tight tank, barely reaching her waist. And the shorts…damn, the shorts. I began to associate days of the week simply with the color that covered her butt. Not once had I gotten a peek beneath them, but I already knew every detail of that ass, just colored in daily shades of black, grey, pink, blue. Repeat.

After week three I knew her first name, the interior color of her car and what her lips looked like wrapped around my cock.

Which brings us to today, a Pink Day. In the farthest corner spot of this dimly lit gym parking lot, her head bobs up and down in my lap, while my favorite color of her shorts sways in the background. Just minutes ago I had a front row view of her slow, steady pace as she seduced the entire gym with her squats, lowering her ass to just inches above the floor before clenching and thrusting herself upward. Three seconds down. Hold. Three seconds up. Hold. Now on her knees in the back of her SUV, her head moves at the EXACT same rhythm. As if I’m her mirror, she stares confidently into my eyes. Never breaking contact. Never changing pace. Up, down, up, down, treating my cock like it’s just part of her workout. Her lips firmly grip me and I wonder how many reps until I finally give out.

See, I don’t make a habit of approaching women at the gym. Don’t get me wrong, I’ll exchange a flirty smile, the occasional sly mirror glance, and I’ve been guilty of a few water fountain detours when I already know that my bottle is already full. But I never interrupt, never distract. Just here to work, and if it comes with a good view, so be it!

And since she first came onto my radar, I’d seen my new gym crush repeat the same disinterested earbud removal at least 30 times to half-heartedly address the comments of strangers. She wasn’t here for socializing. The bros loved her, the trainers flirted with her, even the other women were constantly admiring her. Grunts became louder and weights seemed to slam harder whenever guys saw that she was near. Seemingly immune to the attention, she was here to work hard, sweat, look sexy, and go home.

I’ll confess that it wasn’t unusual for me to claim a bench near her only to then find myself trying to come up with what exercise I could now do from that spot.
And of course there were a few times I swear I caught her peeking up at me between sets while sipping from her bottle. Then there was the day she caught me watching her on what guys just know as “The Sexy Machine,” as her thighs slowly parted and then closed (you know what I’m talking about ?). But sneaky glances aside, I assumed she saw me as one of the rest, and I simply admired her from a distance.

For days, I went home so horny. I showered, ate and spent the rest of the night frustrated at the shitty state of “gym porn” on the internet. I stroked myself, edged as long as I could and then came so hard to blurry fantasies of fucking her on a gym bench. Then a gym shower. Then a gym rowing machine. You get the idea. I fucked her all over the empty, completely sanitized, definitely not nasty, absolutely realistic gym surfaces?

Then one day – a Blue Day – things escalated, and I saw her break character for the first time. It was subtle at first, but unmistakable. As she sat on the bench resting, I walked between her and the weight rack. Her head raised slightly, and her eyes narrowed as her teeth lightly bit into her bottom lip. I re-racked my weights and started walking back. Her eyes met mine for a half-second. Then she calmly lowered her head, adjusted herself on the bench, and a subtle smirk spread across her face.

I settled into a new machine just a few feet away, but my eyes never left her.

Dumbbell in hand, with one knee on the bench and one foot on the floor, she leaned forward, ass sticking out. Each time she did a tricep kickback she raised her head and looked me dead in the eyes. After ten reps, she switched hands and turned around so that her ass was facing me. I saw the bottom edge slowly creep up and give me the first little tease of her ass. Not a single one of those shitty gym pornos came close to the scene unfolding in front of me. Then she looked over her shoulder with a smirk and counted off 10 more. If there was ever any doubt as to what she was up to, it was now gone. She finished her last set, stretched her arms above her head while pressing her chest in my direction, and then confidently walked toward me. Our eyes were locked for the 10 feet she moved, and as she passed me she just said, “spot me for leg day tomorrow?”

I turned to watch her walk away, jaw hanging, cock growing, and wondering what song was keeping the beat in her earbuds to that swaying blue ass of hers.

That night’s fantasies involved an after-hours gym, an empty shower room, and her wet body bent over while taking my cock from behind. The showers were impeccably clean and there was definitely not bacteria all of the place? I fell asleep, and when I woke up, it was leg day. And Pink Day.

I struggled through a day at work, and got to the gym 30 minutes earlier than usual. After claiming a squat rack, I sat down and started a quick set of stretches. No sooner than I was touching my toes, a set of keys and a water bottle dropped to my right. After a few unnecessarily seductive stretches, she slowly peeled her long-sleeve shirt up her body and then lifted it above her head. I was expecting the usual tank, but holy fuck. Her slow motion strip revealed nothing but a tight little sports bra and the most perfect set of abs I’d ever seen. She must have come straight from the treadmill, because her stomach and arms already had the sexiest layer of sweat.

Not quite knowing what to say, I just offered a smirk, my hand, and my name, “Jackson.”

“Kate,” she responded. “Spot each other?”

I nodded as my eyes not so subtly moved down her body, and we started to add weights to the bar.

I can only describe what happened next as the most erotic 2 minutes that will ever occur in a gym.

I’d seen her do this before with no help. Never had I seen her ask someone for a spot, and she clearly did not need mine. Yet the first thing she said was “move closer.” I moved into position behind her so that my arms were hovering around her hips. She took one step back, her ass grazing my thighs, and slowly lowered herself down, keeping contact the whole way. “Oooookay, so this is what we’re gonna do,” I thought to myself. My hands wasted no time finding her hips, and we moved back up together.

She handled the first few reps with the same sexy, confident ease I’d seen these past few weeks. My hands on her, we continued to move in rhythm, slowly up and down, her ass pressing so close to my cock. Over her shoulder, I watched her in the mirror, and just like yesterday, her eyes confidently locked onto mine as she finished her fifth rep. Sure it wasn’t sex, but that’s the only thing either of us were thinking about.

I could feel her breathing become labored over the next few reps, and her forehead showed a few drops of sweat.

“Three more.” I encouraged, my hand possibly drifting to support her ass.

As she moved down again, she rubbed against my cock, and she flashed a devilish grin in the mirror.

Her muscles strained on the next upward push and my hands took a firm grip on her lower back.

“C’mom. Push”

It was so erotic to see her eyes narrow as a look of determination and slight pain spread across her face. And I cannot describe what it felt like when those little drops of her sweat started to hit my arms as I guided her down.

“All the way down,” I coached. “Deep squat.” I encouraged her lower

The fabric started to inch up her wet body beneath my hands. The sweat started to flow down. Her cheeks were flushed and her eyes were intense. All of these details that had escaped me while watching her at a distance, they all came flooding into my head. With just one rep left, I suddenly realized how hard I was getting. Any attempt at concealing it was lost when she dropped into her final squat and pressed back into me. Now with both hands and my cock firmly pushing into her back, we lifted up together. Her legs quivered as she struggled beneath the weight. My mouth close to her ear, “Come on. Push.”

Her body responded to my voice and the firm pressure from my hands. Her eyes clenched. Her ass and hamstrings tightened. Through gritted teeth and rapid breaths, she pushed up, and in one last thrust, proudly locked her legs straight. They were still trembling. She took several deep breaths, and then we returned the bar to the rack.

I tossed her towel and she caught it with a familiar coy smirk. She slowly tilted her head back and ran the towel along her neck and down her chest. I couldn’t look away from the sweat that had pooled between her tits and the wet spot at the top of her sports bra. She pushed the towel as deep into this gap as the material would allow, dabbing her chest dry. This woman had me in her sights and she knew exactly what she was doing.

“Need me to take care of that for you?”

At first I didn’t realize what she was talking about. Then a familiar pressure down below reminded me of what her ass had just just caused. My cock was pressing straight out against my shorts. Anyone could see. I saw her bite her lip for the second day in a row. Then she walked over to me, knelt down to pick up her keys and water bottle, and kept her eyes on mine as her face stopped inches from the uncomfortable bulge. On her way back up, one hand playfully tugged it through my shorts, begging me to follow her. This workout was over, but I was certain that a new one would be starting soon.

I mindlessly followed her as we wound our way through the gym and out the door. We walked past the busy part of the parking lot until there was nothing but empty spaces and a lone SUV in the last corner spot. This was planned.

My ears were pounding as hard as my cock was throbbing. She reached for the rear passenger door, opened it and crawled in. I followed. No sooner than I had closed the door, she was on her knees tugging my shorts to my ankles. And as much as I would love to describe this blowjob to you a second time, I’ll come back to where we left off.

After her lips had brought me to within seconds of cumming, she stopped and pulled away. Next thing I know, a pair of pink shorts had been tossed into my face, and she is now bent over the center console.

“Pocket,” she says

I reach in, and of course she has a condom waiting.

I catch little glimpses in the rearview mirror of those same wicked eyes that were watching me in the gym. She begs me to fuck her. I do. Then she begs me to fuck her harder. I pound her. Every. Single. Pent. Up. Dirty. Thought. With each thrust I take it out on her for all these days of torture. And this is exactly what she’s been wanting. It’s almost as if she’s wanted this for longer than I have.

This car feels like it’s rocking. I wonder how it looks to someone from the outside. I’m practically driving her over the console and into the dashboard now. Both of her hands are splayed out across the front. One on the steering wheel. One of the glove box.

Any privacy these fogged windows would have given is betrayed by her loud moans. I feel her pussy start to squeeze me tighter. One loud shriek and then she goes silent as her body winds around her orgasm. Just when I think I can’t hold back any longer, she begs me to cum with her. I pull out and lose control. My cum shoots across her ass and up her back. I can feel my legs shaking. I can see hers shaking. This time it’s not from the squats. Our breaths slowly calm. I reach for the pink shorts that have caused me to cum many times before now and slowly use them to clean off her back. She crawls into the passenger seat and turns to face me.

“Cardio tomorrow?”

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