Fun with my gym admirer [MF]

Monday and Thursday evenings. That’s generally when you’ll find me at the gym in my unit complex. I always pick the treadmill to the far right, the one by the floor-to-ceiling window that looks out over the complex. I choose that particular treadmill because I love peering up at all the units as I’m running, getting little snippets of my neighbours. I will often make up detailed stories of what their lives must be like, to distract me as my body screams out to me in pain. And as much as all these units are on display to me, I kinda feel like I’m on display to them too. I often imagine there are neighbours out there, watching me from the privacy of their living rooms as I work away on the treadmill, and continuing to watch me even after my run, as I move out onto the adjacent deck to do my cool down exercises and stretches. The thought of being watched always motivates me to keep my form and to keep running, but it also excites the inner exhibitionist in me. Working out always makes me a little horny anyway (I blame all the pheromones), but the thought of being watched just gets me really worked up.

And that’s where you come into the story. You live in the two-storey unit that is in direct line of sight from my favourite treadmill, and I regularly see you on your couch in the evenings while I run. We’ve bumped into each other in the complex before, but apart from the brief elevator small-talk, I knew little about you. As I’d plod along on the treadmill, I would often wonder more about you, like what you’d be watching on TV as you lazed about on those evenings. And, every so often, as I pondered and plodded away, I’m sure I’d see you looking in my direction.

As the weeks went by and I continued with my gym routine, I noticed that you would start appearing out in your ground-level courtyard as I neared the end of some of my gym sessions. Sometimes you’d be chilling in your hammock with a drink, at other times you’d be grilling something on the BBQ, and I became even more certain that I would catch you looking my way. Was it just a coincidence, or were you out there to get a better view of me doing my cool downs? You intrigued me. During my runs, my thoughts would start drifting more and more from trying to picture what you were watching on TV, to picturing you watching me. Picturing you staring at my body as I jogged, picturing your hands sliding across my skin-tight running shorts, picturing you bending me over the bench press… yeah, you were a pretty good distraction.

One particular day, after my gym session, I decided to take the longer route back to my unit, walking past your courtyard as you lay in your hammock. As I walked by your fence, I did the neighbourly nod of acknowledgement and shot you a little wave, then joked “I could sure do with one of those right now” while gesturing at your beer.

“Hold that thought!” you shouted, immediately jumping out of the hammock and disappearing into your unit. You were back again in a flash, dangling a crisp beer over the fence. I happily accepted the drink, as well as your invitation to join you in your courtyard while I drank it.

Now, while I’m sure it would have made for a much shorter and hotter story if I had just tried to get into your pants right there and then, you know that’s not what actually happened. In reality, I was tired, sweaty and definitely not feeling in a sexy enough state to be throwing myself at random neighbours. Instead, we just enjoyed our beers over some light banter, then I returned to my own unit to shower, and while all lathered up and naked that evening, I got myself off thinking about all the things I *wish* I had done to you earlier.

And so began the new gym routine. If you ever spotted me working out in the evenings, you would be out in your courtyard with beers for the both of us by the time I was out doing my cool downs. With each encounter, I’d get a little more exaggerated with my stretches to give you all my best angles, you’d get a little more overt with your ogling, we’d both get a little more flirty with our chats over drinks, and my dirty fantasies about you would get a little more frequent and explicit… yet neither of us ever made more of a move.

That is, until one day, where you had clearly begun occupying too many of my work thoughts too. I picked up some beers on the way home from the office and rocked up on your doorstep unannounced. When you opened the door, you were surprised to see me, and clearly not used to me coming in the front door as opposed to the back (#thatswhatshesaid).

“I felt I should pay you back for all those post-gym beers,” I explained, presenting the six pack as though it was a Wheel of Fortune showcase item.

“You shouldn’t have,” you said a little bashfully, “It’s just been nice having you to chat to.” AND to perve on, right?

“Care to join me for one right now?” you asked, taking a step back to open your door a little wider, “…As long as I’m not holding you up from a gym sesh, of course.”

“Haha, no, it’s been a long day at work, I think I’ll go straight to the beer”, I laughed, and stepped into your unit.

I took a seat on your couch as you broke into the beers. Your place felt immediately comfortable to me, perhaps due to all those evenings where I had chilled with you out in your courtyard, or maybe it was the fact that your unit was a carbon copy of my own, just minus some of my girly accessories.

“I hardly recognised you without your gym gear” you laughed, handing me one of the beers and taking a seat next to me. Then you quickly added “…equally stunning in your work gear, if you don’t mind me saying.”

Oh blush. I’m a sucker for compliments. You are definitely getting lucky tonight.

As I was feeling a little cheeky, I decided to address the elephant in the room. The giant, pervy elephant in the room. “So just to be super clear, you’ve definitely been checking me out at the gym, yeah? Like, we’re not even pretending that that’s not happening, right?”

“Haha, yeah guilty… but can you blame me? You look amazing.”

Again with the flattery. Slightly creepy flattery, but whatevs. I put my drink down on your coffee table and leant in to kiss you. I felt the taste of the beer on your lips, your tongue still slightly cool from your last sip. As we continued kissing, my hand drifted down to feel your bulge through your shorts. You let out a little groan as I felt you. You were already pleasingly hard.

I broke away from the kiss to unzip and step out of my skirt for better flexibility (pencil skirts can be sexy but oh so restrictive!), then knelt down on the ground in front on you in my little black lace g-string. Another sexy little groan escaped your mouth as you looked down at me, then you slid a little lower on the couch and spread your legs just that bit wider, as though you were inviting me in.

I massaged your bulge with the palm of my hand, feeling you growing underneath me. I licked up your thighs then planted slow kisses over your shorts as I neared your cock. I felt your bulge twitch through the material as I rubbed my lips against it. I absolutely needed it in my mouth right away.

I started pulling your shorts off and you were quick to assist. I took a moment to get a good look at your gorgeous cock in its entirety, before taking its tip in my mouth, sucking off the precum that had formed there. God you tasted good. I then continued slowly licking up the length of your shaft from all sides, holding eye contact with you as you watched back at me in awe. I would’ve loved to have seen your expression next as I sunk my mouth down onto your cock, taking almost all of it in my throat in one go. Aided by a lot of spit, my lips slid easily, messily, down the length of you. I began a steady motion, hungrily bobbing up and down your cock.

You reached out and grabbed for my ass, and I recall wondering how many times you had pictured doing just that in the past while I paraded myself in front of you while doing my cool down exercises. I know that I had pictured my lips around your cock on more than one occasion.

I took a deep breath before plunging down even further, continuing until I felt the tip of your cock press against the very back of my throat and I heard you groan a breathy “holy shit”. I held you there for a few seconds, drew back, swirled my tongue around your tip, before deepthroating you again. Then I did it again. And again.

I could tell by your noises that you were getting closer. Between gasps, you asked if you could cum in my mouth, and I managed a muffled ‘mmhhm’ and half a nod in response (both rather difficult to do with mouth full of cock, mind you). I needed you to cum for me, now. My hand started stroking you firmly from the base of your cock, in perfect sync with the movements of my mouth towards the tip of you cock. I sucked and licked and stroked you harder and faster until you finally exploded inside my mouth, your hot cum shooting into the back of my throat. I swallowed it all up with delight and continued to hold your cock in my mouth as your throbbing slowed.

Once you caught your breath, all you could manage to say was “wow”. Yep, I’ll take that.

And so began the *new* gym routine for a while, where I’d not only get a beer to reward me after my run, but a post-workout workout too ;)

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/a5pgnx/fun_with_my_gym_admirer_mf