This is a follow up to a previous story I wrote for a redditor who prefers to remain anonymous. You can find [Part I here](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/dcvwjk/gym_buddy_part_i_mmf_cuck_oral_handjob_blowjob_sex/).
I’d been to the gym a few more times wondering if I’d bump into Vick and John again. Or Vick *or* John. Or, hell, let’s face it, just Vick. Aside from knowing where they lived, I had no contact information for either, and I wasn’t gonna be the creep hanging around their building. So all I could do was hope I’d bump into them at the gym.
Because I couldn’t get Vick and her gym-sweaty body out of my head. Couldn’t stop thinking about how salty her pussy tasted, both sweaty salt and delicious juices. Couldn’t stop thinking about how her breasts fit perfectly in my hand and how they bounced back when I squeezed them, in fact just how they bounced in general. Couldn’t stop thinking about how she sucked my cock like it wasn’t just for my pleasure, but like it was her favorite thing ever.
But there was no one are the gym this evening. I go to a 24-Hour gym, so sometimes it’s nice to go really late when the place is totally empty. The only thing is, when it’s really empty, when there’s literally no one there, there’s no chance of running into the significantly younger woman who once gave you the best sex of your life and jerked you off into her boyfriend’s mouth.
“Hey, you look like you know how to use these,” a voice called.
I don’t know which grew faster hearing that voice I couldn’t get out of my head, my smile or my boner. I turned to face Vick standing there in the tiniest running shorts and a sports bra that looked more like a bikini top than something you’d want to workout in.
“You know,” she continued, “because you’ve got all those muscles that look like you could hold a girl down and have your way with her until she’s too spent with pleasure to walk.”
I approached her. “I know a thing or two.”
“Well,” she pointed down, “don’t let all the blood leave your brain before you show me.”
I was definitely pitching a tent. But since we were basically the only ones in the gym, I got a little–pardon the expression–cocky.
“He’s just happy to see you,” I flirted.
“I was hoping,” she flirted back, “that I’d see him again, too. He can help you show me how these things work.”
If I’m telling the truth most of the rest of that workout is a blur. We had the gym practically to ourselves and every time I showed her how to use a machine (machines I’m pretty certain she knew how to use) she’d figure out how to press part of her body against my hard-on.
By the time she said she was about done, I was really looking forward to taking off around the corner and slamming my dick into her repeatedly before falling asleep, waking up and slamming my dick into her repeatedly again.
We were walking to the locker rooms and she said, “You gonna shower?”
“I wasn’t planning on it,” I confessed. “I didn’t think you’d want me to.”
She looked my sweaty body up and down. “You look like you could use one. Give me your phone.”
I wasn’t really sure why, but I handed it to her. She typed something in and handed it back to me.
“There,” she said, “text me if there’s no one else in the locker room.”
I headed into the locker room. It seemed pretty empty. I walked over to the showers. Nothing. I started to text her that the place was deserted when I realized… I have her number now.
She walked in taking that tiny black sports bra off as she walked toward me. “Grab your towel, and let’s see about that shower.”
Her tits bounced with each step. I grabbed my towel from my locker faster than I have and followed her over to the showers. She peeled off her already skimpy gym shorts and left them on the tiled floor as her ass cheeks bounced, just slightly firmer, one at a time as she walked toward a shower stall, pulled the curtain back and turned on the water. For a moment I stood, naked, towel in hand, watching the water cover her petite frame, drip down her breasts, cover her soft, flat tummy, and down her toned, smooth legs. I watched droplets find their way between her legs, contouring with the shape of her mound and nestling between her pussy lips. Dick first, I stepped into the shower with her draping my towel over the rod, and pulled the shower curtain to enclose us.
“You want some privacy?” she laughed.
I just grabbed her hips and pulled her into me as our tongues met. She kissed me so hard, arms around my neck pulling me down toward her and reaching up to me.
“I’ve been wanting this,” I confessed.
“I’ve been planning this,” she smirked, and then kissed me again, moving down my neck, down my chest, stomach, onto her knees in front of me.
“Fuck, Vick,” I said as she took the full length of my throbbing cock down her throat at once.
She stuck her tongue out to touch the base on my shaft and then closed her wet lips around me. Her tongue moving back and forth, she slowly pulled me out of her mouth, her lips pressed against my member, stopping at the head to give another swirl before coming up for air. I don’t know how I stayed standing. She stuck her tongue back out and reached it under my sack and just licked around between my legs.
“God, your balls smell awful,” she moaned.
“Oh, sorry,” I started.
“It’s amazing!” she got out before going to town on my balls again, stroking my wet dick at the same time, lubed by a combination of shower water and saliva. I’d never had my balls so taken care of before. The occasional lick or suck sometimes, but she was cradling them, holding them up, moving her tongue across my taint, and I could swear I felt her lick my asshole for a second in there. And never forgetting about her other hand on my shaft. She was massaging my dickhead, sort of rolling it around her palm, driving me crazy.
Then she went back to work with her mouth. All the way down and all the way back up again, over and over as without letting go. My whole cock felt the motion, the slickness, the pressure of her tongue, whatever the fuck it was doing. I was not thinking clearly, and what little focus I could give was just trying to stay standing.
I uncrossed my eyes to look down at her. She must have been amazing at squats, because that’s what she was doing. Squatting down in front of me, her beautiful face bobbing back and forth on my cock, her fingers rubbing her slit. I looked down just in time to see her sticking what looked like three fingers inside herself. She seemed to be fingering herself at the same pace as she was sucking me off.
She had uncanny timing. Maybe she’d figured out exactly what an erection feels like when inside of her when it’s about to cum, because she moved her lips til they clamped down right below the head and stroked me off while swirling her tongue around my dick and occasionally pressing it against my frenulum. Finally, when it felt like her lips and tongue were wrapped completely around my dickhead, she gave one final slow pull toward her mouth as I saw stars.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck, Vick!”
I felt myself pulsing inside her mouth, her tongue pulling my cum to the back of her throat as she swallowed me and welcomed more. She wasn’t letting go, and she was ferociously pulling on her pussy. I guessed that she wouldn’t stop with me until she was done.
I don’t know how long it was, seconds probably. But I was going crazy with an unending orgasm, my dick so sensitive and not getting any relief from the release. Finally, she let me loose when she gasped, then looked up at me smiling. There was not a drop of cum in sight, she’d consumed all of it. She rinsed her hands off in the water still falling around us, then reached her hands up and climbed me into a standing position. We were both still panting, but we kissed and kissed. We must have stood there just kissing and touching for a few minutes. I rubbed her clit a bit and she stroked my cock back to full size, but I definitely didn’t have another orgasm in me, Vick having pretty much sucked my soul out through my dick.
If anyone had come into the locker room while we’d been in there, we didn’t notice and they didn’t say anything. Finally, Vick pulled herself away from me.
“That was even more fun. Text me sometime.”
With that, she stepped out of the shower grabbing my towel, wrapped herself up, grabbed her clothing from the floor and walked out of the men’s locker room. I stood there, water still falling down my shoulders heaving, wondering how I was going to get dried and dressed, and thinking how long it would be appropriate to text her.
From the showers, I heard my phone ding.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/ddimgg/gym_buddy_part_ii_mf_oral_blowjob_cim_shower_sex
Wow!
Nice. Very hot.
No, thank you ??
Fuck yes