I [F] fucked my gym crush [M] in the yoga room

I workout hard and I workout a lot. It’s not uncommon for me to leave the gym a little wet, and I’m not just talking about sweat. And ever since my gym crush joined my gym, the situation has only gotten—well, wetter.

The attraction was instantaneous. For weeks we made eye contact across the floor, serendipitously lifting on adjacent machines, and somehow—just somehow—finishing our workouts stretching on mats mere inches apart. 😉

He was confident, muscular, with a perpetual gleam of sweat on his biceps. I’d never wanted to fuck someone so badly in my life. For the first time ever, I found myself [picking outfits specifically to get his attention](https://imgur.com/a/mG7W643), timing my squats during his set breaks so that I could feel his eyes on me from behind—just how I wanted him to take me.

Then one day, it happened. As he was finishing his workout, we locked eyes, a slight grin on his face, and quietly but sternly said, “follow me” and walked past me and into a dark yoga room.

The next 15 minutes were a blur. Each time I replay it, new details resurface:
The way the room silenced as the door closed behind me. My echoing steps toward a hidden corner. The soft mat under my knees, the hard cock in my throat, and the shadows between his abs. The way his hands controlled me and the green ball beneath me as he pounded from behind. Our lack of words and the heavy breaths that replaced them. The sweaty afterglow. The towel we shared.
And the knowing smirk of the woman who was across the room in savasana THE WHOLE FUCKING TIME!

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/szpp7u/i_f_fucked_my_gym_crush_m_in_the_yoga_room