Even though I had been going to the gym for six months, I still felt like an outsider. I wasn’t a gym rat, but I really enjoyed going. I loved how I could see my ass get more and more toned, my stomach and arms get more defined, and my stamina increase tenfold. It hasn’t made me into a body builder, and I still have my soft curves but I kind of like it like that. I go to the gym every morning at 6am like clockwork. So do about 25 other people. Either body builders or cardio masters. Everyday I wonder if I am at the right place, nobody else looks like me. No one else has the soft curves or the big chest. I throw my headphones on listen to some music and drown out the rest of the gym goers. This is my time.
About four months ago I noticed a man start coming to the gym around the same time. You could look at him and tell he was strong. He had muscle but it wasn’t aggressive and in your face. He was over a foot taller than me and at least double my weight. With his bald head and nicely trimmed beard he was just my type. At first, I would see him a few days a week, but it soon turned into walking into the gym at the same time every morning. I would smile quickly up at him, but I was too shy and intimidated to do anything else so I would quickly walk into the locker room. Then it seemed he had disappeared for 2 weeks. I was beginning to think I may have just imagined him for 3 months.
Last week when I pulled into the gym, I noticed his truck in the parking lot right away and got that little shiver from the tip of my toes to the top of my head. We both got out of our cars at the same time. I looked up at him and smiled as we walked to the door. He looked down and smiled with just an upturn of the corner of his mouth. We walked silently step in step until we reached the doors where he held it open for me then followed me in. We stayed walking in time to each other in silence until we reach the locker rooms where we each walked into out respective locker rooms. I got ready to head out to the floor and thought of the little smile we shared. He was even more attractive than I remember, and my pussy was already throbbing just thinking about him. But I am sure it was probably nothing and I am sure I’m just horny from not having male attention in a long time.
I walked to the ellipticals to get my cardio in. I must run out these jitters. It has to be from the pre workout I took, not the “my gym guy”. How is he “my gym guy” when I haven’t even worked up the courage to say a single word to him. I’m running hard on the elliptical. Feeling the burn in my legs and ass. Trying to think about anything but him, I hear one of the treadmills start up behind me. Is it him? Right behind me? Is he looking at my ass while I run? I run faster. Instinctively showing off my hard-earned ass in my tight leggings. I can’t bring myself to turn around and see if it is him, but I have looked almost everywhere else and not seen him. It must be him behind me, right?
Ten minutes into my half hour cardio session I hear the treadmill behind me slow to a stop. Out of the corner of my eye I see him. He’s walking past the ellipticals to the free weights. It had to be him. He spent the last ten minutes possibly staring at my ass. Fuck, that made my pussy quiver. He picked up his weights from the rack and went to face the mirror. Our eyes locked in the mirror and this time as he shot up the corner of his lip into a smile he also winked. I was simultaneously extremely aroused and extremely mortified to be caught eyeing his body. Do I run away now? Or do I just embrace it and go with it? I have no idea where this newfound confidence came from, but I went with it. I smiled big, winked back at him and nodded my head. I wanted him to know that I liked what I saw, and I was open to explore.
I finished my cardio and moved on to the weights, he seemed to be finishing up his sets as I headed over. We met eyes in the mirror smiled and then as I got closer he turned to look at me. I could see his eyes rake over my body. My tight leggings showing of my hard earned ass and while top highlights my arms and slightly toned stomach. I could tell he appreciated my appearance. “Nice tatt” he says as a way to start conversation as he points at the tattoo on my bicep peaking out from under the hem of the sleeve of my t-shirt. “Thanks!” I say as I lift the hem and show him how it spreads to the top of my shoulder and down to part of my shoulder blade. He hums a low note of appreciation. And I look up at him and smile. He gives me that corner of the mouth grin again and says, “Got any more?” I chuckled a bit, said “Wouldn’t you like to find out.” Gave him a wink and mustered up enough courage to head to the leg press without looking back.
When I felt like my heartrate had calmed down a bit, I looked back over to the weight racks, and he was gone. After another 45 minutes of weights, I was pumped out, and ready to hit the showers. The whole time I was in the locker room showering and getting ready for work all I thought about was him. In the shower my fingers lightly swept over my freshly waxed pussy and I felt the wetness that had accumulated. Just the small amount of light flirting and my pussy was ready for him. I barely touched my clit and shock waves rocketed through my body. I spent too much time caressing myself in the shower that I barely had enough time to put on my outfit for work. Today was a busy day so I wore my black thigh high boots, mid-thigh low-cut red dress, and black blazer. I felt powerful, in charge, and sexy. I styled my hair into lose curls, threw my makeup on, and I rushed out the door of the locker room. Right into his waiting body.
“Woah, in a hurry?” He said as he steadied me. From his vantage point he could see right down the front of my dress at my ample cleavage. His fingers drew tight on my arms as tried to help me not fall. I looked up at him.
“I thought you disappeared again.” It flew out of my mouth before I could stop it. I slapped my hand across my mouth and groaned. He chuckled. “I..uh.. I mean Thank you.”
“Wait we aren’t going gloss over this what do you mean disappeared again?” He asked still not letting go of my arms.
I could feel my face turning red. He was going to make me explain to him (a perfect stranger) how obsessed I was with him. “Well… uh… you were here every morning then you weren’t for 2 weeks.” I practically stammered out.
He looked at me and grinned his sexy lopsided grin. I could feel heat radiating from where his hands were holding onto me. “So, you’ve been admiring me from afar, just like I have been to you?”
I thought about it. I could lie. Or I could… “Yes.” I looked up at him and said “Yes. I have really enjoyed the eye candy while working out.” I said with a wink.
He let out a low groan and his hands moved to my hips as his grip tightened. He closed the foot of height difference by leaning down and whispering into my ear “I haven’t been able to keep my eyes off of you. I had to take a break from this gym for a couple of weeks because I would end up cutting my workout short just to go home and jerk off with images of your amazing ass in those leggings.”
My knees buckled. If it wasn’t for his hands holding my hips I wouldn’t have been standing. He pulled me into him. I felt his cock growing hard between us and whispered into his ear “Your truck. NOW.”
He practically pulled me out of the gym. He opened the passenger of his truck and lifted me up into his hands sliding under my dress. He leaned in and kissed me. A raw, passionate, full of need kiss that left my head swirling. Then he spun my legs in and shut the door. The next thing I knew he was getting into his side of the truck and starting it. My eyes opened wide as I looked at him. “Privacy, baby. I’m just headed to the edge of the parking lot.”
As he pulls out of the parking spot I lean across the middle console and start rubbing his cock through his shorts. I can see the outline before I even touch it and as I began to apply pressure, I feel it get even harder. I slide my hand under the waist band of his shorts. My hand in between his shorts and boxers. His cock reaching a size I hadn’t felt before, his precum creating a wet spot on his boxers. I needed him. I needed him in all of my holes. He pulled to a park and reached over to lift up the center console while simultaneously laying back his seat.
I pulled down his shorts and boxes and his cock sprang free. I couldn’t help it and dipped my head down to taste him. I moaned as his hands entangled in my hair and I opened my mouth to take him in. His cock reaches the back of my throat and I open wider to allow it to enter into my throat. His hands tighten in my hair. “Fuck baby. My cock is deep down your throat.” His moans got louder the deeper I took him in. “Baby you’re so good at this. If you keep going down on me I’m going to cum.”
I sit up and crawl across the seat so that I am straddling him. On my knees with my right leg against is door and my left leg against the middle console. I lift my dress up so he can see how wet my pussy is for him. My juices dripping down my leg. I slide my thong to the side with one hand as I grab his cock with my other hand aiming it at my entrance. I slowly sink down onto his cock. Moans from both of us echoing through the truck. Once I sink completely onto him I sit for a few seconds trying to get accustomed to his size. His hands on my him start lifting me up. I start bouncing on his cock. He reaches up and pulls my large tits out of the top of my dress. Pinching my nipples as I bounce on his cock.
All at once he moves his hands from my nipples and grabs my hips slamming me onto his cock. “Fuck baby I’m cumming deep in your pussy. This pussy is mine.” Feeling his fertile seed soak my insides set me off and I start cumming along with him rocking on his dick. Our juices mixing together I lean forward and lay on his chest.
I hear my phone go off in my bag on the floorboard of the passenger seat. I go to get off to get it and his hands clamp down on my hips. “Let it soak in baby. I’ll grab it.” Keeping his cock fully seated in my pussy he leans over and grabs my phone to give to me.
I read the text and look at the time. “Shit I’m late for work. I gotta go”
“Give me your phone.” I hand it over to him and he types something in then I hear another beep in the truck. He lifts up his phone. “Good. Alright, baby, lets get you back to your car.” He helps me off and to the passenger seat, sits up his seat and drives back to my car. When he parks he comes over to my side and helps me out. After he walks me to my car he helps me in, leans down and gives me a deep passionate kiss. He hands me my bag and then my phone. He shuts my door as I start mine and I look in my mirror and see him get in his truck and drive away.
My phone goes off and I look down at it. [Same time. Same Place. Tomorrow. -Shane]
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/zgm2vg/my_gym_guy_mf
Mmm this got me so wet!