Some people binge on candy, other people punch pillows, and there are some absolutely crazy motherfuckers out there who go on the bus and scream at strangers. That’s their way of releasing stress.
Me? I go to the gym. I go to a specific squat rack. I put my headphones in and just completely zone out, managing to tune even the obnoxious gym music out. And it works. It works so fucking well.
That is, when there’s no one around.
But even at a 24 hour gym, when I go at 11:00 P.M expecting the gym to be practically empty, there’s always that one guy. This time he’s average height, wearing a t-shirt he’s completely sweat through and shorts, doing his bicep curls with terrible form.
I can tell he’s looking my way every couple of seconds, and briefly consider moving to another rack but this one is optimally positioned in front of the mirror which lets me check my form. I shouldn’t have worn these leggings today, they make my ass look way too fucking good which means guys like this will salivate over me.
Usually I ignore them. But something about this creep is grating my nerves. Can he be a little more subtle with his constant staring? I sigh and straighten out, loading the bar back onto the rack and rub the tension out of my shoulders. He’s still staring. And then he pulls out his phone, points it at me and I hear the click of a photo.
I don’t know how to explain it, but something in me snaps.
I gesture to him. “Hey. You.”
He tucks his phone away and looks around as if there’s someone else in the gym that I could be pointing at. As if he didn’t already scope out the entire place to make sure it was just me and him so he could creep out on me.
“Come here.” He doesn’t move. I roll my eyes. “Fucking come over here and sit down on the damn bench.”
He stumbles forward, jaw open. I pull my headphones off as he sits down on the bench.
“Do you get off from it? Staring at me? You realize how creepy it is, right?”
He doesn’t answer. Instead I can literally see his gaze traveling down my body, no doubt imagining what my tits look like under my sports bra, or the shape of my ass. It’s infuriating.
“You know what.” I shrug, and then laugh. “Go ahead and fucking look. What am I even doing, trying to educate you. Bet you wouldn’t even delete that pic if I asked you to. What, do you like the way my ass looks when I squat?”
He swallows thickly. I can tell he’s nervous. I wonder if he’s hard under those shorts.
I smirk, dipping my head under the bar and stare at him through the reflection in the mirror in front of me. “Well then fucking stare. This is the only time in your pathetic life you’re going to get to stare at a girl’s ass with her permission.” I say, and then lift the bar above my shoulders and slowly lower down. I don’t know what’s come over me, but I want to lean my ass back as much as possible, ruining my squat form but knowing that he’s probably salivating over my ass seems to satisfy me.
When I stand up, I notice him pawing at his crotch. Holy fuck. This fucking creep.
“Wow… Fucking depraved pervert.” It’s pure disgust coursing through me right now, and yet… Seeing this guy, a blushing sweaty mess, awkwardly grabbing at his own hard cock because of me… I can’t deny the odd feeling of power that’s suddenly filling me. This guy does not have a single shred of dignity left in him, and it’s because of me.
I rack the bar and turn to face him, and he seems taken aback. Did he seriously think I wouldn’t notice him trying to jerk off?
“Yeah, you should feel disgusting. You should feel like a total fucking slime ball. What should I show you next, huh? My tits?” Without thinking I unclip my sports bra and let it fall to the ground. His jaw drops and he blinks at me. What the fuck am I doing… But I’m already shaking my sweaty titties at him, grabbing them, pinching my nipples between my fingers.
“You like that? Huh? You like that? Go on, keep jerking off. Not like you’re good at hiding it. You know you’re never gonna have this, right? A girl’s never gonna let you near her tits. Not a creep like you.”
He bites his lip, desperately pawing at the bulge in his pants.
Holy shit. He’s getting off to this. He’s fucking pathetic.
“Fucking… Slimeball…”
Shit… I’m getting turned on.
The cool air conditioning of the gym on my tits too, it’s making my nipples perk up. Just my fingers brushing over them is making me sensitive. Fuck.
“Just this once… I’ll put on a show for you. You better be thankful. This is the first and last one you’re ever gonna get.”
His eyes go wide, and it sends an odd feeling of satisfaction through me as I pull down my leggings, letting them bunch around my ankles. I’m left in my panties, and I stroke my finger along the part of the fabric my pussy has already wet.
“H-Holy crap…” He finally whispers, his face contorted in what I can only assume is his near-orgasm expression .
“No you don’t fucking cum yet. You don’t fucking do it till I tell you. Got it?”
He nods.
“Fucking pathetic worm.”
His breaths quicken at my words, and it makes me oddly excited.
This guy is in the presence of a fucking goddess and the only thing he can do is jerk off.
I pull my panties to the side and rub small circles in between my pussy lips, angling my thumb up to my clit and brushing against it. “F-Fuck…” I quietly moan, the movement sending pleasure spiking through me.
He’s watching me with intent.
“You don’t get to fucking touch. You just get to watch. That’s all you are. Just a fucking observer, understand?” He nods. “I know why you’re not taking off your pants. It’s because you have a tiny fucking dick isn’t it?”
His cheeks redden and I almost burst out laughing.
I stroke my clit with my wet fingers, letting the pleasure build up, mix in with the disgust of this guy. “F-Fuck… I’m gonna…” I whisper, my knees buckling slightly as I feel myself reach the edge. “Fucking cum, you disgusting worm.” And then he groans, painting the inside of his pants and I cum at the same time, my legs shaking as pleasure rocks through me and cum drips into my hands.
“S-Shit…” I breathe out. “Get me a fucking towel.” I demand.
He stands up awkwardly and rushes to grab me one, returning within a couple seconds and holding out his hand, staring at my wet pussy. “Fuck’s sakes…” I grab the towel and wipe myself clean and pull up my leggings.
“Don’t fucking look my way again, understand?”
He nods.
Does this guy not fucking talk?
And as I walk away, I’m almost 200% sure he’s staring at my ass, his small cock probably getting hard again. And a smirk spreads on my lips. Until next time, creep.
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