II – One Last Solo Workout
“There!” Jamie said out loud, placing her hands on her hips, “that’s the last of it.”
She had just finished her last-minute packing for the trip. She was only going away for a week, “and it was with her family, UGH”, she cringed to herself, but still she hated packing. So many agonizing decisions to make – wardrobe choices, whether things were going to be “appropriate” enough to wear in front of her family, and she wanted to leave some space to bring some tequila and maybe some other cool knick knacks back with her. Oh, and she had to watch the weight too because the airlines charged an arm and a leg for being overweight now. Decisions, decisions…
Jamie was by herself in her apartment. Things were a disorganized mess, they always were after packing. Her bed was strewn with all the articles that she couldn’t or decided she didn’t want to take along somewhere along the line. Sun dresses, jean shorts, gym shorts, a couple of pairs of thong sandals, spaghetti string tops, leggings…on and on it went. “I have too much shit” she scolded herself, “I’ll have to purge when I get back.”
One item she was particularly upset about – her Brazilian bikini. Jamie stared at it and frowned – it was MUCH too risqué to wear in front of her family, but she just loved the way it showed off her toned, tight ass. She was proud of her ass – she had been doing extra squats at the gym to really fill it out, and she was very pleased with herself on the results thus far. She decided to try it on again, just to remind herself of what she looked like in it. She quickly slipped out of her leggings, thong underwear and athletic top and changed into the bikini. She stood in front of her mirror, turning slightly so she could marvel at her ass in it, running her hands over her ass for good measure. “You know what, fuck it I’m going to bring it anyways,” she smiled to herself, “you never know, maybe I’ll have an opportunity to show off my hard work after all”. She gave herself a playful spank for having such naughty thoughts.
Jamie placed the bikini in her suitcase, and closed it up. Her packing finished, she began to put all the rest of her stuff away – she really didn’t want to come home to a mess. She spent the next while just puttering around the apartment, doing some quick tidying, made herself a quick lunch, and just generally making sure everything was in some sort of order before she left. Before putting away her bong – she didn’t want to risk brining THAT along, Mexican jails are no joke, she mused – Jamie decided she should smoke some sativa before she left because she also really wanted to put in one more workout before she left. Sitting on the plane for those few hours was such a drag and she hadn’t had time to work out yet today. The sativa would fill her with the energy she wanted, and would help ensure she put in one last nice, solid workout before the trip. She filled the bong, lit it up, and smoked away. The familiar energetic, stoned feeling invaded her senses quickly. She proceeded to change into her gym outfit – athletic top, booty shorts with nothing underneath, customary for her and rationalized by telling herself she was going to be working out hard, and gym shoes. She put her hair into a quick, relatively messy ponytail, and left for the gym.
Jamie arrived without anything eventful happening along the way, filled up her water bottle and started her pre-workout routine. She was going to mostly stick to cardio today, she didn’t want to be too tensed up for her vacation. Francesca had already more than helped her ease her tension earlier on, she smiled to herself. The naughty reflection triggered a primal, hormonal response in her, and she immediately began to feel turned on. She tried to brush off the feeling and dispel the sexy thoughts, but it seemed to hang around at the peripheries of her mind. “It’ll go away once I’m going at it,” she thought to herself, and began to run on the treadmill.
Halfway through Jamie noticed quickly that one of her favourite guys was working out too, across the gym. It was hard for her not to stare at him while he ran – he was the picture of the perfect male specimen, at least in her eyes. Tall, short cropped blond hair, piercing blue eyes that seemed to stare into her soul and made her heart pound whenever he caught her staring at him. His muscle definition was impeccable, not overly beefy like a football player but more trim and cut like a swimmer. His tight ass looked great when he did his squats, and she also couldn’t help but stare at the eminent bulge that protruded from the front of his shorts too. If he wasn’t a perfect 10, he was close enough, especially with her heightened hormones running through her veins. She had no idea what his name was, that would require talking to him and she didn’t have the nerve to do that. Not while she was fucking him with her eyes and mind most of the time.
Jamie watched him while she ran, he was far enough away that she figured he couldn’t immediately tell that she was stripping him with her eyes while he flexed his bulging biceps and shoulders in the free weight area. The hormonal surge, originally started by her own dirty reflections was now augmented by both the full-fledged effects of the sativa and how she just generally felt horny at the gym most of the time. The fact she was incredibly horny RIGHT NOW came brightly into focus in her mind. She could feel her nipples perk up and strain against the fabric of her top. She had to discreetly look down to make sure they weren’t eminently visible and, thankfully, the fabric seemed to be doing its job masking her rapidly hardening nipples. She did notice the moistness forming between her thighs though, and this alarmed her momentarily as she realized she had nothing but the fabric of the booty shorts to mask this. They were a dark fabric, so even if things went completely south and she soaked them it hopefully would not be apparent to anyone but herself. She consoled herself with this thought, and allowed her mind to wander while she watched him bend, twist, and flex. She sighed on multiple occasions, despite herself. He was just SO INCREDIBLY HOT.
Her regimen on the treadmill finished, Jamie consciously abandoned her plan to stick to cardio and wandered over to the weight area to have a closer look at him. She had to. She sat herself down at the leg press machine and began to work out. She knew that her booty shorts would ride up her ass doing this exposing a dangerous amount of skin, but she was exceedingly horny and really wanted to show off for him, even if he didn’t look over. During a set, she did catch him looking at her in her peripheral vision, and this did nothing but make the dirty thoughts in her mind swirl even faster. She let him stare tantalizingly at her ass and legs as she pumped the weights up and down. She had a very naughty thought to not so subtly flash him her now soaking wet pussy when she dismounted by pulling her shorts to the side for him to see, but successfully fought back the urge.
Jamie glanced over at him at the weight bench. He was benching an impressive amount of weight, and the sweat glistened on his straining arms, shoulders and chest. The sight turned her on immensely, and her aroused mind seriously considered the logistics of going over to him, straddling him with her wet pussy and grinding on his cock through his shorts until they both came messily. Or she could even rip his shorts off and shove his hard cock into her mouth, sucking him until he shot his load deep in the back of her throat. Or she could lead him to the corner of the gym, throw her arms around his chiseled body and sloppily make out with him while he groped her tits and pussy and she fiercely stroked his cock. The myriad of naughty thoughts made her grind herself subconsciously against the bench she was now leaning against. Her engorged clit throbbed and her heart pounded in her chest. She was fucking soaked and clearly too worked up to work out, rational thoughts now having long given way to her darkest fantasies. She had to take care of this NOW before she went over and fucked this guy, she decided. She took a big swig out of her water bottle and made her way to the locker rooms.
Once there, Jamie quickly stripped nude and inspected her pussy with one finger. Sliding it down her slit, she confirmed that it was dripping wet, and her clit pulsed with appreciation when she grazed over it tentatively. Her nipples hardened and she did all she could to not let out a soft moan. She needed to isolate herself but she told herself this wouldn’t take long to rub one out – she was practically cumming already. She found an abandoned corner of the locker room and went to work.
Jamie began by grasping at her tits, squeezing and playing with her hard nipples. In her mind she fantasized about the guy from the gym, meeting her at the entrance to the locker rooms, pinning her against the wall and using his strong, meaty hands to grope her while messily making out. Losing herself in the fantasy, she closed her eyes and let her right hand wander down her stomach, her left hand still grasping and groping her perky tits, just like she pictured he would do. Down past her belly, to her thighs where she teased herself briefly by squeezing the outside of them. She thought about how she would have her hands down his shorts, grabbing at his rock hard cock and stroking it furiously. She worked her hand to the inner part of her thigh and parted them, exposing her wet, bare pussy. She pictured him biting at her neck while she pulled his shorts down, freeing his cock and having it press against her while she stroked it with renewed vigour.
Jamie’s clit throbbed in anticipation and she threw her head back as her fingers finally found her sopping wet slit. She rubbed one finger down the length of it, stopping to press hard against her clit. She imagined him pulling her shorts down to her knees, doing the same, using his strong hands to work her pussy from the top, over her clit, finally sliding into her, pressing hard on her G-spot. She would help position himself so his cock would align with her slit and he would begin to fuck her on the outside, sliding his quivering cock down the length of her pussy, teasing her, her pussy thoroughly soaking his cock. Her pussy now ached for penetration though, and soon she plunged first one, and then two fingers deep into herself as she thought about him lifting her legs up and sliding the tip of his cock forcefully inside of her, pumping in and out of her soaked pussy at a fever pitch.
Completely lost in her fantasy, Jamie’s breathing quickened and now she used her free hand to stifle the moans that were threatening to escape from her mouth. She pumped her fingers in and out of her pussy rapidly, putting pressure on her G-spot, pretending it was his hard cock fucking her instead. She thrusted her hips against her own fingers and quickly she felt the orgasm build as she imagined the sensation of his cock releasing a hot load of cum deep inside of her. A wave of pleasure flowed through her body and she came hard and messily onto the bench. Her body convulsed as she rode each wave of the orgasm, hips bucking to meet the last few thrusts of her fingers.
Jamie opened her eyes slowly, breathing short ragged breaths. She sat there for a short time enjoying the post-orgasmic comedown. She took a deep breath, started to take in her immediate surroundings, and immediately froze. Across the room, a hot, busty yet athletic blonde bombshell had apparently been watching her exploits. Jamie quickly made this assessment due to the fact that this girl had her hands inside the waistband of her leggings and was slowly rubbing her own pussy very noticeably. A look of sheer lust filled the girl’s face and her mouth was agape. Jamie noticed the girl was breathing hard and her nipples obviously protruded through the thin fabric of her sports bra. If this girl hadn’t cummed already herself she was awful close.
“I…I’m sorry” Jamie stammered, unsure of what else to say in that moment.
“Don’t be…” the other girl sultrily said. “That… was fucking hot”.
Jamie paused, and then smiled sinfully back at her. “I’m glad you enjoyed it. Did…. you finish too?”
The girl shook her head slowly.
Lustful, naughty thoughts quickly re-entered Jamie’s head. “…. perhaps you will need to finish yourself too?”
“I intend on it…but not here” the girl said quietly “I…I am not….”
“A lesbian?” Jamie finished her sentence for her “Neither am I. I love men. But I do also…like women…” she let the emphasis hang on the last part of the sentence, giving this girl her sexiest glare. She licked her lips to really drive the point home.
The other girl paused lengthily, and went flush in the face. “I…I’m the one who’s sorry, forgive me…” she stammered and quickly grabbed her bag and exited the locker room.
“Damn! I must have spooked the poor girl,” Jamie frustratingly thought to herself, “it’s too bad, I totally would have at least made out with her, if not more…”
Somewhat disappointed and yet satisfied that her own needs had been met, Jamie showered off and went back to the apartment. The taxi picked her up to go to the airport an hour later, and then she boarded the flight for Mexico with her family.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/mx205g/jamies_mexican_siesta_part_ii_solo_f_mf_gym