One of my favorite parts of the day is hitting the gym. It can be stressful being an investment banker, especially with the economic uncertainties we face nowadays. Even more so when your boss is a repulsive sack of shit who demands better than perfection. My evening regimen really helps relieve the day’s stress with weight lifting, running, and a quick steam before showering. I’m usually the last one there, and the gym manager has even grown accustomed to having me lock up when I go. Tonight, however, there is a straggler.
I size her up from across the gym. She looks to be just over five feet tall, and a brunette. Her ponytail dangles between her shoulder blades as she finishes a set of curls, biceps straining as she lifts the thirty pound weights over and over. She watches herself in the mirror spanning the wall, grimacing with every lift. Her big, brown eyes examine every inch of herself, monitoring her form as the dumbbells rise and fall. Sweat glimmered on her chest and midsection, staining into the violet sports bra she was wearing. I found my eyes lingering on the rounded shape of her ass, the tight, yellow yoga pants straining over her glorious mounds of flesh.
A hardness began to grow in my own shorts, and I forced myself to look away. I struggled to focus on my own workout, which really didn’t take much focus anyway. My treadmill run was in the cooldown stage, and I was doing little more than briskly walking as the erection thumped against my thighs. I hazarded a cautious glance back to the final occupant of the gym, and was surprised to see her obvious attempt to quickly look away. My curious gaze remained on her as she set the weights back on the rack, arching her back more than necessary as she bent over. Her eyes returned to me in the mirror’s reflection.
We stared at each other as the treadmill continued to slow down, my silky shorts doing next to nothing to conceal my building desire. This unknown woman smirked at me, and used one hand to flip her hair back as she drank from a water bottle. She allowed a quick gush of water to splash against her throat, the cold liquid beading up and rolling down her well toned body. I nearly tripped on the treadmill as I watched her giggle at me in the mirror. She stood there, allowing my eyes to travel down the soft frame of muscle around her navel, her thick, powerful thighs in their skin-tight leggings, and back up over her perfect, bubble ass. My eyes rested on the bare stretch of flesh of her back, the glistening patch between her pants and top.
She turned around, either in slow motion or just a trick of my mind. I realized the treadmill had powered off as she passed in front of me, heading from the weight rack to the powerlifting/squat section of the small gym. Her head turned as she walked away, wide hips swaying with every step. The voice streaming from her lips was graceful, and laced with an English accent.
“Care to spot me?” she asked.
I stumbled off the treadmill and practically ran to where she stood, at the weights arranged against the wall. She took a 35 pound plate and slid it onto one side of the bar set on the squat cage, and I placed a twin plate on the other side. We added another two pairs of 30 pound plates, and a pair of 25. She secured her side with a clamp, and I followed suit. I watched this woman, well over a foot shorter than myself, take position in the cage, her hands gripping the 40 pound bar as she balanced it on her back. Her shoulders tensed under the increased pressure, and I guided her back. My hands were at the ready as she squatted low, her thighs flexing noticeably beneath the thin fabric of her yoga pants. Her ass pushed out, rounded cheeks stretching her pants to their limit. She grunted as she pushed back up, then stood on her toes before lowing back onto her feet. I helped her secure the bar back onto the cage, and stood back as she turned to face me.
“Always just in the way,” she scolded.
I began to move away, and almost apologized, but was left speechless when she kicked off her shoes. She began sliding her tight pants down, revealing more and more of herself to me, my manhood growing to full mast as her strong legs came into view. Her pants rolled down her calves, and she kicked her feet from them before stepping back under the bar. I was too busy admiring her bare ass to take position behind her, and she cleared her throat at me.
“Care to spot me with _more_ than just your eyes.”
The giggle that followed her words snapped me from my stupor, and I stepped in behind her. My hands gripped the bar midway between her hands and the heavy plates, and we took a step back together. She supported most of the weight on her back as she sunk back down, and I struggled to get as low without falling over. Her calves flexed when we stood back up, elevating to her toes again before descending into another squat. Each rep ended with a half grunt/half moan slipping from her lips, and I was all too aware of her eyes watching me through the glass in front of us.
I _tried_ to avoid looking each time we went down, careful not to look at the pink folds between her thighs. The temptation was nearly unbearable, and I found my mind wandering into intimate scenarios. The red spreading across her lightly freckled face suggested her mind was wandering through similar scenes as our eyes burned into each other, and she bit her lower lip as we placed the bar back onto the rack. Sweat shimmered across her smooth skin, and I found myself looking at the neatly trimmed, heart shaped patch of hair on her pubic mound. She placed a hand on my groin, her fingers firmly groping the meat beneath my shorts.
“Shower and a steam?” she asked, her eyes digging into mine.
A wide grin spread across my face as we hurried through the empty gym, the plates still on the bar and her yoga shorts a distant memory. We stumbled into the men’s locker room, our lips locked together, mouths open as our tongues savored the others’ flavor. Our heavy breaths were the only sounds to be heard until the water came on, the steady stream gradually getting warmer while we disrobed. Her sports bra fell to the floor, quickly covered by my own damp shirt. She spun and entered the shower stall before I could drink in her nakedness, and I hastily removed my shoes, socks, and gym shorts. I was ill prepared for the scene awaiting me in the narrow shower.
The naked woman before me looked to be in her mid twenties. Hot rivers streamed down her firm skin as she turned to look at me. Stiff, hershey kiss sized (and colored) nipples stood upon each perky breast, roughly the size of oranges. Her breasts hardly jiggled as she moved, but that ass.. It was more than magnificent. I could see the lower portions of her cheeks through the gap in her thighs, and it wiggled beautifully with her movements. She had dimples on her back, just over her ass as if her body were telling me where my thumbs should be when we fuck.
She grasped the elastic band holding her hair and pulled, shaking her head as the silky strands danced free. Her hands dug into her thick mane, fully exposing herself to me as I entered the small stall. It was hardly large enough for the both of us, but we were happy to squeeze in together. Cute dimples formed in her cheeks when she smiled at me, similar to those just above her marvelous ass. She squealed excitedly when my hands arrived on her body, and I eagerly grasped at her waist with one, seizing a handful of ass with the other. Her own hands busied themselves on me, one wrapping around the base of my thick shaft, and the other sliding slender fingers across my chest.
Age has not been overly kind to my body. My late thirties have begun to show, soft grays working their way into the hairs on my head, and in my well kept beard. I’m happy to still have a full head of hair, which is generally kept neat and short. My eyes are a sparkling blue, and I have a wide chest. Strong shoulders sprout from my chest, with the muscles winding down my arms still something to be proud of. The young girl slides her finger down the small trench between my pecs, and over where more pronounced abs used to be. It’s become harder and harder to keep the fatty tissues at bay, but the thickness added to my gut only seems to aid in my stocky build.
This girl, in particular, seems to be completely enamored by my appearance as we chase each other into our lust. She tugs at my manhood, a seven inch rod with a bulbous head. Its length isn’t necessarily anything to brag about, but the girth… Her fingers struggle to wrap all the way around as her hand begins to stroke. She looks me in the eyes as she slides her hand up and down my member, her breasts pressing into the lower portions of my chest. I place a hand on her cheek and lean in for a kiss. Her slick tongue slides into my mouth as I groan into her, feeling her other hand dip between my legs to fondle my heavy balls. She breaks our kiss with a quick laugh.
“How do they expect us to _fuck_ in here?” she asks.
The thought _had_ begun to to occur to me, our height difference would make sex in this small shower a bit difficult. This was a _gym_, however, so I did the most natural thing. I gripped her waist with both hands, and lifted her off the ground. The stale scent of perspiration filled my nose as I suspended her body within my arms. Another excited squeal escaped the small girl, but her legs quickly wrapped around my hips. She held my shoulders as I pinned her against the navy tiles, and I sent one hand to my throbbing erection. My tip slid against her slit, her arousal coating my mushroom-like head as her inner warmth radiated onto me. She flexed her legs, muscles contracting as I’d seen before in our exercising, and she helped impale herself onto my organ.
I groaned as she moaned, our shared pleasure drowned out by the continued spray from the shower. A throaty ‘_yes_’ struggled from her mouth, her lips forming an agonized ‘O’ as my girth squeezed into her. I trembled as her tightness enveloped me, her velvety folds contracting around my veiny rod. Her body bore the signs of the interior strain, thick veins bulging along her neck as she tensed in my arms. I felt her ankles lock together behind me as my pelvis touched hers, our bodies fully intertwined. We stayed still for a moment, the glorious seconds ticking by while her tightness accommodated my sizable width.
She pulled herself to me, arms tightening behind my neck as I was drawn in for another kiss. This kiss was deeper than the previous two, our mouths practically merging into each other as my hips began falling back. She moaned into my mouth when I drove forward, crashing my pelvis into hers and bouncing her ass against the wall. Her head turned, our lips sliding together as I thrust into her again. She began riding my waist as I pounded into her, gradually finding rhythm with one another as our passion grew.
The wet slap of flesh colliding with flesh began to overtake our muffled duet of pleasure, until she breathlessly broke away. She unleashed a loud moan, almost like a pained shriek while her legs increased their firm grip. Her thighs tremble around me, ass jiggling in my hands as her climax erupted. I pounded into her harder, invigorated by her sudden release and determined to send her pleasure higher. Her hands clung to my shoulders, fingers digging into my skin as I fucked her into ecstacy, the shriek dissolving into guttoral moans.
The tightness within her elevated, restricting my ability to thrust into her, so I began using my hands and arms. I lifted her as my hips pulled away, and drove her down as they surged back ahead. She buried her face in the nape of my neck as I fucked her, the climax sending shivers of pleasure through her elevated body. The deep moans softened into labored groans, and she spasmed every time I thrust into her. I began to slow the pace until we came to a rest, allowing her orgasm to dissipate with my hardness buried within her quivering depths. Her inner walls massaged my length, and I felt the familiar tinglings of my own approaching orgasm.
My partner began planting soft kisses on my neck, and whispered, “_ok, fuck me_ ___hard___ _again_.”
I hadn’t realized how sore my muscles were getting, but after such an instruction any weariness fled from my arms. She began shrieking her bliss once again as I lifted her, slick inches of cock sliding from her stuffed sex, then dropped her as my hips plunged forward. The wet slapping of our flesh filled the locker room along with her unrestrained cries of delight, my own grunts drowned out by the shower. I strained against my own release, not quite wanting to pump a potent load into this presumably fertile woman, but my primal urges tempted from the back of my mind.
“_Fuck!_” she screamed, “_I’m gonna cum again!_”
“Me too,” I said with a grimace.
“_Yeah_?”
“MmmmMmm…” was all I could manage through a groan.
“_You fucking close_?” she asked, her hands on my chest.
My eyes rolled under the strain of held back release, muscles clenching as I postponed the inevitable. Her face contorted in the agonized bliss of climax, a groan laced with a stream of “_fuckfuckfuck_” sliding from her quivering lips as the orgasm swept through her. She tensed within my arms, and I held her tightly to me while the climax sent waves of pleasure throughout her body. My balls ached under the strain of the orgasm pounding at my inner doors, the convulsing walls of her tunnel around my throbbing cock nearly making it impossible to hold my own climax at bay.
When her orgasm began to dissipate, some manner of control returning to her body, she unhooked her ankles behind my back. Her legs slipped down slowly, shaky feet returning to the warm waters swirling around our shower’s drain. My struggling manhood squeezed from within her constricting embrace, the sensitive head gliding over her belly and chest as she dropped to her knees. I watched as she slapped my member onto her face, my thick cockhead covering one of her big, beautiful eyes before a thick rope of cum spurted out. The first sticky rope of semen erupted over her hair, white strands soaking into her head and splattering onto the tile wall behind her. A sharp, delighted laugh broke from the kneeling girl as another pulse sent more cum onto her head, and she moved her face beneath my cock. The next pump smeared across her forehead, which began oozing down onto her nose as a fourth splashed against her closed eye.
She sent a hand to the base of my sputtering organ and guided the tip to her lips. My seed continued flowing as she sucked the fat head into her mouth, her magical tongue swirling around and under as it plunged deeper. I grunted as she began slurping my remaining load into her greedy mouth, bobbing her head at my waist through the intense orgasm. My legs began trembling as the girl drained me, and I gripped her head in one hand. The sticky remnants of my pleasure coated my palm and stained into her hair more fully, but the woman continued draining the contents of my balls. Her hand began stroking my shaft as she sucked, and a shaky groan slipped from my chest. It almost seemed a mercy when my spent member popped from her lips.
We locked eyes in the shower, my hand on her head, hers on my diminishing erection. She licked her lips and smiled warmly up to me, and I used the thumb of my free hand to smear the semen from her eye. The hand she’d had between her legs flew up, grasping my wrist before I could use the warm water to clean my digit. She pulled at my wrist and leaned forward, taking my creamy thumb into her mouth. Her eyes remained on me, both now open as she sucked my thumb clean. The stiffness that had been abandoning my manhood quickly returned, and she laughed around the probe in her mouth. Her lips locked around it as she pulled her face away, and I groaned at the sight of her full lips sliding from my cleaned thumb.
“_You still owe me a steam_,” she reminded seductively.
“We should probably clean up first,” I suggested. I wasn’t really looking forward to having to explain sticky spots to any managers, _especially_ in the steam room.
The journey to her feet was a difficult one, shaky legs and rigid cock doing all they could to impede her progress. Her hand remained on my hardness as we allowed the water to wash over us, the hasty shower coming to an end sooner than it probably should. Sticky globs still clung to her hair when she led me from the small chamber, guiding me by my still eager cock…
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/u26sp7/evening_at_the_gym_pt_1_mfage_gaporalvaginalfacial
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