The lights are dim. The rhythmic sound of my feet pressing off of the treadmill fill the small gym. I glide across the treadmill with each step, my eyes staring at your reflection in the glass in front of me. You have your earbuds in, mindlessly listening to a current pop song as you squeeze out slow, methodical lunges. Tightly tied colorful Asic sneakers, purple ankle socks, short-cut black track pants and a cotton grey tank-top clung to your sweaty skin. The gym was all but deserted for a Tuesday evening. The only visible staff member walked from machine to machine, cleaning seats and stacking weights as some grunge rock blasted into their ears. As I watched I winded down from my run, I noticed your eyes linger on me. Seconds went by before you met my gaze in the glass and you turned beat red before continuing your last set. The treadmill slowed to a stop before I stepped off, wiping sweat off my face and hair with a quick motion from my towel. I slowly walk by you as my eyes take in your sweat soaked cleavage and tight form. You turn to catch a glimpse of me before I walk into the locker room. You feel hot and flustered, realizing you've had enough of a workout for the night. You replace your weights and walk into the female locker room.
You enter the combination into your locker and sift through your gym bag for shampoo and other toiletries. You take a moment to admire your hard work this evening before stripping the top off over your head, a white sports bra left holding your heaving chest in place. You slip your thumbs into the waistband of your pants and panties and slide them down your toned legs before they hit the floor. You feel self conscious for a moment; you're never this adventurous when there are other people around. You quickly disrobe from your sports bra and wrap your frame with a new gym towel. You walk briskly into the shower room and choose a stall far from the entrance. Just a habit you have even though no one else is around. You turn the handle and the water spews out, covering your naked frame with its blast. You shiver as you adjust to the temperature before running a hand through your hair and down your neck. You place your free hand against the cold tile and drop your head, letting each bead of water fall down your exposed back. That's when you feel it: a rough hand grabbing you by the base of the neck and pushing your soft face against the hard tile.
You try to yelp at the intrusion but simply can't seem to make any noise at all. A heavy foot brushes your feet apart from one another, bending you over slightly as you try to stand tall. You peer over your shoulder and see enough of your assailant to make out that it's me from the treadmill earlier. You turn red from anger, embarrassment and lust. Your body and brain seem to be fighting against your emotions as you feel a slight tingling across your exposed pussy. My hand relaxes on your neck but keeps your face against the tile. My free hand reigns down hard on your left ass cheek, the smack echoing throughout the entire shower room. You could scream…but you don't. You feel yourself hiking your ass up, pushing off the balls of your feet to expose more of your wet body. I push my head against your ear and you can hear my deep breaths as you feel my hard, unprotected cock graze across your lips. Your moan fills the room as you shudder. The raw sexuality is too much for you to handle. Your knees shake as my cockhead brushes against your clit. You bite your lip and close your eyes tightly. I bite your ear before sinking every inch of my hard, wet cock into your inviting pussy. You’re tight, but so wet, so with little effort I fill your entire snug cunt with my stiffness. I clamp my hand over your mouth to muffle your moans. I’m not gentle. Far from it. Each thrust feels harder and rougher and deeper than the last. Your hands claw at the slippery wall and reach behind to grab at my skin but you fail to get a grip. Your body goes slack as you cum over my exposed, raw cock. My free hand slaps your right breast before twisting and pulling the nipple. My thrusts get harder as you feel my shaft grow inside of you. You feel the warm blast of my cum flood your tight pussy. You wiggle and try to say something under my hand but can’t get a word out. I smack your wet ass hard and pull out, removing my hand from your mouth. You pant and gasp for a breath, reaching out to support yourself against the wet walls. You turn to stare me down but I’m gone, the room empty and quiet except for your short, shallow breaths. A piece of paper is visible outside the shower door, a single phone number scrawled across the parchment…
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/3bo0ba/mf_erotic_text_i_sent_to_the_girl_im_seeing_and