Getting sweaty at the gym [F/M 20-30] [Public] [Oral]

I never considered myself a lucky guy. In general. And even less so with women. But what happened that night… changed everything.

It was a normal evening at the gym. I used to go to train two or three times a week. It was a very popular, well-equipped, busy gym. I have to admit, part of the reason I chose that gym over others had nothing to do with the quality of the machines or the teachers’ expertise, but rather because of the ladies who went there.

I’ve always had a thing for athletic women, for seeing their shapely, sweaty bodies in tight gym clothes, and they abounded at this place. But this one…she overshadowed the others.

Even after so many weeks, I couldn’t help but stop whatever I was doing when I saw her walk in. Dark-skinned, dark hair tied tightly in a braid, she always came in wearing a minuscule top, highlighting her chiseled abs and firm breasts. Cut tight leggings over her legs…those thick, muscular legs. Drove me crazy. Not looking at her was already a superhuman effort, more than any weight I could be lifting on any machine.

And she knew it. She knew that she was the center of attention. But she didn’t seem to mind. She would come in at the last shift, almost at night-time, work out without talking to anyone, usually with a serious, almost annoyed expression. I´ll admit that her unfriendly face made her, to me, even more attractive.

That evening was particularly warm, and few people had come to the gym. I had arrived a little later than usual, and there she was, doing squats in front of the mirror. Seeing her firm ass, her muscular, taut legs paralyzed me for a moment, as they used to.

And then I realized that she was staring at me through the reflection of the mirror, with her friendless expression. I quickly averted my eyes and went about my business. I felt a little embarrassed that I had stood there staring at her, but it was hard not to. It was almost instinctive, primitive. I tried not to think about her and not to pay attention to her, and to devote myself to my exercises.

An hour later, with the gym practically empty, I was finishing stretching, sitting on the floor, when I felt someone close me. I looked up and there she was, standing in front of me, arms crossed under her breasts and an annoyed expression. Her legs were level with my face, and I struggled to look up into her eyes.

– I’m getting a little tired of this. – she said.

I swallowed hard. It was the first time she had spoken to me, and she seemed angry. Very angry.

– Tired… of what? – I started to ask as I tried to stand up. But she suddenly stepped forward, planted her foot on my chest, and pushed me back down to the ground. The sudden blow caught me off guard, and it took me a moment to come to my senses.

– Tired of you staring at me all the time. – she said. – I’m used to people watching me when I work out, but you’re the worst of all. You don’t even pretend. It’s really annoying.

I looked around, but it looked like it was just the two of us in the empty gym. She still had her arms crossed, and her foot was still pressed against my torso. A strand of wet hair detached from her braid and fell over her face. The situation was unexpected, but I will admit that the view, from my perspective, was just glorious. I could see her tight leggins marking the lips of her pussy, and my mind could only dwell on the idea of sticking my head between her legs. My mouth, however, could only babble gibberish.

– So, what do you hope to achieve by looking so intently? What are you waiting for to happen?

– I… uh…

– Come on, I’m waiting. What do you want?

– Sit on my face.

I don’t know why I said it. I don’t know if it was a request or a plea, or if my subconscious took over and answered the question I had asked myself. But it was what I was thinking at the time, and I said it. The words just spilled out of my mouth.

– I beg your pardon? – an expression of disbelief had replaced her annoyed gesture. Clearly I had taken her by surprise….. well, I had taken myself by surprise too. But I’d already said it, and that was no lie.

– Well, you asked me what I wanted… and it’s the truth. – I said, feigning a self-confidence I definitely didn’t possess.

She was silent for a few seconds, gradually resuming her angry expression. A single bead of sweat slid silently down her face, trickling down her neck and down to her breasts… and then she smiled. This was no happy smile, it was a predatory, cruel smile.

– Sure, why not? – she simply said. And without further ado, she removed her leggings, and just proceeded to sit on my face.

Before I had a chance to react, her wet, sweaty pussy was pressed against my mouth. Instinctively I began to lick it. I couldn’t stop to think that we were in a public place, that someone could walk in at any moment. Shit, I didn’t even know her name. But none of that mattered to me. Frantically I began to lick and suck.

– Was this what you wanted, you asshole? – she said. Her cruel smile became more pronounced as she rubbed her pussy against my face, hard. I tried to answer but my mouth was stuffed, full of her and her fluids. My cock, still tucked inside my gym shorts, had gotten so hard it was painful.

She began to squeeze with her legs – how many times I had fantasized about this! Her strong, sweaty legs pressed against my head, my tongue going deeper and deeper into her. The salty taste of her sweat mixing with her fluids was simply the most delicious thing I had ever tasted. I heard her moaning, enjoying herself and the position she had me in. And I was enjoying it too.

I moved my hands towards her top, trying to reach out for her breasts, but she smacked me away, pressing my hands with hers to the floor, all the while putting more force on her legs. She squeezed me tighter and tighter.

I decided at that moment that this was how I wanted to die. Suffocated, choking on her fluids. For me, between her legs, the gates of heaven stood open. It was just too much. Her scent, her taste. Her juices were already pouring down my face and neck, sweat was running down her legs from the force she was exerting on my head. Her breathing was becoming more and more agitated as I continued to devour her. I felt my cock pulsing in my pants, screaming to be released from the pressure.

She suddenly stretched backwards, her legs shaken by strong twitches. Violently she rocked back and forth, her pussy running all over my face as she came on top of me. I couldn’t take it anymore, and I felt my pants getting wet as, without her ever even touching it, my dick liberated all the pressure of its own accord.

And then, there was silence, broken only by our shaken breaths. She stood up, dripping. I was feeling disoriented, my head was spinning. She, towering over me again, looked me up and down, seemingly taking note of the mess she’d made of me, and smiled back with that fierce, almost devilish grin of hers.

– Not bad. See ya.

And without another word, she wiped her between her legs with a towel, put her tights back on, and left. Leaving me lying there, my pants wet with my own cum, my face soaked with sweat and her pussy juices.

I felt dirty. I felt used.

I felt lucky.
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Hey everybody! This is my first attempt at erotica. Non-native english speaker here, so I apologize for any mistakes. Any commentary is welcome!

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