‘Oh, for fuck’s sake’, sighs Sarah, frustrated.
She looks over at her collection of toys. All thoroughly tried and tested but nothing is scratching that itch, she thinks. Nothing beats that feeling of a warm, thick cock sliding into her dripping, wet pussy.
Snapping herself out of a sexual rabbit hole of thoughts, Sarah figures she might as well channel this sexual energy into a good workout at her regular gym.
Plus… George might be there. He’s always good for some inspiration, standing 6’2 and built like Michelangelo carved George himself.
God, he’s gorgeous, she thinks.
Sarah arrives at the gym, dressed in her best workout gear – a tight sports bra showing off her boobs and her favourite slimming, touchably-soft shorts.
Leaving her stuff in the changing room, Sarah goes onto the gym floor and notices it’s incredibly quiet – a couple of girls on the treadmills and a bulking guy commanding the free weights section.
She scanned the rest of the gym but couldn’t see George…..ah fuck. Whatever, she thinks, let’s get this done!
30 minutes in, Sarah notices George coming in. Must be a new shift change and here she is, flushed and sweating.