Author: mariangar99

Read part 1 [here.](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/xh0ve4/getting_sweaty_at_the_gym_fm_2030_public_oral/)

A few days had passed since the events of that glorious night. I was quite nervous at the prospect of seeing her again, of talking to her. What was I going to say to her, after what had happened? Was I to pretend that nothing had happened, to go on about my business?

She answered that for me. The next time we crossed paths at the gym, she went about her workout as if nothing had happened. As for me, I might as well have been anyone else who was there using the equipment.

And so several days went by, almost a week. I would watch her dark hair go by, her thick, muscular legs, her sculpted back. I smelled her perfume as she passed, mixed with the scent of sweat. She continued with her routine, wearing her tiny, tight gym clothes, attracting all the stares… especially mine.

I, for my part, couldn’t stop thinking about her. I would recall that night over and over again, how she had slammed me onto the floor, the sensation of her legs against my face, the taste of her pussy, her scent. Yet she didn’t seem the least bit interested in me. Occasionally our gazes would meet, sometimes in the reflection of a mirror, but I noticed no reaction from her. Read more »

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. Read more »