Gym Seduction Turns into a Parking Lot Fuck [mf]

Decided to try a story/album combo this time. Here are [some pics](https://www.reddit.com/r/ladybonersgw/comments/9w6v09/let_me_tell_you_about_a_gym_fuck_story_link_in/?st=JODASXQV&sh=85f3682a)to go with your story

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Working out has always been a big turn on for me, but ever since an unexpected gym encounter, it’s been damn near impossible to keep my head focused when I’m there.

That place is kinda sexual if you think about it. Rhythmic sounds of pounding and grunting. Bending. Thrusting. Stretching. Heavy breathing, exposed skin, flushed cheeks. Flexed bodies dripping with sweat. That exhausted sense of relief. Endorphins. Adrenaline. Good kinds of pain. And of course the guy running backwards on the treadmill in khaki pants and polo, but…we’ll disregard that?.

It had been 3 weeks since the first time I saw her walk into the gym. Ponytail pulled high, white tank top hugging her athletic frame, and short black shorts that should come with an admission price. She had a body that showed hours of dedication to her fitness, and each curve stretched the fabric exactly how Lulu intended. Firm and fit were the only two words that came to mind. Her demeanor said that she was here to work, a stern expression on a face that was as beautiful as the rest of her body. And even though I was mid-sprint on the treadmill, I found a half-breath to impulsively mutter to myself, “God damn.”

Watching You in the Bar – Two GW Posters Finally End the Tension [MF]

I post pics over in r/ladybonersgw but decided it’s finally time to write something. Somehow I’m more nervous about sharing this than nudes ?! Sorry it’s a little long. I’d love feedback. Hope you enjoy!!

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I arrive at the bar a few minutes early. The place is packed but somehow I manage to slip into a corner table high enough to see out across the crowd. Twenty and thirty-somethings fill this place, and I can’t help but be drawn into the different hopeful storylines unfolding across the room. In a place where very little can be heard above the music and the noise of the crowd, it’s fascinating—almost erotic—to watch body language begin to speak the things where words might fail. Old fashioned in hand, I wait and watch.

She barely hears his joke but still laughs, brushes her hair back and playfully touches his forearm. Another man calls out his drink order, puffs up his chest and strikes his best power pose behind a group of women he’s been eyeing for the past 10 minutes. A woman gives a lingering glance in a man’s direction only to coyly look down when his eyes find hers. She tucks her hair behind her ear and pretends to be interested in what her friends are saying. There’s this palpable yet unspoken sense of seduction beneath the surface here, where eyes talk and intentions become clear with gazes held too long.