HITTING THE GYM.......MY IDEA OF A WORKOUT :)

It would be the last place he expected to see me.

I entered the front door and made my way towards the locker room, my heart already beginning to race. I knew he would be working out this morning, his trainer surely putting him through yet another grueling routine. As I made my way down the unfamiliar corridor, I tried my best to remain inconspicuous to the members and other guests. I only had one purpose in being there, and it wasn’t to be bombarded with overenthusiastic invites to join their fitness club.

I heard the sound of footsteps approaching. Peering anxiously behind me, I tried to determine the proximity of each one, now accompanied by the faint whispers of conversation. I listened closely, attempting to distinguish the voices. Within seconds, two large male figures were making their way around the semi-lit corner. Frantically, I ducked behind the nearest half wall and held my breath.

“Good session today. Try out those new exercises I gave you, and we’ll meet up again on Wednesday.”

It was him, with his trainer Greg.

A shrewd smile crossed my lips as I heard him crack a self-deprecating joke. His sense of humor was always such a turn on. A few more laughs were exchanged as I hunched impatiently, mere feet from where they stood. Any sudden movement or sound would surely blow my cover. I was terrified that my pronounced breathing would incite a head turn, and inevitably, lead to discovery.

Here. Waiting for him. Watching.

After what seemed like an eternity, I heard the footsteps retreating, him heading toward the gyms’ main shower area. I stood up just enough to ensure the coast was now clear, and catch a glimpse of him in his workout gear, his normally immaculate hair now sweaty and tousled.

Damn. What was I doing? What was he going to think of me, prowling, lurking like this…as an animal stalks its prey…approaching him in such a moment of vulnerability?

As soon as he made his way around the first corner, I began to follow. I stayed several paces behind him, an effort to maintain the discretion just a little longer. It wasn’t time yet. A delicate balance of hunger and placation was required if I was going to actually pull this off. I slipped into the other side of the showers without notice, and spotted his silhouette through the tall, thin glass.

I watched him pull the Under Armor shirt over his shoulders, tossing it carelessly to the floor. He stood with his back perfectly to me, as my mind stored images of the way his shoulder blades crested, and upper back muscles broadened with each shrug. I bit my lower lip as he began to remove his shorts, hoping he’d turn just enough for me to see what lied beneath.



I gasped softly when he did, lowering my eyes like an untainted schoolgirl. It felt so good, but so wrong, to study him. To observe him in such a manner that my skin flushed and I felt the anticipatory sting of arousal between my thighs. Moistening my panties at the mere thought of him, there, taking me….

I watched his cock spring from its’ tight, dampened covering. Even in his unprovoked state, he measured well over 6 inches and bore a desirable thickness. I imagined him hardened, sliding it into my wetness, pulsating with each force into me. I imagined the grunts and groans that would erupt as I shoved him back against that dampened shower wall, the water flooding down upon us, and me hungrily upon my knees.

‘It’s now or never,’ I thought.

I approached him without a word. Slowly, I reached out, grasping the top of his naked hips within my hands. He turned, startled, and gazed directly into my eyes. As his lips parted to defy me, I placed one finger upon them in a “Sssh” motion. My sudden brazenness astonished me, as I was so often the submissive in my sexual encounters. But tonight, with my hands upon him for the very first time, I would be the master.

I began to gently kiss his neck, gauging his escalating heartbeat and tasting the saltiness of sweat upon his skin. Though he was frightened, he made no effort to push me away. I let my tongue caress the contours of his chest as my fingernails slowly ran lines down his back. Once more he tried to speak. To warn me of the danger, no doubt. Have proof that he showed some kind of resistance, should anyone find us here, ensnared in such a precarious position. But I wasn’t going to let him. I wanted him delirious, aching, unapologetic, as I so often was. I silenced him with a kiss upon the lips. Then another. It wasn’t long before he was returning them with the same intensity, shoving his tongue deeper and deeper inside my mouth.

I pulled away from him just long enough to grab the keys I’d swiped from the front desk and lock the door, ensuring that no one would be disturbing us. I casually removed items of clothing, until the only thing left was the black lace bra and panties I’d saved for this occasion. I watched his eyes ogle my darkened breasts as I moved towards him, reaching out to feel the growing rigidity between his legs.

“Mmmm,” I whispered. “You’re already hard.”

He smiled wickedly as I stroked him, eager to shove that thick cock inside of me. But I wasn’t ready to fuck him yet. I wanted him to taste my desire. To understand just what it is he does to me. To feel my juices running down his chin as he violated me repeatedly with his mouth and fingers. I lied back upon a bench, pulled my panties to the side, and guided his mouth to my aching pussy.

As his tongue flicked at my clit, I could feel it stiffening and starting to throb. With each lick, the sensations deepened, and I enjoyed the overwhelming pleasures of an experienced tongue. I would cry out each time he slid down and into my hole, taunting me with the lure of sexual release. I grabbed him by the hair, pushing him deeper and deeper between my thighs, until I was moaning and writhing against the cool, wooden construction. I felt the first waves of orgasm approaching, as he forced two fingers inside of me, and then inserted them into my mouth. The taste of my own juices was enough to send me over the edge, as I fucked his face without mercy, ejaculating deep inside his mouth and throat.

It took all I had not to drop to my knees right there, eager to return the favor.


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I stood and removed my panties and bra, letting them fall to the floor. Grabbing his wrist, I led him to the shower area. After all, I hadn’t forgotten what I had come there to do. Water was such a sensual thing to me. So pure and unintentionally inviting. An enigmatic beauty to accompany the temptations of the flesh, simultaneously feeding our sins and washing them away. I reached out to pull the handle, adjusted the temperature, and watched the room quickly begin to fill with steam.

He stroked his throbbing cock as he waited, swiftly positioning himself behind me and pulling me towards him. I could feel his supple lips alternating in the sensitive area between my shoulder blades. He made his way to the top of my spine, and onto the nape of my neck, gently moving my hair to the side as he did so. I closed my eyes and leaned into him slightly, overtaken by these new sensations. I could feel his penis pressing against my buttocks, with the subtlest drop of pre-cum leaking from its’ now pulsing head. I turned, grabbed his chest and pushed him under the chrome showerhead. The force of the water subdued his erection, alleviating my fear that he’d explode as soon as my lips were upon his shaft.

I stood back to admire him for a moment, watching the water flow down his torso and come to rest in a puddle at his feet. His hair soaked, the curls now matted against his forehead and appearing even more nigrene.

“God damn, he was beautiful,” I thought to myself. “And all mine”

If only for this moment.

I reached out to grab the complimentary body wash and sponge from the stall ledge, lathering it into a soapy mixture. Working my way over every inch of his body, I traced the sinewy lines of his muscles, and allowed my hands to linger in my favorite spots. The ones I had so often admired, yet never touched. As I leaned into him, I could feel the cool slickness of the water droplets bombarding my own skin, dampening my hair to my shoulders and chest. I dropped to my knees on that warm, tiled floor and began to suck his cock.

I simultaneously used my hand to jack him off, and each time I licked his shaft, I would look up at him with a deliciously naughty grin upon my face. I flicked my tongue against his balls, cradling and massaging them within my hands, before taking him into my mouth again. It wasn’t long before he was begging to fuck me, as I teased him with the visual of his cock sliding up and down between my large, soap-covered breasts. I rose to my feet, and pinned him back against that shower wall.

“You want to fuck me?” I asked haughtily, my palms in his chest restricting any movement.

“Do you think you can handle it?”

I continued to taunt him this way, biting his lower lip and tangling my fingernails in his chest hair. Wondering how long before he would try to turn the tables. To fight, again. This time for the unrepentant thrill of dominance.

He didn’t. Not once. Simply whispering into my ear, “please.”

I stared into his rich, brown eyes for what felt like eternity. I watched them tell me secrets. Secrets he had tried so hard to maintain, yet in this moment, this one vulnerable moment, exposed every weakness and every long hidden desire.

I relished the reciprocity.

I turned and bent over before him, grasping the metal railing on the wall for support. I felt his thick, hardened cock slide powerfully into me, penetrating every fiber of my being. I heard the rapturous groan that emanates at that first sweet moment of vindication. Each time he would force himself into me, I would lunge forward, my slippery hands struggling to maintain a grip upon the bar. He grabbed my hair for leverage, and yanked me back with each forward motion, until our bodies were lost in a sensual tandem.



“Fuck me,” I moaned with syncopated breath. “Harder.”

He plunged even deeper into my aching pussy, arousing from me a low, animalistic growl. I felt his free hand fiercely digging into my hip, leaving a welcomed imprint and the slightest trace of marks from his fingernails. It wasn’t long before I was shaking all over, crying out as the first waves of orgasm washed over my body. Overwhelmed by the barrage of sensations from his touch and the water upon our burning skin, I soon felt him stiffen and subside, signifying his own impending release. I continued to violently ride his pulsating cock, my legs shaking and my desire sated.

“Cum for me, baby,” I whispered.

With one final thrust, he was filling me. His hot, sticky cream dripping down my inner thighs and my hair still tangled around his fist. We stayed in this position for several minutes, as ragged breaths and tender sighs intertwined in the silence.

He slowly pulled out of me, and I turned to meet him, pushing the dampened strands of hair away from my face and neck. He reached for the towel rack, grabbing us something to cover with.

“Can I ask you something?” he said.

“What made you do this?”

“Maybe I just wanted to see if you would play along,” I replied, smiling as I changed my clothes and headed for the door.

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