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WORKED OUT
A True Story
I sat on the bench press after my workout. Totally gassed, drinking from my water bottle. Looking up, I saw her. Her. The woman that had been coming in every Monday/Wednesday/Friday for the last month. She was new to the gym and to be honest...I’m not sure I would have stuck with my workouts if she hadn’t kept showing up.
Without fail, she would wear short black skintight workout shorts and a neon colored sports bra. Today was no different. I always try to be subtle -- looking off into space as I recover -- but really watching her on the stair-step machine. Her toned legs pumping up and down on the stepper...her ass flexing inside her tight blackshorts. That small gap between her thighs, that let’s be honest, I kept imagining my cock fitting right into.
I watched her from behind -- her shoulder blades moving under her bright neon pink sports bra as her arms worked in tandem with the machine. Her blonde hair was pulled back tight into a ponytail which swung back and forth with her movement. I stood up and walked to the water fountain to get a better look. Just enjoying the view. Trying not to be obvious. The last thing I wanted was for her to feel creeped out or uncomfortable coming here.
At the water fountain I was treated to a profile view. Her legs still pumping up and down the imaginary stairs...I saw her healthy breasts held tight and firm inside her pink bra...barely moving. But there was enough heft there that I knew they would be more than a handful.
That’s when everything fell apart. She caught my eye. Well...she caught my eye NOT looking at her eyes...but looking at her breasts. I looked away, embarrassed. Dammit. She kept working out as I went back to the showers to get cleaned up. I opened the door to the single shower/bathroom and closed it behind me. As I pulled off my shorts and sweaty shirt I noticed that the rhythmic sound of her step machine had stopped. Great. She’d been creeped out completely.
I reached a hand into the shower and turned on the water, waiting for the temperature to warm up a little. When I turned around, I nearly had a heart attack. Over the running water I hadn’t heard her open the door. Hadn’t I locked it? I guess not. She was standing there, pushing the door closed with her back. Her hands behind her. She wasn’t smiling. She was pissed I thought. She looked serious. I imagined all the ways she would kick me or use some crazy Thai Chi to knock me out. I deserved it probably. I’d done nothing but stare at her for weeks and imagine different ways of fucking her. Never once saying a word to her in real life.
Oh yeah. And I was standing there naked on top of everything else. I tend to...shrink during and after a work out so I was honestly...more than embarrassed.
She reached down and locked the door -- never once looking away from me. This was usually how the Penthouse Letters started...but of course my version of those letters would just be me getting my naked shrunken ass kicked. She took a step toward me and then looked down. Honestly...if she’d just given me a little warning I could have chumped it up a little and at least not looked like I was ten years old.
I started to talk...stumbling over some kind of apology and she just moved closer until she was right up on me. I felt her breasts push against my chest through her bra...and then I felt her hand on my balls. Seriously? I’m not k**ding...I really did think...if this really happens...I am totally going to write this down and post it EVERYWHERE. No one will be believe it. She didn’t say a word. She was sweaty from her workout. No make-up but she didn’t really need it. She was early 30s. Full lips -- long curving eyebrows and crystal-cool blue eyes.
I felt her hands -- warm from her work out, cup my (still shrunken balls) and then feel for my cock. Thank god...for a second I was worried...but I could feel my dick start to fill with blood...how could it not? This was it...unbelievable.
She stepped away from me and walked over to the sink. She put her hands on the edge of the sink and arched her back slightly -- her ass towards me. My cock was full-on hard at this point. The shower/bath was cramped so it only took me 2 steps to reach her. I looked at her ass now full-on. No more sneaky glances. It was beautiful and round in her tight lycra shorts. I put one hand on her ass. It was smooth and hot from the workout. I moved it around, down to her croch...feeling where her pussy was. No way to tell through the sweat-wicking fabric if she was wet. I hoped so. I assumed so. I hooked my fingers under the top of her shorts and I peeled them down. They were tight so it took a little effort as they peeled away from her sweaty skin -- over her round ass and down to her knees. As I crouched to pull them all the way to her ankles, my face brushed her smooth ass and I could smell the musky scent of her pussy. I stood back up and leaned over her...sliding my cock into her thigh gap, just as I’d been imagining minutes ago. She kept one hand on the sink and put the other between her legs to guide my head toward her pussy lips. She pushed it up and cradling my cock-head with her fingertips, guided me into her. She was wet. Dripping wet. I slid into her tight pussy with no trouble at all. I glided in. It felt like diving head-first into a warm pool of cream. I pushed all the way in...balls deep -- and I felt my balls loosen up now...they were hanging lower as her hands moved from my cock to my balls -- her fingernails gently caressing my sack...giving me goosebumps up my balls and ass. I looked up over her head and saw us in the mirror above the sink. She looked intense. Not a look of pleasure...but like she was still...kind of working out. I stalled...my cock half in her...tentatively...and she pushed her ass back on to me roughly -- jamming my cock all the way in now. I’m not a monster in that department...7 inches but pretty thick. She grunted a little as she shoved back on to me and I put my hands on her naked hips reflexively. My thumbs were in the small of her back -- damp with sweat from her workout. I ran my hands up her sides...across her ribs and under her armpits -- cupping her sports bra constrained breasts. The bra made her breasts frustratingly flat and unmoving. I grabbed the bottom of the bra and pulled it up as her tits fell out -- big and voluptuous -- better than I’d pictured -- with pencil-top eraser sized nippels -- erect. I pulled her bra up under her chin and then got into it. I fucked her as hard as I could. Stroking in deep -- not too fast. I took clues from the rhythm she was setting with her hips...grinding back on me - pushing her crotch against me hard -- I could feel her pussy lips spread and pressed against the base of my cock as I put every single bit of me into her.
I hadn’t cum for a week. I usually jerk off once a day -- but had been busy at work and had been too tired at night. At least that’s the excuse I’m making here -- after maybe two minutes of fucking, I was ready to explode.
I pulled out...my cock quivering...threatening to end this moment before I wanted to. I willed myself not to cum. I thought about ice. Snow. All the work I still had to do at the office. Fucking baseball.
And then I was okay. She turned around to look at me -- not surprised. Just waiting for me to recover a little bit. I liked this. I liked her. She knew what she was doing and the effect her body was having on me.
She put her hands on my shoulders...and then spoke her first words to me:
“Lay on the ground.”
I did so. Putting my back on the bathroom tile. It was cold -- and I cringed a little bit -- but then it felt good after a minute. I lay on my back...hands under my head to give me a little cushion. My cock was pointing straight up -- well, curved back and the tip looking straight at my face actually. She stood over me, stepping out of her shorts. She left her bra hitched up over her breats as she put a foot on either side of my hips and squatted down. She reached down and pulled my cock up -- guiding it back into her. I was a little apprehensive. If she was in control...I would not be able to pull out in time to not cum...and I’d be cumming inside her. Well. I assumed she knew this too.
She hovered over me -- my cock-tip just inside her pussy as she held that position -- her fit legs having no problem with this squat. She put her hands on her breasts, cupping them and closing her eyes. Her fingers twiddled her nipples like the dials on a combination lock. Pinching them and twisting them and pulling a little bit.
Then she sunk down, my full shaft pushing up into her pussy. Her cunt was shaved and I felt just a little stubble against my crotch as she ground down on me slowly...in a circular pattern. Still pinching her nipples. Then she opened her eyes, put her hands on my chest as she leaned forward...and I nearly blacked out.
Here’s what I remember. I think. She had leaned forward to get a better position to hammer up and down on my cock. She was bouncing up and down so quickly -- faster than I had ever jacked my own cock. Like when you jerk it two times in one day. The second time you really have to do it quickly to get it going. She was going faster than that. But with her pussy. She slapped up and down on my -- rising up to the tip of my cock -- it nearly slipping out -- and then back down hard. Fwap-fwap-fwap -- she just kept bouncing on my cock -- like...like she was exercising. I tilted my head back -- arms out now -- and my head hit the tile with a ‘thunk’ -- as I gave in -- my eyes closed -- all I could feel was the pressure of her hands on my chest and the warm grip of her pussy sliding up and down on me, slapping into my pubic hair over and over.
Then she stopped abruptly. I opened my eyes. She was alll the way down on me. I was deep inside her. She leaned forward...her knees tightened around my ribcage and that was it. I tried to say something - “I’m about to cum…” or something like that, but it would have been a lie. I was already cumming. I pushed my hips up -- desperate to get even deeper into her even though there was no way -- I jetted my cum into her pussy hard -- it’d been a week so the first jet came in a electricity-shock of pleasure/pain as I jerked into her. It felt like a mile long rope of thick cum going inside her. I felt a twinge of guilt...she hadn’t cum and that’s not how I like to operate...but it always takes me a while to acclimate to a woman...the first time is always really fast. Sorry.
As I jerked a second time into her... I started to whisper some kind of lame apology, but her eyes were closed...at first I thought she was just pissed...but then I realized...she was about to cum. She gritted her teeth, eyes closed and one hand reached up and pulled hard on her left nipple -- stretching it out as her knees and legs tightened on my torso. Meanwhile I was jetting pump after pump of a week’s worth of cum into her. I felt her pussy contract on me -- squeezing my shaft -- pulling as much out of me and into her as it could.
She grinded down on me hard. My cock impossibly deep and my cum shooting even deeper into her. She opened her eyes and looked at me. She looked at me like I was a stranger. Well...I was a stranger. It was over. She stood up and my half-hard cock slipped out along with a pool of my cum that landed in my pubic hair. She walked over to the sink and I saw more of my cum running down the inside of her leg. She casually wiped it off with her hand and moved her hand into her crotch, collecting whatever cum she could. Over the sink, she licked some of it off of her hand and then ran her hands under the sink.
I stood up and watched her. She pulled her shorts up and her bra back down, wrestling to get her breasts back into the pink neon. She turned and looked at me.
“Keep working out,” she said. Maybe encouragingly? I couldn’t really tell what she meant by that. Would I see her again? Is that what it meant.
She opened the door and closed it behind her. I got in the shower and washed the last of the cum and her pussy juice off of my crotch and then turned around to let the hot water hit the back of my neck.
I’d see her again -- for a few weeks at the gym -- working out. But she never said another word to me. And then she stopped showing up. But I still show up every other day. And I use the same shower/bath stall. And I never walk over that tile without thinking of her beautifully sweat body squatting on it -- over me.
A True Story
I sat on the bench press after my workout. Totally gassed, drinking from my water bottle. Looking up, I saw her. Her. The woman that had been coming in every Monday/Wednesday/Friday for the last month. She was new to the gym and to be honest...I’m not sure I would have stuck with my workouts if she hadn’t kept showing up.
Without fail, she would wear short black skintight workout shorts and a neon colored sports bra. Today was no different. I always try to be subtle -- looking off into space as I recover -- but really watching her on the stair-step machine. Her toned legs pumping up and down on the stepper...her ass flexing inside her tight blackshorts. That small gap between her thighs, that let’s be honest, I kept imagining my cock fitting right into.
I watched her from behind -- her shoulder blades moving under her bright neon pink sports bra as her arms worked in tandem with the machine. Her blonde hair was pulled back tight into a ponytail which swung back and forth with her movement. I stood up and walked to the water fountain to get a better look. Just enjoying the view. Trying not to be obvious. The last thing I wanted was for her to feel creeped out or uncomfortable coming here.
At the water fountain I was treated to a profile view. Her legs still pumping up and down the imaginary stairs...I saw her healthy breasts held tight and firm inside her pink bra...barely moving. But there was enough heft there that I knew they would be more than a handful.
That’s when everything fell apart. She caught my eye. Well...she caught my eye NOT looking at her eyes...but looking at her breasts. I looked away, embarrassed. Dammit. She kept working out as I went back to the showers to get cleaned up. I opened the door to the single shower/bathroom and closed it behind me. As I pulled off my shorts and sweaty shirt I noticed that the rhythmic sound of her step machine had stopped. Great. She’d been creeped out completely.
I reached a hand into the shower and turned on the water, waiting for the temperature to warm up a little. When I turned around, I nearly had a heart attack. Over the running water I hadn’t heard her open the door. Hadn’t I locked it? I guess not. She was standing there, pushing the door closed with her back. Her hands behind her. She wasn’t smiling. She was pissed I thought. She looked serious. I imagined all the ways she would kick me or use some crazy Thai Chi to knock me out. I deserved it probably. I’d done nothing but stare at her for weeks and imagine different ways of fucking her. Never once saying a word to her in real life.
Oh yeah. And I was standing there naked on top of everything else. I tend to...shrink during and after a work out so I was honestly...more than embarrassed.
She reached down and locked the door -- never once looking away from me. This was usually how the Penthouse Letters started...but of course my version of those letters would just be me getting my naked shrunken ass kicked. She took a step toward me and then looked down. Honestly...if she’d just given me a little warning I could have chumped it up a little and at least not looked like I was ten years old.
I started to talk...stumbling over some kind of apology and she just moved closer until she was right up on me. I felt her breasts push against my chest through her bra...and then I felt her hand on my balls. Seriously? I’m not k**ding...I really did think...if this really happens...I am totally going to write this down and post it EVERYWHERE. No one will be believe it. She didn’t say a word. She was sweaty from her workout. No make-up but she didn’t really need it. She was early 30s. Full lips -- long curving eyebrows and crystal-cool blue eyes.
I felt her hands -- warm from her work out, cup my (still shrunken balls) and then feel for my cock. Thank god...for a second I was worried...but I could feel my dick start to fill with blood...how could it not? This was it...unbelievable.
She stepped away from me and walked over to the sink. She put her hands on the edge of the sink and arched her back slightly -- her ass towards me. My cock was full-on hard at this point. The shower/bath was cramped so it only took me 2 steps to reach her. I looked at her ass now full-on. No more sneaky glances. It was beautiful and round in her tight lycra shorts. I put one hand on her ass. It was smooth and hot from the workout. I moved it around, down to her croch...feeling where her pussy was. No way to tell through the sweat-wicking fabric if she was wet. I hoped so. I assumed so. I hooked my fingers under the top of her shorts and I peeled them down. They were tight so it took a little effort as they peeled away from her sweaty skin -- over her round ass and down to her knees. As I crouched to pull them all the way to her ankles, my face brushed her smooth ass and I could smell the musky scent of her pussy. I stood back up and leaned over her...sliding my cock into her thigh gap, just as I’d been imagining minutes ago. She kept one hand on the sink and put the other between her legs to guide my head toward her pussy lips. She pushed it up and cradling my cock-head with her fingertips, guided me into her. She was wet. Dripping wet. I slid into her tight pussy with no trouble at all. I glided in. It felt like diving head-first into a warm pool of cream. I pushed all the way in...balls deep -- and I felt my balls loosen up now...they were hanging lower as her hands moved from my cock to my balls -- her fingernails gently caressing my sack...giving me goosebumps up my balls and ass. I looked up over her head and saw us in the mirror above the sink. She looked intense. Not a look of pleasure...but like she was still...kind of working out. I stalled...my cock half in her...tentatively...and she pushed her ass back on to me roughly -- jamming my cock all the way in now. I’m not a monster in that department...7 inches but pretty thick. She grunted a little as she shoved back on to me and I put my hands on her naked hips reflexively. My thumbs were in the small of her back -- damp with sweat from her workout. I ran my hands up her sides...across her ribs and under her armpits -- cupping her sports bra constrained breasts. The bra made her breasts frustratingly flat and unmoving. I grabbed the bottom of the bra and pulled it up as her tits fell out -- big and voluptuous -- better than I’d pictured -- with pencil-top eraser sized nippels -- erect. I pulled her bra up under her chin and then got into it. I fucked her as hard as I could. Stroking in deep -- not too fast. I took clues from the rhythm she was setting with her hips...grinding back on me - pushing her crotch against me hard -- I could feel her pussy lips spread and pressed against the base of my cock as I put every single bit of me into her.
I hadn’t cum for a week. I usually jerk off once a day -- but had been busy at work and had been too tired at night. At least that’s the excuse I’m making here -- after maybe two minutes of fucking, I was ready to explode.
I pulled out...my cock quivering...threatening to end this moment before I wanted to. I willed myself not to cum. I thought about ice. Snow. All the work I still had to do at the office. Fucking baseball.
And then I was okay. She turned around to look at me -- not surprised. Just waiting for me to recover a little bit. I liked this. I liked her. She knew what she was doing and the effect her body was having on me.
She put her hands on my shoulders...and then spoke her first words to me:
“Lay on the ground.”
I did so. Putting my back on the bathroom tile. It was cold -- and I cringed a little bit -- but then it felt good after a minute. I lay on my back...hands under my head to give me a little cushion. My cock was pointing straight up -- well, curved back and the tip looking straight at my face actually. She stood over me, stepping out of her shorts. She left her bra hitched up over her breats as she put a foot on either side of my hips and squatted down. She reached down and pulled my cock up -- guiding it back into her. I was a little apprehensive. If she was in control...I would not be able to pull out in time to not cum...and I’d be cumming inside her. Well. I assumed she knew this too.
She hovered over me -- my cock-tip just inside her pussy as she held that position -- her fit legs having no problem with this squat. She put her hands on her breasts, cupping them and closing her eyes. Her fingers twiddled her nipples like the dials on a combination lock. Pinching them and twisting them and pulling a little bit.
Then she sunk down, my full shaft pushing up into her pussy. Her cunt was shaved and I felt just a little stubble against my crotch as she ground down on me slowly...in a circular pattern. Still pinching her nipples. Then she opened her eyes, put her hands on my chest as she leaned forward...and I nearly blacked out.
Here’s what I remember. I think. She had leaned forward to get a better position to hammer up and down on my cock. She was bouncing up and down so quickly -- faster than I had ever jacked my own cock. Like when you jerk it two times in one day. The second time you really have to do it quickly to get it going. She was going faster than that. But with her pussy. She slapped up and down on my -- rising up to the tip of my cock -- it nearly slipping out -- and then back down hard. Fwap-fwap-fwap -- she just kept bouncing on my cock -- like...like she was exercising. I tilted my head back -- arms out now -- and my head hit the tile with a ‘thunk’ -- as I gave in -- my eyes closed -- all I could feel was the pressure of her hands on my chest and the warm grip of her pussy sliding up and down on me, slapping into my pubic hair over and over.
Then she stopped abruptly. I opened my eyes. She was alll the way down on me. I was deep inside her. She leaned forward...her knees tightened around my ribcage and that was it. I tried to say something - “I’m about to cum…” or something like that, but it would have been a lie. I was already cumming. I pushed my hips up -- desperate to get even deeper into her even though there was no way -- I jetted my cum into her pussy hard -- it’d been a week so the first jet came in a electricity-shock of pleasure/pain as I jerked into her. It felt like a mile long rope of thick cum going inside her. I felt a twinge of guilt...she hadn’t cum and that’s not how I like to operate...but it always takes me a while to acclimate to a woman...the first time is always really fast. Sorry.
As I jerked a second time into her... I started to whisper some kind of lame apology, but her eyes were closed...at first I thought she was just pissed...but then I realized...she was about to cum. She gritted her teeth, eyes closed and one hand reached up and pulled hard on her left nipple -- stretching it out as her knees and legs tightened on my torso. Meanwhile I was jetting pump after pump of a week’s worth of cum into her. I felt her pussy contract on me -- squeezing my shaft -- pulling as much out of me and into her as it could.
She grinded down on me hard. My cock impossibly deep and my cum shooting even deeper into her. She opened her eyes and looked at me. She looked at me like I was a stranger. Well...I was a stranger. It was over. She stood up and my half-hard cock slipped out along with a pool of my cum that landed in my pubic hair. She walked over to the sink and I saw more of my cum running down the inside of her leg. She casually wiped it off with her hand and moved her hand into her crotch, collecting whatever cum she could. Over the sink, she licked some of it off of her hand and then ran her hands under the sink.
I stood up and watched her. She pulled her shorts up and her bra back down, wrestling to get her breasts back into the pink neon. She turned and looked at me.
“Keep working out,” she said. Maybe encouragingly? I couldn’t really tell what she meant by that. Would I see her again? Is that what it meant.
She opened the door and closed it behind her. I got in the shower and washed the last of the cum and her pussy juice off of my crotch and then turned around to let the hot water hit the back of my neck.
I’d see her again -- for a few weeks at the gym -- working out. But she never said another word to me. And then she stopped showing up. But I still show up every other day. And I use the same shower/bath stall. And I never walk over that tile without thinking of her beautifully sweat body squatting on it -- over me.
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