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Adventures of Amy, Part II
Amy was stunned and could not help but watch. She had thought she was doing something strange, naughty, taboo.. but here was someone else, doing the same thing. Or, sort of the same… but not quite.
The woman was tall, with olive-colored skin and raven-black hair tumbling in waves around her face. Her eyes were closed, and her soft, full lips were parted in a soft moan. Her body was… well, Amy had never really looked at other women in that way before, but looking now, she had to admit she liked what she saw. Six feet tall if she was an inch, with not an ounce of extra fat on her. Strong shoulders, wonderfully toned biceps, and breasts standing full and perky in the mist, probably held up by some well-built pecs.
Amy’s eyes continued downward, over a flat, toned stomach, across the thighs of a Goddess who was clearly no stranger to the squat rack. Amy herself was what gym patrons often thought of as a “cardio bunny” - pretty, shapely, and mostly concerned with keeping off the fat. This woman, on the other hand, was clearly a lifter. And her hands…
Her hands were between her legs. Their position mostly hid what looked like a well-trimmed triangle of black hair. Two long fingers of the left hand held open the woman’s labia, and the right dipped between them, stroking up and down with two fingertips. With each upward stroke, she gasped and her thighs quivered.
Amy squirmed, trying to keep silent. She found that the relief she’d felt from touching herself was gone, replaced with curiosity and lust. It made no sense at all; Amy was very, very straight. She loved men and cocks and fucking men’s cocks, but still, she just had to try…
Silently, she slipped back partway into the mist. She sat across and down from where the stranger languished, hoping the steam and the woman’s closed eyes would hide her, and then slipped her hands under her towel. Watching carefully, she tried to mimic the pressure and spread herself open, then slid a finger up and against herself.
The sensation was intense, a tingling rushing up her spine. Amy gasped and bit her lip to keep quiet. She glanced across, but the other woman still seemed unaware, sighing and softly moaning. Amy moved her fingers again, quivering at the feel of it. Her eyes slipped closed, and her imagination kicked into gear.
In her mind, Amy looked down. She expected to see the hunky guy from before smiling up at her, but instead there was waves of inky black hair and a gently up-curved nose. The woman’s left hand gently pressed Amy’s inner thigh, easing it further outward, while her right held her open with soft pressure, and a warm, firm pressure lapped at her. Amy had never had a fantasy this vivid, and certainly never about another woman’s tongue sliding up and down inside her, but she didn’t care. She was lost in the heat and the fog.
Amy leaned back and moaned, imagining running her fingers through the mysterious stranger’s long black hair, pulling her inward, begging her not to stop. All the while in the real world her finger stroked firmer, a little faster, urging Amy’s body up and up along a wave of pleasure.
Suddenly the wave crested. Amy gasped, her legs spasmed, and she emitted a little squeaking sound. Her body remained clenched for several seconds as she rode it out, then finally relaxed with a sigh, melting back onto the sauna bench, panting.
”Ooh… that was lovely, pretty girl.”
Amy’s eyes shot open and her hand clapped over her mouth to stifle a shriek. This had two unforeseen consequences. First, she snagged on her towel, whipping it to the side and exposing her slim, sweaty body to the air. Second, there was a wet sound as Amy realized she’d soaked her hand in her excitement. That hadn’t happened since… hell, Amy couldn’t remember the last time any sort of sex had made her do that!
The woman chuckled. She was standing in front of Amy, completely uncovered, less than a foot away. “First time, sweetheart?” Her voice was thick and rich, amused, but kind.
Amy panicked, clutching at her towel and holding it in front of herself. “E-excuse me,” she stammered, launching herself toward the door.
The woman got there first, crossing the floor in long strides that easily outpaced Amy’s weak-kneed scramble and slapping a powerful hand to the moist wood. “Don’t be shy,” she said, her voice still smooth. “I don’t bite, unless I’m asked to.”
Amy swallowed hard. She was still out of breath, clutching her towel in front of herself like a lifeline and trying not to think about the sticky moisture running down her thighs. “I-I’m sorry,” she gasped. “I didn’t mean to- I mean, you were- I just-”
“You saw me playing and wanted to join in. Just like I wanted to when I first saw you.” The woman grinned. “I totally understand. Working up a good sweat makes me hot, too.”
Amy blushed, although she was no longer sure if she was embarrassed at having been caught or at how accurate that description was. She frowned. “Please, I’ll just go-”
The larger woman pouted. She was indeed larger than Amy, by a good six inches and a lot of muscle, but Amy didn’t feel threatened by her. She rather felt the opposite, sort of a matronly vibe, and her imagination tried to suggest things…
“Don’t go so soon,” the woman replied. “I was hoping you’d show me… well, you saw what I do, but I didn’t get a clear look at you, your legs were closed.”
Amy gasped. “What! No! That’s not- no way!” The other woman chuckled again. Amy pulled at the door handle, but that strong hand and arm were still pressed against the door, holding it shut. “Please, I just want to go.”
The woman sighed. “Come on, cutie, I showed you mine. Just show me. You looked like you were really enjoying yourself. I want to try it. Then you can go, before we both steam ourselves into prunes.”
Amy thought about it. She definitely still felt a tingle… She nodded. “Fine. But only for a little while.”
The woman smiled and clapped her hands. “Okay! You just sit right over here…” She led Amy to the bench and sat across from her. She spread her legs and slid her right hand down between them. “Show me how you make yourself feel so good.”
Amy felt like she’d turned purple in embarrassment. She closed her eyes and moved her hand between her legs, touching her clit. It was still swollen and sensitive, and she let out a little gasp.
“Mmm… Open your legs a little, I can hardly see.” Amy felt a warm hand on her knee and she let it be moved, exposing herself. She started rubbing in little circles with her middle and ring fingers.
There was a soft moaning from the other woman, but Amy ignored it, slipping again into her fantasy world. She was sitting on the sauna bench, and her first boyfriend was standing in front of her, rubbing the tip of his cock along her slit. She rubbed faster and moaned as he pushed it inside her. Soon he was pumping in and out in long, slow strokes. She raised her hand and felt him grasp her breast, squeezing it and rubbing the nipple with his palm. She heard another moan and knew that if she opened her eyes she’d see the other woman rubbing herself and squeezing her own breast.
She again ignored it and retreated to her imagination. Her old boyfriend was thrusting into her and groaning, playing with her tits, and her own hand was running the other woman’s clitoris while she kissed her…
Amy gasped in shock, both at the image she’d just conjured and at the response her body made. She shivered as a tiny orgasm flitted through her. Across the sauna, the woman moaned and sighed in pleasure. “Ooh… this is good, pretty, don’t stop.”
Amy didn’t stop. She kept rubbing and squeezing and imagining, letting the scene in her mind go where it would. She imagined herself kissing the other woman’s neck and chest, suckling her nipples, all while her ex made love to her harder and deeper. She imagined sliding off the bench and kneeling before him with her new friend, kissing her while he stroked himself. Taking turns with her sucking his cock, laughing as they competed to see who would be the first to make him cum…
Amy squealed and arched her back, cumming harder than before… cumming harder than she remembered! She kept rubbing herself frantically, pushing wave after wave of fire and ice up her spine. Across from her, the woman’s intense groans told a similar story.
Finally, with a couple last hip-bucking spasms, Amy was able to relax. She opened her eyes, panting, her hand laying forgotten atop her throbbing sex. Sure enough, the other woman was laying in a similar slouch, legs spread, hand at rest. She was smiling.
“That was wonderful,” she said. “There’s just one last thing I think we should do…” The woman leaned over to Amy and quickly whispered in her ear, both of them started to giggle like little school girls.
Steve shook his head. This gym was ridiculous. Most of the space was taken up with isolation machines and huge treadmills and bikes. There were only three power cages, all of which were constantly in use. There were crossfitters hopping back and forth over the benches with little dumbbells. He could hear the sound of his gains going away by the minute.
There was nothing for it. Shower, clean up, and cancel the membership. Spend the rest of the day online buying equipment and just work out in the basement. He nodded and headed toward the change rooms.
There was an odd sound and a bang as the door to the women’s sauna slammed open. Steve stared in shock as a flash crossed his vision. Literally. Two women, one looking like a naughty co-ed and the other a greek goddess, flew out the door across the hall and into the changeroom, giggling like idiots.
They were both completely naked.
Steve blinked a few times, then smiled to himself. Perhaps this gym wasn’t so bad after all...
Amy was stunned and could not help but watch. She had thought she was doing something strange, naughty, taboo.. but here was someone else, doing the same thing. Or, sort of the same… but not quite.
The woman was tall, with olive-colored skin and raven-black hair tumbling in waves around her face. Her eyes were closed, and her soft, full lips were parted in a soft moan. Her body was… well, Amy had never really looked at other women in that way before, but looking now, she had to admit she liked what she saw. Six feet tall if she was an inch, with not an ounce of extra fat on her. Strong shoulders, wonderfully toned biceps, and breasts standing full and perky in the mist, probably held up by some well-built pecs.
Amy’s eyes continued downward, over a flat, toned stomach, across the thighs of a Goddess who was clearly no stranger to the squat rack. Amy herself was what gym patrons often thought of as a “cardio bunny” - pretty, shapely, and mostly concerned with keeping off the fat. This woman, on the other hand, was clearly a lifter. And her hands…
Her hands were between her legs. Their position mostly hid what looked like a well-trimmed triangle of black hair. Two long fingers of the left hand held open the woman’s labia, and the right dipped between them, stroking up and down with two fingertips. With each upward stroke, she gasped and her thighs quivered.
Amy squirmed, trying to keep silent. She found that the relief she’d felt from touching herself was gone, replaced with curiosity and lust. It made no sense at all; Amy was very, very straight. She loved men and cocks and fucking men’s cocks, but still, she just had to try…
Silently, she slipped back partway into the mist. She sat across and down from where the stranger languished, hoping the steam and the woman’s closed eyes would hide her, and then slipped her hands under her towel. Watching carefully, she tried to mimic the pressure and spread herself open, then slid a finger up and against herself.
The sensation was intense, a tingling rushing up her spine. Amy gasped and bit her lip to keep quiet. She glanced across, but the other woman still seemed unaware, sighing and softly moaning. Amy moved her fingers again, quivering at the feel of it. Her eyes slipped closed, and her imagination kicked into gear.
In her mind, Amy looked down. She expected to see the hunky guy from before smiling up at her, but instead there was waves of inky black hair and a gently up-curved nose. The woman’s left hand gently pressed Amy’s inner thigh, easing it further outward, while her right held her open with soft pressure, and a warm, firm pressure lapped at her. Amy had never had a fantasy this vivid, and certainly never about another woman’s tongue sliding up and down inside her, but she didn’t care. She was lost in the heat and the fog.
Amy leaned back and moaned, imagining running her fingers through the mysterious stranger’s long black hair, pulling her inward, begging her not to stop. All the while in the real world her finger stroked firmer, a little faster, urging Amy’s body up and up along a wave of pleasure.
Suddenly the wave crested. Amy gasped, her legs spasmed, and she emitted a little squeaking sound. Her body remained clenched for several seconds as she rode it out, then finally relaxed with a sigh, melting back onto the sauna bench, panting.
”Ooh… that was lovely, pretty girl.”
Amy’s eyes shot open and her hand clapped over her mouth to stifle a shriek. This had two unforeseen consequences. First, she snagged on her towel, whipping it to the side and exposing her slim, sweaty body to the air. Second, there was a wet sound as Amy realized she’d soaked her hand in her excitement. That hadn’t happened since… hell, Amy couldn’t remember the last time any sort of sex had made her do that!
The woman chuckled. She was standing in front of Amy, completely uncovered, less than a foot away. “First time, sweetheart?” Her voice was thick and rich, amused, but kind.
Amy panicked, clutching at her towel and holding it in front of herself. “E-excuse me,” she stammered, launching herself toward the door.
The woman got there first, crossing the floor in long strides that easily outpaced Amy’s weak-kneed scramble and slapping a powerful hand to the moist wood. “Don’t be shy,” she said, her voice still smooth. “I don’t bite, unless I’m asked to.”
Amy swallowed hard. She was still out of breath, clutching her towel in front of herself like a lifeline and trying not to think about the sticky moisture running down her thighs. “I-I’m sorry,” she gasped. “I didn’t mean to- I mean, you were- I just-”
“You saw me playing and wanted to join in. Just like I wanted to when I first saw you.” The woman grinned. “I totally understand. Working up a good sweat makes me hot, too.”
Amy blushed, although she was no longer sure if she was embarrassed at having been caught or at how accurate that description was. She frowned. “Please, I’ll just go-”
The larger woman pouted. She was indeed larger than Amy, by a good six inches and a lot of muscle, but Amy didn’t feel threatened by her. She rather felt the opposite, sort of a matronly vibe, and her imagination tried to suggest things…
“Don’t go so soon,” the woman replied. “I was hoping you’d show me… well, you saw what I do, but I didn’t get a clear look at you, your legs were closed.”
Amy gasped. “What! No! That’s not- no way!” The other woman chuckled again. Amy pulled at the door handle, but that strong hand and arm were still pressed against the door, holding it shut. “Please, I just want to go.”
The woman sighed. “Come on, cutie, I showed you mine. Just show me. You looked like you were really enjoying yourself. I want to try it. Then you can go, before we both steam ourselves into prunes.”
Amy thought about it. She definitely still felt a tingle… She nodded. “Fine. But only for a little while.”
The woman smiled and clapped her hands. “Okay! You just sit right over here…” She led Amy to the bench and sat across from her. She spread her legs and slid her right hand down between them. “Show me how you make yourself feel so good.”
Amy felt like she’d turned purple in embarrassment. She closed her eyes and moved her hand between her legs, touching her clit. It was still swollen and sensitive, and she let out a little gasp.
“Mmm… Open your legs a little, I can hardly see.” Amy felt a warm hand on her knee and she let it be moved, exposing herself. She started rubbing in little circles with her middle and ring fingers.
There was a soft moaning from the other woman, but Amy ignored it, slipping again into her fantasy world. She was sitting on the sauna bench, and her first boyfriend was standing in front of her, rubbing the tip of his cock along her slit. She rubbed faster and moaned as he pushed it inside her. Soon he was pumping in and out in long, slow strokes. She raised her hand and felt him grasp her breast, squeezing it and rubbing the nipple with his palm. She heard another moan and knew that if she opened her eyes she’d see the other woman rubbing herself and squeezing her own breast.
She again ignored it and retreated to her imagination. Her old boyfriend was thrusting into her and groaning, playing with her tits, and her own hand was running the other woman’s clitoris while she kissed her…
Amy gasped in shock, both at the image she’d just conjured and at the response her body made. She shivered as a tiny orgasm flitted through her. Across the sauna, the woman moaned and sighed in pleasure. “Ooh… this is good, pretty, don’t stop.”
Amy didn’t stop. She kept rubbing and squeezing and imagining, letting the scene in her mind go where it would. She imagined herself kissing the other woman’s neck and chest, suckling her nipples, all while her ex made love to her harder and deeper. She imagined sliding off the bench and kneeling before him with her new friend, kissing her while he stroked himself. Taking turns with her sucking his cock, laughing as they competed to see who would be the first to make him cum…
Amy squealed and arched her back, cumming harder than before… cumming harder than she remembered! She kept rubbing herself frantically, pushing wave after wave of fire and ice up her spine. Across from her, the woman’s intense groans told a similar story.
Finally, with a couple last hip-bucking spasms, Amy was able to relax. She opened her eyes, panting, her hand laying forgotten atop her throbbing sex. Sure enough, the other woman was laying in a similar slouch, legs spread, hand at rest. She was smiling.
“That was wonderful,” she said. “There’s just one last thing I think we should do…” The woman leaned over to Amy and quickly whispered in her ear, both of them started to giggle like little school girls.
Steve shook his head. This gym was ridiculous. Most of the space was taken up with isolation machines and huge treadmills and bikes. There were only three power cages, all of which were constantly in use. There were crossfitters hopping back and forth over the benches with little dumbbells. He could hear the sound of his gains going away by the minute.
There was nothing for it. Shower, clean up, and cancel the membership. Spend the rest of the day online buying equipment and just work out in the basement. He nodded and headed toward the change rooms.
There was an odd sound and a bang as the door to the women’s sauna slammed open. Steve stared in shock as a flash crossed his vision. Literally. Two women, one looking like a naughty co-ed and the other a greek goddess, flew out the door across the hall and into the changeroom, giggling like idiots.
They were both completely naked.
Steve blinked a few times, then smiled to himself. Perhaps this gym wasn’t so bad after all...
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