0 comments/ 24466 views/ 0 favorites A Good Workout By: sweetgirl198219 Natalie was with her older brother Kyle and his friend Luke at the gym watching them work out. She noticed more than once that Luke had a very sexy muscular body. She had always thought that he was good looking, but he only thought of her as his friend's pesky little sister. She decided to do something to change his mind. She took her shirt off, exposing her in the sports bra she was wearing and the very short shorts she had on. She got on the treadmill and walked for a while. When she looked behind her, she saw that Luke still hadn't noticed. Taking her hair out of the ponytail she always kept it in, she ran a hand through the soft shoulder length black tresses and walked over to where he was lifting weights. She came up behind him, put a hand to his biceps and squeezed, saying, "Wow, you have such sexy arms, Luke." He turned around and looked at her, opened his mouth to say something, then seeing the rest of her, abruptly shut it. He looked her up and down, pausing at her breasts, which were a pretty good size 36C, and back to her face. "Thanks, Lee." He said, calling her the nickname everyone called her. He was only wearing shorts, and Natalie could see his hard-on, although she tried not to notice it. "You look good, Lee, you should leave your hair open more often. And not wear such baggy clothes." Natalie shrugged, and smiled at him seductively. Kyle came over and looked at Natalie. "Hey, little sister, what's with your hair? Did you get it cut or something?" he asked. "No, just left it open." Natalie said. Kyle went back to his weights and Natalie leaned over by Luke's ear and breathed, "Thanks for your compliment." Back at home, Natalie took a shower and got into a robe. Kyle and Luke had already taken showers and were watching a movie. Natalie went downstairs and sat on the couch holding a bowl of popcorn sitting in between Kyle and Luke. Soon, the two boys were immersed in the movie. Working up her courage, Natalie put her hand on Luke's thigh, and rubbed up and down, dangerously close to his dick. Luke's attention went from the movie to her hand. Feeling bolder, Natalie brought her hand up and stroked his partially stiff member through his jeans. Luke caught her hand and brought his own to her thigh. He stroked slowly moving his hand under the robe. He rubbed her mound through her now wet silk panties. Natalie shuddered and Kyle looked at her. "What's wrong with you?" "Just cold, I think." she answered, thankful the popcorn bowl was hiding Luke's hand. Just then, the phone rang. Kyle reached over to the table and answered it. He had a brief conversation with the other person, hung up, and got up. "Hey, I have to go pick up Max from the airport, I'll be back in a couple of hours. Do you want to go, Luke?" he said. "I'll stay here and finish the movie with Lee, okay?" Luke said. "That's cool." Kyle said and left. Luke waited for a few minutes to make sure that he'd left. He went back to the couch where Natalie was still sitting, looked at her for a minute, and pinned her to the couch with his body in one deft move. Natalie gasped in surprise. Luke started to kiss her and rub her pussy through her panties with his fingers. He got off of her partially and took her robe off. She wasn't wearing a bra, so her breasts were exposed. "Mmmm, beautiful." Luke said, and licked one nipple and pinched the other between his thumb and forefinger. They were hard almost immediately. He started to suck her breasts hard, making Natalie cry out his name. Luke made his way down her body, kissing and licking her stomach, until he came to her panties. He dragged them down her legs with his teeth. He came back to her fully shaven pussy and saw it was wet with her juices. He started licking it, loving her sweet taste. Natalie moaned, "Luke, ungh, ooooohhhhh." Luke ran his tongue along her folds, teasing her clit, making it hard. Natalie grasped his hair and tossed her head this way and that, on the verge of an orgasm. Luke sensed it, and moved away from her completely, wanting to prolong it. "Luke, Pleeeeeease fuck me!" Natalie cried. Luke came back to her, starting to lick her again. This time, he put one finger inside of her, moved it in and out of her tight cunt. He felt her start to come. "Oooohhhh, Ungh, Fuck, Luke, I'm Cummmmiiiiinnnnng!" she started to scream. Luke kept moving his finger in her, feeling her walls clench around it. After a long time, she lay still. Then she got up and got on her knees between his legs. She pulled off his jeans and his fully erect nine inches stood proud in front of her. She licked his shaft, getting it nice and wet, then put her mouth around his thick hard cock. She moved her head up and down, making sexy little noises in her throat. Luke reached down and pinched her nipples. Luke could feel himself at the edge. He grunted, tugged at Natalie's hair. "I'm gonna cum, baby, where do you want it?" Luke asked her. Natalie laid down on the couch and spread her legs, her pussy wet with Luke's saliva and her own juices. With a growl, Luke shoved inside of her roughly, making her scream. She was the tightest girl Luke had ever been with. He had to concentrate to keep it from ending right then. Natalie arched upwards to meet his downward thrusts. After a few minutes, Luke could feel Natalie tensing. The look on her face was so sexy, Luke could feel himself cumming. "Here it comes, Natalie." he said, groaning as he spewed inside of her. At the same moment, Natalie felt the intense climax taking over. She screamed, digging her fingers in his skin. Finally, the feeling subsided. They lay there, panting for breath. "That was an even better workout than the gym." Luke said. A Good Workout It all starts with a look. All southern belles seem to know that trick. Just wait till he looks her way, smile, then drop her gaze quickly and blush like he caught her doing something she shouldn't be doing. The only thing she was doing was looking and smiling. Maybe it's the blush when she looks down quickly. Just a little innocent flirting. But it always seems to catch their attention. For weeks I had been flirting across the gym with him. Just a look, a smile, and a blush at first. Then a little bolder, watching him work out. I liked watching him. It gave me the motivation that I needed to work out harder, and the results were starting to show. After a few weeks, we had become a little bolder with the mutual admiration. But we had not really approached each other after our workouts. Maybe it was because we knew it was forbidden. Maybe it's because the slow build-up makes it so much better. But we were just enjoying the silent interaction across the room. The first time I ran into him at the gym late at night was an accident. But I have to admit that the next time wasn't. After running into him at 10:00 PM one Friday night, I decided to sneak a look at the log-in book and see if he worked out that late often, and I found out that he did. The wheels started turning in my mind, a plan forming. It was easier to flirt that time of night since there was rarely more than 2 or 3 people working out. So from then on, I made a point of working out late on Friday nights hoping to bump into him again. He wasn't there every Friday night, but enough of them to make it worth it to me to work it into my routine. And it seemed that the longer I worked out on Friday nights, the more often he showed up on Friday nights. I was starting to like the way things were working out. Finally the opportunity I had been waiting for presented itself. I pulled into the almost empty parking lot late one Friday night and saw his car. I grabbed my gym bag off the back seat and smiled. This was going to be a good night. I noticed two other men working out when I walked through going to the locker room. Normally I wouldn't want to be too obvious in front of strangers, but I was ready to take this further than silent flirting. I changed into a pair of shorts and a tshirt before going back out to start my workout. I stopped by the check-in counter which was un-manned this hour of night. That was one of the biggest reasons I had chosen this gym. They give you a key so you can come work out anytime you want. I could have walked around to the back side of the desk but I decided to lean way over and stretch to reach the stereo and hit the power button. A cd of loud driving 80's rock, music from our teenage years, was on top so I put it in the cd player and turned the volume up a little. I glanced over my shoulder as I slid back across the counter, stood up and turned around. He was watching my butt as I leaned over the counter. I definitely liked that. The workout went about like it always does. I was pushing myself, enjoying the loud music, enjoying working up a sweat, enjoying watching him and being watched by him. Finally the other two men headed for the locker room. I was hoping they would finish before he did so it would be just the two of us, and it looked like I was getting my wish. By this point, we were openly watching each other, but still not talking. I changed machines and looked up at him. He wasn't a gym rat but I liked the way he was built. Broad shoulders and long lean muscles. Just strong enough to hold me tight but not a narcissistic workout freak. He was a couple of inches taller than me, just right to pull me close and kiss me with all of the good parts lining up right. I pulled my sweaty t-shirt over my head and tossed it on the floor beside me. I was sitting there in a pair of short shorts and a sports bra, glad that I had been working out. He was watching. Smiling. I spread my legs apart, placing the pads on the machine against my inner thighs, then squeezing my thighs together, slowly. He had stopped working out and was just sitting there wiping the sweat from his face, smiling at me, watching the show. I knew we were both through and it was time to make my move. I climbed off the machine and walked to him. "I'm going to take a quick shower before I leave," I said. "Would you mind waiting for me so I don't have to walk to the parking lot alone? That's the only part I hate about working out at night. There's never anybody out there and I get a little scared." My plan was to shower and put on some clean clothes, then have him walk me to my car. I was hoping he would suggest going for a drink or something. Or at least have a real conversation as he walked me to my car. "No problem," he replied. "I'm always happy to play the role of the knight in shining armor here to protect the lady." That mischievous grin made my heart skip a beat. I hit the locker room stripping out of my sweaty clothes. I didn't want to keep him waiting. I grabbed my bag, pulling out my body wash and wash cloth, and tossing the bag on the bench next to the shower as I stepped in. I turned the water on hot and stepped under the flow. My muscles were tired from the workout and the hot water felt great. I squeezed a little body wash onto the washcloth and started lathering my body. I wanted to make sure I got good and clean, just in case he took the bait and wanted to go for a drink, and maybe more later. I was slightly startled when the shower door opened but immediately knew it was him before I even turned around and looked. And I didn't mind. "Need somebody to wash your back?" he asked. He was standing in the doorway completely naked with one hand resting on the door frame in a completely casual manner like he belonged there. I guess I could have been offended that he was so forward, but I had wanted him again for months and now I was going to have him. "Oh my," I said with a little mock indignation but taking a step towards him so we were almost touching. "What kind of girl do you think I am?" I ran my fingertips up his sweaty arm, stopping at his shoulder. I flattened my palm and ran my hand across his chest, feeling my wet hand slip across those muscles he had been working so hard on. I licked my lips while looking directly into his eyes. "Oh I remember exactly what kind of girl you are," he said with a laugh. I probably blushed as I lifted my face to his waiting for him to lean down to me and kiss me lightly on the lips. Those tiny kisses, just barely brushing lips at first, just kissing until I was so turned on that I thought I would scream if he didn't touch me. That slow build-up, all the time in the world. "I don't have anywhere to go," he would tell me as we laid across his bed and ran his lips over ever inch of my skin, teasing me, frustrating me, and making me beg for just a little more relief. And as he kissed me in the shower, I knew that nothing had changed. He still knew how to take his time to make sure that I was more turned on than I had ever been before moving even an inch forward. He stepped into the shower with me, pushing me back under the flow of water before wrapping his arms around me and pulling me tight again. I could feel his erection trapped between our bodies, my hips involuntarily rolling forward to press against his hard cock. He pulled away from me and picked up the body wash, squeezing some into my hand. I rubbed my hands together, then pressed my palms flat to his chest. The soap made my hands glide over his body. I spread the soap over his skin, running my hands over his chest and stomach, then his back and shoulders, down his arms and back up again. My hands found their way down to his hips and across his tight butt. I pulled him to me with a grin, loving the feeling of his soapy skin under my hands. Then I circled around to his hard cock, gliding my hands down the length of it, stroking it up and down with one hand while cradling his balls in the other hand. I was watching his face, watching his eyes shut and a little shudder run through his body as he swayed a little. Then his eyes popped open and his hands went to mine, pushing them off his hard cock. "You have to stop that," he said. "I have other plans for that. I laughed. I knew I could make him cum with my hands. Or better yet, rinse off the soap and wrap my lips around the head of his hard cock. I knew that I could kneel in front of him with the water flowing over us and run my tongue around the head of his cock, very slowly, then slide my lips down the length of his cock until the head was pressed against the back of my throat. I could suck him into my mouth slowly, then run my tongue against the underside until it was resting against the mushroom head of his throbbing cock. Licking painstakingly slow as his hands went to my head, his fingers tangling in my hair, guiding me slowly up and down on his hard cock until he cums in my mouth, holding it deep while he shot loads of sticky salty cum across the back of my tongue. I knew I could. But I knew he wouldn't let me. Not right now. With all of the soap rinsed off our bodies, he pressed himself tight against me and kissed me harder. I stretched up on my tiptoes, lifting my leg a little, guiding his hard cock between my legs instead of straight up between us. It wasn't a position for penetration, but he could feel my wet pussy lips against the top of his cock. He thrust slightly, just an involuntary reaction. Feeling the smooth head of his cock rubbing against my wet opening made me want him inside of me. He must have felt the same way because he stepped towards me, guiding me backwards until my back was against the cool tile wall. His hands were all over my body, stroking my breasts, squeezing my nipples, and we were both worked up into a frenzy of desire. I knew I could make this easier if I turned around, bending from the waist. He could press his hard cock against the opening of my wet pussy, grab me by the hips, and slide in hard and deep that way. But I didn't want to make it easier. I wanted to stand face to face so I could watch his eyes as he slid into me for the first time in so long. I wanted to see the look on his face when he plunged the full length in deep. The good thing about those public showers is that they have hand rails for safety. And in this case, I needed something to hold on to. I spread my legs slightly as he pressed me against the wall, kissing me, touching my, using his fingers to spread my labia apart and feel how warm and wet I was inside. I grabbed the hand rail with my right hand and lifted my left leg, hooking it over his hip, wrapping it around his waist. Without ever breaking that passionate kiss, his right hand caught the back of my left thigh, lifting a little further. The head of his cock was pressed against my wet pussy. I wanted to thrust forward, to take him inside of me, but I knew he had to come to me. He pulled his lips away from mine, looking into my eyes. He paused for just a second and grinned that grin of a mischievous little boy who was about to be very bad. His hands went to the wall, my leg still lifted with my knee draped over his right elbow. I held my breath, almost giddy with anticipation. This has always been my favorite part. Worked up into a frenzy of desire, pushed to the edge, knowing that one step will send me falling over the edge, knowing that his next move is going to be a smooth deep thrust ending when he hits bottom as deep as he can go, knowing that this first stroke will send waves of indescribable pleasure through my body He paused and smiled and I knew he was there too, savoring that feeling of anticipation before taking the plunge. He lowered his face to mine, not quite touching, not quite kissing, locking gazes..... then pushed forward. One smooth deep stroke, burying his hard cock all the way to the balls as he pressed me to the wall with a little grunt. This could have been a night of slow tender exploration, but it wasn't. We were both too excited before we ever took our clothes off to drag out the build-up a minute longer. He pressed his lips to mine, not exactly in a kiss, crushing my lips under his as he started pounding his hard cock into my wet pussy, pressing me to the wall. The first wave of pleasure hit me on the first stroke and didn't stop as he kept thrusting deep inside of me. I could feel him lifting my leg higher, spreading me open further, giving me the access he wanted. My face went to his neck, pressing my lips to his wet flesh to muffle my cries of pleasure. He kept pulling out the length of his hard cock so the head was barely inside of me then thrusting hard and deep, over and over. My clit was trapped between us, being pounded hard with every stroke. I could feel it, that huge orgasm that would leave me unable to stand, building with every stroke. I was shaking, glad I had the wall to lean on, and he could tell that I wasn't going to last. His lips pressed to my cheek, sliding towards my ear. He was whispering to me, first just muttering words of appreciation.... "Fuck, that feel so good.... so hot.... so wet...." Then closer to his climax, losing control, his teeth grazing my skin as he growled into my ear, "You like it deep, don't you?" then more, thrusting hard, "Take my cock, slut, take it all," as he pressed me to the wall fucking me hard and deep. Hearing his voice while he fucked me against the wall pushed me over the edge. I was cumming, screaming, biting his shoulder trying to keep from screaming, knowing I was about to collapse, but feeling him throbbing, that little pause then a deep thrust, his hands pressing my shoulders to the wall keeping me from sliding down while he fucked me, those last few strokes his own rhythm, his own pleasure, before feeling the flow of his hot cum inside of me, filling me up, and running down my thighs. We stumbled to the little bench to the side of the shower and I closed my eyes and leaned my head on his shoulder. "Wow," I said with a smile. Then silence while I caught my breath. He slid one hand between my legs feeling his cum oozing out and said, "You are all sticky. You need a shower." But I wasn't sure I had enough energy for another shower. A Good Workout Wednesday night at the gym; all was quiet and I was knackered! I was just finishing my last set of weights as I noticed her grabbing her mat and laying it out in a small space between the machines on the floor. She sat down on it and started to stretch out before starting her routine. For a moment I sat and watched, transfixed. This girl could bend in places I didn’t think I had places! I wandered over, pretending not to look, and grabbed a mat, laying it near hers. I too sat down and started to stretch out. She was resting on her left knee and stretching her right leg out in front of her. Wanting to catch her attention, and letting my male bravado get the better of me, I attempted to copy the move, thinking to myself, ‘Looks easy enough!’ Then I fell over with a thump. She looked over her shoulder at me as I hastily tried to regain my composure. “Slippery mat,” I said. Unconvincingly. She smiled as I made a second attempt to replicate the manoeuvre – after all, imitation is the sincerest form of flattery. This time, as my face slapped the vinyl covering she let out a giggle and collapsed herself – in a much more dignified fashion than I had managed on either of my attempts! As she rolled onto her back laughing out loud, holding her sides, presumably to stop them splitting at my expense, I saw an opportunity that I felt I had to seize. I was leaning over her and tickling her, and she was helpless, no longer laughing at my lack of balance or feeble attempts to keep up with her, but because she couldn’t help it. Then we made eye contact. The most beautiful eyes I’ve ever seen; blue-grey, round and framed with perfect lashes. I slowed my efforts until they were non-existent and moved towards her lips. She raised her head to meet me. We kissed. Her lips parting slightly as I pushed gently with my tongue, letting it slide against hers in her mouth and back out again. She wrapped her arms around my neck and lifted her hips so I could get my own arms around her back. She pulled me on top of her and tightened her grip. I felt her hands running down my back and just thought ‘thank fuck no-one’s in today!’ I pulled her into a sitting position and suggested we go somewhere less public. She looked at me and nodded, the same lust in her eyes as I knew was in mine. We both quickly ran to grab our stuff from the changing rooms and within minutes we were heading out of the gym and to my house. I pushed her through the back door and locked it behind us. Within moments we were wrapped up in each others arms, kissing and caressing each other. “Shower. Now!” The only two words that had passed her lips to this point, and they hit me hard. I grabbed her hand and lead her to the stairs. Halfway up I pulled her down on top of me and started to pull her top over her head. She lifted her arms and let me, maintaining the eye contact for as long as possible. I stooped to kiss her neck and shoulders sucking gently at the skin, letting my tongue roam over it. She pulled my hair “Shower. NOW!” she repeated, more urgently this time. I got up and practically dragged her upstairs behind me. We got into the bathroom, and as I was still locking the door she started to unfasten my shorts and push them down around my ankles. A sudden wave of pleasure swept over me and I had to grab hold of the sink to keep my feet. The warmth of her tongue against the skin of my cock took me by surprise as she licked up and down the full length of my cock, dipping it into her mouth once, then standing up and switching the shower on. She stood under the cascading water, allowing it to fall over her entire body. I followed her lead, stripping off and jumping into the hot spray and wrapping my arms around her as soon as she was in reach. She pushed my head toward her breast with an insistent pressure until my lips brushed her nipple. She arched her back to present it to me as they did. I flickered my tongue gently across its tip, before slowing the movement to circle it, sucking it into my mouth. I felt her hand moving down my back, around my side, searching for my erection. She started to stroke her hand up and down my shaft, gripping tighter and pulling faster, matching the movements of my mouth on her breast. I lowered myself to my knees, reluctantly leaving her grip, and lifted her left leg so that her foot rested on the edge of the bath. I ran my fingers across her pussy and let my fingertips enter her. Just as quickly they were out of her again. A frustrated groan. She was as horny as me. Brilliant. I decided I was going to drive her to the edge of desperation. I knelt with my face an inch from her clit and looked up at her. She was pleading with her beautiful eyes, and I was almost tempted to plunge straight in there and give her all that she wanted. I resisted and slowly moved forward, stopping just as I was about to make contact. I was breathing heavily, directing the breath onto her clearly aroused pussy. I blew onto it; the cold air eliciting a shiver then pushed the full blade of my tongue against her, from bottom to top before licking at her clit. She gripped the back of my head, holding my tongue against her. Her breathing was ragged, and I knew that she wanted more. I managed to move away and started to kiss the insides of her thighs, licking closer and closer, tasting her juices. Again the frustrated groan. I pushed two fingers to the hilt into her opening and watched as she accepted them; her body twitching slightly as they twisted slightly, rubbing against the inside of her pussy. She pulled me to my feet and kissed me, my fingers still moving in and out. Leaning towards me, her lips to my ear “fuck me,” she whispered. Without needing to be told a second time, I spun her around and bent her over. She braced herself against the wall to help maintain her balance and looked back over her shoulder to encourage me. I didn’t need it. I gently rubbed the head of my cock against her clit before letting it find its way into her hot, wet hole. One long, slow stroke later I was inside her, both of us groaning contentedly. I started a slow rhythm moving my full length in and out of her as she rocked back against me. Then I thought of teasing again. I pulled almost the full length of my cock out of her, and just played with about an inch sliding in and out of her. She whipped her head round and looked at me as if to ask why I’d stopped giving her what she wanted. At that moment I gave it to her. The look on her face drove me to repeat that little move again. And again. Each time the look turned me on more and more. She turned to face me and wrapped her leg around my hip, directing my cock into her pussy again, and then pulling me into her with her leg. We stood in a tight embrace, our tongues dancing and entwining as our hands ran over each other’s bodies. Her nails dug into my back as my finger brush her tight anus. She nibbled my ear and gasped, “Do it…” I traced the tight crinkles of skin with my index finger, traced it up and down her arse crack, and then back to the hole. I pushed gently as she thrust her hips towards me, before relaxing back onto the intruding digit. Just the tip had penetrated until she thrust back onto it, pushing it knuckle deep in herself. We continued to fuck in this position; my finger probing her behind, her leg controlling my cock in her pussy, relaxing to let me withdraw and tightening to pull me back in. her leg started to quicken its movements as fingernails dug further into my shoulders and her breath started to rasp out of her lungs. She threw her head back, tilting her shoulders forward to avoid a concussion and let out a voiceless scream. As she dropped he leg, suddenly needing both to support her, I move both my hand to her buttocks, and started to thrust faster – my turn! I just wanted her to make me cum. It didn’t take long, and as I reached my orgasm she dropped to her knees in front of me. She took my cock in her mouth and started to suck as she pumped her hand up and down on my shaft again. It only took a few moments for the combination of the friction from her hand and the sensitive stimulation of her tongue and lips to make me cum. I pulled out at the last minute and sprayed it over her face and into her mouth. She took my cock between her lips again and started lick me clean, seeming to savour every drop. I pulled her to her feet and held her tight as I turned her to the shower to clean my mess from her face…