2 comments/ 27214 views/ 13 favorites Gym Buddies Pt. 01 By: tk5555 As always a big thank you to my editor Cheer_Smartie526. I wasn't sure exactly which category this fit into, but based one where I think it will go EC seemed like the best choice. Please comment and rate the story. ***** Krista swiped her ID over the grey panel, a second later the lock made its distinctive click as it unlocked. She pushed the door open and heard the steady sound of the elliptical machine. She noticed the lights were on when she drove by on her way to the parking garage. Scanning the room she saw no one. All the weights were on the racks and the mats and medicine balls were neatly stacked in the corner. The room was L shaped, so the cardio equipment was not visible, and that is where the sound was coming from. After stuffing her bag into a locker in the women's dressing room she rounded the corner. Much to her satisfaction there was only one person on the equipment. She didn't know his name, even though the two of them were usually the only people that used the facility in the early morning hours. He was at least five years younger than she was, probably more. She rarely saw him outside of the gym, and had not been able to figure out which company he worked for. She had looked over the list in the lobby several times, but it remained a mystery. One thing she was certain of was her physical attraction to him. He had recently switched to running shorts from the longer basketball style shorts, confirming her suspicion that he had very nice legs. Normally he still wore a baggy shirt that hid everything except his broad shoulders and muscular neck, but today was different. The shirt he wore today fit a little tighter, revealing the well formed physique she had hoped he possessed. She wondered if he had decided to show off or if he was just behind on doing laundry. The treadmill whirled to life as she finished entering the specifics of her workout. She glanced over at him, today he was reading while he worked out. She had noticed some days he had headphones on, some days he watched his tablet and some days he just went all out. Those were her favorite days. It was easy to get away with staring at him when he was watching a show on his tablet, but something about him breathing hard and sweating hard turned her on. One day his shirt had been sufficiently sweat soaked to start sticking to his body. That was the day she learned he had a nice chest and a trim waist. Today was even better. His current wardrobe was a bit more revealing. The cardio equipment was in front of the windows, and at this hour acted more like mirrors than windows. The only thing Corbin could see outside were the headlights of passing cars. He didn't mind, there was nothing outside the office that he wanted to see, but there was something inside the gym. Running on the treadmill next to him was a very attractive woman. He guessed she was at least a few years older than he was, but that was hardly a deterrent. They had never spoken, and despite his best attempts he had never managed to sync up their workout schedules. Corbin had varied the time and day of his workout, hoping to catch her walking in to the gym so he could strike up a conversation, but it never seemed to happen. Instead he always walked in when she was well into her workout, or she would saunter in while he was lost in his exercise routine. A bit of movement caught his attention. She was doing it again. He glanced up to watch her reflection as she pulled her T shirt up and wiped the sweat off her face. In the process she exposed her midriff, and it was a wonderful sight. Her skin was smooth and firm. Sometimes she pulled her shirt up enough to expose the bottom edge of her sports bra. He felt juvenile stealing glances at her, but he was unable to resist the temptation. He looked down at the display on the elliptical machine, and then his eyes drifted back up to the window to watch her breasts bounce up and down as she ran. It appeared her sports bra was not quite up to the task, or maybe there was supposed to be a certain amount of jiggle. Corbin averted his eyes again, not wanting to get an erection. It was cute, Krista thought as she let go of her shirt, he thought she had not noticed the way he looked at her. She wondered if he had realized she was pulling her shirt up for his benefit. If she was modest she would use the small towel that she had draped over the handle of the treadmill. For some reason they never seemed to arrive at the gym at the same time, and he didn't hang around after his workout. She looked at the readout on his machine; despite holding a pretty aggressive pace, his heart rate seemed low. She began to think of ways she could get it up. The seconds were ticking away and soon the machine switched to the cool down stage. Corbin knew he would be done well before she would, his only satisfaction would be hearing the shower running in the women's dressing room as he left. More than once he had imagined what it would be like to walk in and watch her in the shower, to see the water flowing over her fit body. There were times she finished first, and those were the times he took cold showers so he would not be tempted to jack off to the fantasy of fucking her in the women's dressing room. He looked at her one more time, she was clearly out of his league, and then shifted his eyes back to the display on the exercise machine. The numbers paraded across the display. They were mostly satisfactory, although his heart rate wasn't dropping down as quickly as it usually did. Corbin stole one more glance at her, then turned and walked back to the men's dressing room, knowing that an ice cold spray of water was in his future. The moment she saw him round the corner Krista began to slow down. She allowed him a full minute before her thumb mashed the cancel button and the belt on the treadmill slowed to a stop. She grabbed the small towel and wiped the sweat from her brow, then began walking towards the Men's dressing room. The door was propped open, but she could not see past the first turn. Listening carefully she could hear the soft sound of him undressing, then the clatter as he set the bottles of soap and shampoo into the shelf molded into the fiberglass shower stall. Finally the steady sound of the shower spraying against the wall filled her ears. Once she heard the shower curtain close she walked in. The water hit his chest like icy needles. Corbin took a deep breath and lowered his head under the spray, shivering as the cold water saturated his hair. It was almost painful, but the cold water was doing what he wanted. Instead of standing up and begging for attention his cock had shriveled up, trying to conserve all the warmth it could. He followed his routine of lather, rinse, and repeat and then moved on to soaping up his body. He had the odd feeling he was being watched, but the shower curtain was closed and the dressing room was usually empty at this time. The shower curtain was opaque and she could just make out his silhouette. Something seemed amiss, but she could not quite put her finger on it. Krista slipped her hand beneath the waistband of her shorts. The moment her finger reached her hot, wet pussy she realized what was wrong. It was cold in the dressing room. There should have been a cloud of moist air pouring out of the shower, but there wasn't. It dawned on her that he was taking a cold shower, and that only excited her more. She dipped her finger into the folds of her labia and then drew the wet digit over her clit. She heard a loud clunk and noticed he was bending over, no doubt to pick up something he had dropped. The idea of him bent over in the shower encouraged her to quicken the pace at which she stroked herself. She imagined him doubled over, grabbing his ankles as she stood behind him. He would be nervous, wondering what she would command him to do next. Her free hand slid up her body until it found the sports bra's zipper and unfastened it. Her breasts tumbled out, finally free of the restrictive spandex. Seconds later she was tugging on her swollen nipple and a quiet moan escaped her lips. She heard the water stop, but she didn't care. Getting caught was part of her plan. Still shivering Corbin opened the shower curtain to retrieve his towel. His eyes went wide at the unbelievable sight that greeted him. His nameless companion, the fixture of his fantasies, was standing there with one hand between her legs and the other on her breast. Despite being on the edge of frostbite his cock became fully erect in a matter of seconds and his jaw dropped open. "If you want me to stay, turn around and put your hands on the wall," Krista commanded. He started to turn, but then he paused. Krista wondered what would work better, the carrot or the stick. Even with her martial arts skills she probably could not beat him if he came at her, so she thought it best to avoid a physical confrontation. It was unlikely he was familiar with the customs of being a submissive, so ordering him to do anything probably would not work. That left the carrot. A seductive smile flashed across her face, "I promise you will be happy if I stay." Her smile broadened when he complied. He was in even better shape that she had imagined. She continued to finger herself as her eyes took in his physique. From his shapely legs to his firm ass to his broad shoulders there wasn't an inch of him she did not want to devour. "Did I surprise you?" she asked. "Y...Y...Yes," he replied. "Do you want me to leave?" "No, no," he answered, still not sure what was happening. If one of his friends was pranking him he would be kicking someone's ass very soon. "Would you like to fuck me?" Corbin paused, this had to be some kind of sick joke, but he could not resist the temptation to play along on the slim chance it wasn't, "Yes." "Then you need to do exactly what I tell you to do. If you are obedient then some day you might get to stick your nice hard cock in my hot little pussy. Do you understand?" "Yes... Ma'am." "You don't have to call me Ma'am, or mistress or any of that stuff. Just do what I tell you, okay?" "Okay." "That's better. Now, stroke your cock. I want you to come for me," she said sweetly. For a brief moment he thought he was dreaming, but his skin felt much too cold for this to be a dream. He tried to make sense of the words he was hearing. What kind of person would want to watch him jack off? Why was he listening to her, and why did he trust her enough to turn his back. Despite the vulnerable position he found himself in he did not feel threatened, but he still questioned her request. "You want to have blue balls all day?" she asked. "Put your hand on your dick and get busy." Almost on its own his hand began to move. He didn't dare stop it. Even after the cold shower his rigid shaft felt hot. He began to move his arm up and down, thankful that the soap had a bit of moisturizer in it that provided just enough lubrication to get started. She had a point, the image of her playing with her pussy was burned into his brain and he knew he would be thinking of it all day. Having to hide an erection all day would be torture. "Oh, yea, that's it. Watching you is making me so wet," she moaned and her finger danced around her clit. It had been a while since she had her last submissive. She wanted something a little different this time. She wanted someone that would challenge her, but also be capable of taking care of her on days she was horny but too tired to play the role of dominant. He seemed to fit the bill perfectly. The sound of her heavy breathing aroused him. Knowing that someone could walk in at any moment was both terrifying and exciting. A few drops of pre-cum bubbled out, making his erection a bit slicker. He moved his arm up and down at a slow, steady pace. His ears strained to hear what she was doing. The wet sound of her fingers sliding in and out of her pussy sent a shiver down his spine. He could not believe what was happening, but he did not want it to stop. "I want you to come in your hand," she moaned. Corbin nodded, not sure if he was allowed to speak. He knew that his orgasm was inevitable. Even though he was so cold he thought his balls felt like they were still up next to his kidneys, he could feel them begin to boil over. Oddly he wasn't thinking about fucking her, he wasn't even picturing her naked. Instead he imagined her just as she had appeared, with one hand on her breast and the other playing with her pussy. The concept of mutual masturbation was something he had heard of, but had never tried. This was certainly not how he thought it would happen, but at the same time he found it very sexy. As she saw his ass cheeks tensed up she knew he was about to come, and so was she. Krista plunged two fingers into her dripping wet pussy and let out a loud moan. She was very close to climaxing. "Oh, oh, oh, fuck, oh, yes," she moaned. The sound of her voice pushed him over the edge. He felt his cock jerk and obediently wrapped his fingers around the engorged head as a jet of hot cum spurted out. It was a novel experience. He had always let his cum spray outward before, so having the thick sticky fluid coat his fingers was certainly different. He arm stopped moving and he stood motionless, waiting for his next order. He was surprised when she whispered it in his ear instead of shouting it across the room. "Give me your hand," she said. He put his arm in the small of his back, and then jumped when he felt something warm and wet against it. It took him a few seconds to realize she was licking him. "Not bad, a little bitter. Less red meat and more fruits for next time," she said, then turned and walked out. Corbin stood dumbfounded for a few minutes. The entire episode seemed like a waking dream, but the sticky mess on his hand said otherwise. The sound of approaching footsteps brought him back to reality. He closed the shower curtain and turned the water back on, washing away the evidence of what had happened. He heard a gym bag hit the floor, telling him it wasn't her. Corbin rinsed off again and the turned off the water. As toweled a familiar smell began to permeate the air. He pressed the towel to his face, it smelled like sex. She must have wiped her hand on it before she left. He sniffed the towel again, finding a spot that she had not marked with her scent and finished drying off. It was subtle, but he knew the smell would stay with him all day unless he got back in the shower. Corbin tossed the towel into his gym bag and shook his head, "Well played ma'am, well played." Hot water streamed against her sex and Krista leaned back against the shower stall wall. She had almost turned around and gone back into the men's dressing room to make him finish her off, but another man walked in before she could slip by. The idea of him going down on her while someone showered in the next stall just made her hornier; she jumped into one of the showers in the women's dressing room to satisfy her wanton needs. Voices of other women drifted into the shower stall. The idea of getting caught thrilled her, but deep down she knew it was unlikely that anyone would have the nerve to peek behind the curtain and see what she was doing. With one hand she held the shower wand, directing the flow between her legs. Her other hand tugged on the swollen amber rosebud that topped her breast. She tried to concentrate on just one fantasy with her new boy toy, but could not focus. A montage of debauchery ran through her mind, all the different ways he could please her, and all the different places she could take him. Eventually she settled on the idea of making him kneel before her in the middle of the gym and lick her pussy. She imagined watching him in the floor to ceiling mirrors the covered one of the walls. Finally her climax erupted, flooding her body with a rush of endorphins. As the last sensations of her orgasm faded she put the shower back into its holder and muttered, "I really love the ADA," She wondered if the people that wrote the law that required the shower to be handicap accessible had any idea what the 'off label' uses there were. She dried her body with a towel and got dressed. Working out had just become a lot more interesting. Gym Buddies Pt. 02 Thanks to my editor Cheer_Smartie526 for helping with this. I hope you enjoy the story. * Walking swiftly down the hallway, Corbin felt his heart rate rise as he approached the door to the gym. He had noticed the lights were on when he drove in, but had not been able to tell who was using the facility. It had been almost a week since his encounter with the nameless woman that he had been lusting after. Sometimes he thought it had all been a dream, but he hoped it wasn't. He waved his ID badge in front of the grey panel. Time seemed to stand still as he waited for the door to unlock, and when it finally did he eagerly opened the door. The moment he heard the steady beat of someone running on the treadmill his cock began to swell. He had modified his wardrobe for just such a possibility, sporting loose fitting shorts and a shirt that hung well below his hips. Reaching into his pocket he pulled out his phone and scrolled through the play list as he rounded the corner. On the treadmill his fantasy woman was running at a fast pace. He watched her breasts bounce up and down with each step. He felt like he had license for more than a quick glance since she had watched him masturbate in the shower, but averted his eyes after a few seconds. She looked at him and smiled, then pulled her shirt up and wiped the sweat off her face. Without a word she released the shirt and continued her workout. The change in his outfit was understandable and flattering, but still a bit of a disappointment. She could not really blame him for getting an erection, or from hiding it. It was an unfortunate rule of society that unlike swollen nipples poking through a tee shirt or blouse, a bulging crotch was not something to be admired. She wrote it off to his youth and inexperience. Training him to control his body was something she was confident she could accomplish. Walking past the elliptical machine Corbin stopped at the stationary bike, which was on the other side of the treadmill. He wondered if his erection would fade away once he started his workout. He looked at her tits again, hoping to see some sign of arousal, but either the material of her sports bra was too thick, or she didn't have the tell tale sign he was looking for. "Hi," Corbin said as he settled on to the bike, not sure if she heard him over the noise of the treadmill. She turned when he spoke and replied, "Hello," then resumed her workout. Corbin was confused, not sure if she was being a tease or just being discreet. He pushed down with his leg, the panel on the bike lit up and he began to enter the information it requested. Less than a minute later he had started his workout. He continued to glance up and look at her reflection in the windows, hoping to catch her looking back at him, but she seemed focused on her workout. As her feet pounded against the treadmill Krista stole a few quick glances at him. His wardrobe was much less revealing, but she had not forgotten what he looked like naked. The only portion of his anatomy that wasn't covered by baggy clothing were his arms. They looked strong and powerful, and combined with his bushy blonde beard and shaggy hair he looked like a lumberjack or a Viking. His physique was certainly a big part of why she found him attractive, but not just because he would make a delicious piece of arm candy. Krista found being in control of someone that was physically stronger than herself was a special thrill. She noticed he had increased the intensity of his workout, and wondered if this was what he had planned or if he was trying to shorten his routine so that they would be finished around the same time. If that was true, she wondered if he would try to match her pace in more intimate physical activities. The lights on the display showed that he was near the maximum recommended heart rate, but his erection refused to go away. Corbin had done everything he could think of to lessen his arousal. He had stopped looking at her, stopped thinking about her and pushed his body to its limits. Sweat covered his body and he was almost gasping for breath. He tapped the button on the machine to ratchet the resistance up to the next level, but his cock continued to take more than its fair share of his blood supply. Krista's eyes were drawn to the one other bit of exposed flesh on his body, his lower legs. They were almost a blur as they whirled around and around, but they looked good. On each down stroke the calf muscle flared out, and then relaxed as his leg coasted through the upper arc of the pedaling motion. The baggy clothing would have to go, she decided. He would simply have to find another way to deal with the side effects of her presence in the gym. The message flashed across the display "HEART RATE EXCEEDED -- ENTERING COOL DOWN" and he felt the resistance drop off dramatically. He flung his head back and slowed down his legs, taking some comfort in the fact that she would be the only one to see him walk to the dressing room with a hard on. He wondered if she would follow him again if the dressing room remained empty. When the numbers showed his heart rate had returned to normal he stood up. Even though the muscles he had pushed to the breaking point were not the ones he needed for walking his legs still felt a bit wobbly. He turned to see her still jogging on the treadmill, her T shirt was wet with sweat and plastered against what he imagined was the exposed skin on top of her breasts. He nodded politely as he walked by on the way to the dressing room and another cold shower. What finally caused his erection to falter was the sound of the shower. Not his shower, but one of the other stalls. He heard it the minute he walked into the men's dressing room. He guessed it was either one of the guys that commuted in on a bike or an early morning runner. Either way it meant he probably wasn't going to get a visitor this time, much to his disappointment. Corbin peeled off his sweat soaked clothing, wondering how he was going to keep his cock under control when he saw her again. His cock jerked. "Down boy," he mumbled to himself, then realized he was standing complete naked and had not even taken his towel out of the gym bag. Shaking his head he started to play catch up with his routine. Normally he put his soap and shampoo in the shower first, and then he would turn on the water, then hang his towel and finally get undressed. She had his entire world in a tailspin. After putting the towel on the hook by the shower, he dug the two bottles out of his bag and stepped into the stall. At least the water was warm this time. As she loitered at the entrance to the men's dressing room Krista considered her options the sound of water running had greeted her when she approached the door, but just before she set foot inside she heard a second shower turn on. He wasn't alone this time, so she wouldn't be able to repeat what she had done last time. It would be easy enough to get herself off in the women's shower, but that wasn't what she wanted. A more daring plan popped into her head. She pulled her phone out of the sleeve that held it against her upper arm and began to tap on the screen. If she encountered anyone, she would just explain she had been distracted at taking a wrong turn. The two dressing rooms were mirror images of each other. Unlike a man wandering into the women's locker room she would not seem like a pervert or a threat, just an air headed bimbo that could not walk and text at the same time. Secure in the privacy provided by the shower curtain Corbin let his mind wander again. His fantasy had not expanded past what had happened almost a week ago. He was still fixated on the image of her with one hand on her pussy and the other on her breast. He tried to imagine what she looked like naked. A variety of images cascaded through his head. He knew roughly what she looked like, but there were endless details to sort out. Did she shave her pussy, and how much? How big were her nipples? Were her breasts natural or did she have a boob job? As he fine tuned his mental image of her the temptation to stroke his cock began to grow. Another complication had arisen. It appeared that her playmate was not taking a cold shower today, as clouds of steam billowed out of both shower stalls. Krista shook her head when she noticed that the two stalls in use were at the opposite ends of the room. What was it about men that made them want to be as far apart as possible when they were naked? She pondered her situation, wondering if she should choose curtain number one or curtain number five. She had seen the other men that used the gym, and had no desire to see most of them naked. She paced back and forth, looking at the blurry silhouettes behind the curtain, trying to decide which one to choose. Then she saw something and knew exactly what she was going to do. Corbin was conflicted. He had never even pissed in the shower and he was thinking of jacking off in one. Again. He was so lost in his internal conflict that he did not noticed the shower curtain sway slightly. Suddenly something covered his eyes and he heard a familiar voice whisper in his ear. "Guess who?" Adrenaline surged through his body as his fight or flight instinct reacted to being startled. His brain shifted gears rapidly as his priority switched from self preservation to getting laid. He felt her body pressed against his, but stood motionless. "Oh, you can't guess, you don't know my name," she giggled. "I'm..." he started to say, but she clamped her hand over his mouth. "Shh, we are not alone," she said, straining to stay on her tip toes. He was a bit taller than she was, so getting her mouth next to his ear was a struggle. "I know," he whispered, his voice still muffled by her hand and barely audible over the shower. "Did you take my advice on your diet?" she asked. Corbin nodded in response. It had seemed silly, but each time a mouth-watering cheeseburger tempted him, he thought about her lips wrapped around his cock. The trick was only holding on to the thought long enough to order something healthy, but not so long as to give himself an erection. "I guess I will find out if you are lying soon enough," she said, taking her hand off his mouth and guiding his hand to his cock. "This would be more fun if I could see you, can I turn around?" he said. "I decline to acquiesce to the terms of your request," she said, "which means no." Then she slipped her hand under his and wrapped her fingers around his cock. "Oh, fuck," he moaned. A stream of hot water cascaded down his chest and flowed over his throbbing erection, allowing her hand to slide easily along his rigid shaft. The only time she had actually seen his cock was when she surprised him in their previous encounter. The warm water seemed to have added something to its girth and she imagined what it would feel like stuffed into her pussy. Her loose grip allowed her to feel the contours of his veined shaft as her hand moved along its length. His grip tightened a bit, which in turn caused her hand to constrict around his cock. "How about it, want to come for me again?" she purred. He tried to come up with a clever reply, but the best he could do was," Fuck yes." The fingers of her other hand danced across his abdomen, exploring the bulges and creases. She made a note to get him to start wearing a tight fitting shirt so she could appreciate his body outside the shower. Without thinking she began to thrust her hips against him. Corbin let his hand drop to his side and cast his gaze downward. She certainly knew how to give a hand job he thought as he watched her fingers slide up and down his cock. Her other hand slid down his belly, over his hip and cupped his balls. "Tell me", she whispered, "tell me when you are about to come." Her arm moved up and down at an ever increasing speed while the fingers of her other hand gently stroked his balls. She could feel the tension building as he tried to contain the increasing pressure. It took a conscious effort to feel anything besides her hand sliding up and down his cock. Corbin tried to take stock of his situation. Her breasts were flattened against his back, sliding up and down at a languid pace while her hips pressed into his thighs. Everything she was doing was pushing him towards climax. "I like the way your cock feels, I bet you jack off a lot," she said, taunting him. Corbin hoped it was a rhetorical question, because he wasn't sure what answer she wanted to hear. The sensation of her thusting against him as she stroked his cock was more arousing that the thought it would be. "How am I doing?" she asked. "Fucking great." "You sure you can't do a better job yourself?" she teased. The thing that bothered her most about porn was watching the men jack off right before they came. She wondered if the producers considered that more erotic, or if the actresses were not good enough at hand jobs to make the male talent come. If she were a porn star she would make every cock she got her hands on spurt. "No." The fact that he answered with a single word encouraged her. She continued to toy with his balls. The hot water had made the skin around them soft and pliable. She thought about getting on her knees and sucking them into her mouth. Ball sucking was an underappreciated skill in her opinion. It only worked when it was done correctly, and she had practiced it to perfection. Krista wondered if making him come by stroking his cock and sucking his balls would be considered a hand job or a blowjob. She moved her hand back to the soft patch of skin between his balls and his ass. She could feel his prostate tremor as he struggled to hold back his orgasm. Soon she would have to decide where she wanted him to come. She could continue on and let him come in her hands, or she could get in front of him and let the hot, thick fluid coat her face or tits. It was tempting to wrap her breasts around his cock and let him tit fuck her, but she decided to remain behind him and let him give her a facial some other time. The question remained on his mind for a very brief amount of time. He might have come a bit faster if it was his hand on his cock instead of her, but having her stroking his rigid shaft was certainly a much more intense experience. The question faded away as he continued to focus on feeling her. Corbin had complete forgotten that they were not alone in the dressing room. His undivided attention was on what her hands were doing. As his climax built towards a crescendo his knees began to feel weak. It was like all the energy in his body was flowing towards his cock and the orgasm about to explode. He put his hands on the wall of the shower to keep from falling over. Her hand continued to slide up and down his throbbing erection. Her grip was loose enough to that her hand moved easily, but tight enough that he could feel it. "You like this?" she asked. "Uh-huh." "You like the way my hand feels on your cock?" "Yes," he groaned through clenched teeth, thinking is she was this good at hand jobs then actually fucking her had to be amazing. "Do you think of me when you jack off?" she asked. She was genuinely curious, but did not expect an honest answer. "Y...y...yea," he stammered. "What do you think about doing to me? Are you shoving this down my throat?" she asked, squeezing his cock tightly to make her point. "Or do you think about what it feels like to be inside my pussy?" To say the experience was overwhelming was an understatement. It felt like his balls were going to explode. He was just about to give up the fight to hold back his orgasm, but when she started talking dirty he decided to resist just a bit longer to hear what else she would say. "That's what I think about with I play with myself. I think about what it would feel like to have your big hard dick inside me. I like rough, as hard and as deep as possible," she said. When the time was right he would find out what she meant. Maybe she would pin him down and ride his cock until she came, or maybe she would have him bend her over and ram his cock into from behind. "Or maybe you are one of those perverts that want to put your cock in my tight ass. Is that what you want to do? Do you want to fuck me in the ass?" she demanded, pressing her hips against him to make her point. "Oh ahh, ahh," he moaned, no longer capable of forming words. "I guess I will just have to wait and see, but first I want you to come for me. I want to see your hot cum shoot out of your big hard cock," she purred. It was fun to taunt him. "Oh, oh, oh," he moaned, "I'm going to come." It was time for the piece de resistance. The fingers of her left hand moved back, stroking the soft, smooth skin between his balls and his ass. She wrapped her other hand around the engorged head of his cock, twisting as if she was trying to unscrew a bottle top. "Oh, fuck," Corbin moaned through gritted teeth as his cock spasmed and sprayed a steady stream of thick cum into her hand. She pushed him forward, out of the showers spray, lest it wash away the hot and sticky results of her labor. She continued to play with his dick until she felt him involuntarily pull away. "You can turn around now," she said. "You're.... you're gorgeous," said as he gazed at her in all her naked splendor. Her dark hair was plastered against her face. Her cheeks were flushed red from the oppressive heat of the shower. He watched the water spray over his shoulder and splash against her body. His eyes followed the rivulets as the flowed down her body. She had medium sized breasts, but what stopped his eyes were her nipples. At the center of each of her dark amber areola was a small dimple. It was impossible not to stare, he could not persuade his eyes to move on. "They're called inverted nipples, you actually have to work to see them... and no, making the water cold won't help," she explained. She basked in his lustful stare, flattered by the attention he was giving her. Since his climax was complete she had nothing left to offer him, but he continued to give her his undivided attention. Shaking his head in disbelief he continued his assessment of her figure. Her body tapered at the waist and then flared out at her hips. Her pussy was completely bald, something he had only seen in porn files. "Look up; I think you are going to want to see this, "she said. Corbin raised his eyes just in time to see her slip one of her cum covered fingers into her mouth. A second followed, then and third and a fourth. Finally she stood in front of with her lips wrapped around her thumb. When she had cleaned off all of her digits she wiped the palm of her hand on her naked breast, "Just in case you are the kind of guy that gets off by coming on my tits." His cock jerked, but remained mostly flaccid. His hand moved towards her sex, then stopped. "It's okay, you can touch me," she said. Then it happened. The sound of the other shower stopped. Both of them froze, wondering what sounds could be heard over the remained shower. They heard the other shower curtain open and then the unmistakable sound of flatulence. Krista's face expressed her disgust, but Corbin broke into a broad grin. "Did he just" she asked. "Oh yea he did." "Oh... my..." "What did you think went on in a men's locker room?" "I don't know, do I look like the kind of woman that spends a lot of time in men's locker rooms?" "I'm not sure how to answer that," he replied, still grinning. "What do guys always think farting is funny?" Krista hissed. "Because it's fucking hilarious, let's just hope he doesn't start crop dusting," Corbin replied, trying to laugh. "Crop dusting?" "You know, walking around to cover the entire area." "Ugggh, I don't want him doing that," she replied. Carolyn had been concocting a wicked fantasy about the other man joining them, but her dreams of being ravished by two naked men had been ruined. In need of a distraction from what was happening outside the shower, she turned her attention to her companion. The water from the shower had matted down the hair on his chest. Reaching behind him, she turned down the hot water and giggled at the expression on his face when the cold water hit him. She placed one hand on his chest, twirling the curly locks of coarse hair in her fingers. Bracing herself, she leaned forward and pressed her lips against his chest directly over one of his nipples. Gym Buddies Pt. 02 The first thing he thought of when the temperature of the water changed was that his cock would shrink, but that thought was pushed aside by the memories of the last cold shower he had taken at the gym. She had made him stroke his cock that time, at least this time she did it. He looked down at her breasts, curious if the cold water had any effect on them. He hoped to see her nipples get hard, but she had been telling him the truth. The frigid water did not cause them to peek out of their cozy hiding place. He felt her hand on his chest. It was warm, but was nothing compared to the way her mouth felt. Compared to the icy water her lips and tongue felt like fire. His flaccid cock jerked, trying to gain the attention of her soft lips After a few seconds, he put his hands on her shoulders and spun her around, then turned both of them so she was facing the shower. The water flowed over her tits and down to her sex. He cupped one of her breasts in his and placed the other between her legs. Corbin was fascinated by how smooth she was. The uninterrupted curve of her breast was oddly arousing. His hands searched for the swollen bud of her nipple, but found only a small crevice instead. The fingers of his other hand quickly located her clit and began to stroke it. "What are you doing, he's going to hear us," Krista said. "I call this revenge, and he's not going to hear anything over the water," "Says the guy that has never heard me come. I could be a screamer..." "I'm pretty sure you don't want him coming over here" Corbin countered, and then made a farting sound with his mouth. Krista was both disgusted and aroused. She chose to concentrate on the way he touched her, ignoring the noises he was making. It was pretty clear he knew his way around a woman's body as he caressed her breast and stroked her pussy. "Now it's your turn to come for me," he said, feeling a bit bolder. His cock was still swollen and rested snuggly between her ass cheeks. He wondered if he could get away with fucking her in the shower, or if that would be enough to attract unwanted attention. "I'm warning you, I can get pretty loud," she cautioned. "I know how to fix that," he replied, spinning her around again. He pushed her until her back was against the wall, and then got down on one knee. His hand clamped down on her mouth, pressing her head against the shower stall. His other hand grabbed the inside of her thigh and his fingers snaking towards her sex. "Did you say something about being loud, cause I can't really hear you." His sudden act of aggression caught Krista off guard. She knew he would be powerful, but his hand pressed against her mouth with more strength that she expected. She tried to peel his fingers away from jaw, but her attempt was futile. Her arms flailed against him, but it was of no use. She was trapped. She felt his lips on her breast. His tongue began to explore the little nook where her nipple was hidden. At the same time on of his fingers penetrated her and suddenly her desire to break free of his grasp evaporated. A second finger joined the first and she moaned into his hand. His tongue burrowed into the soft flesh of her breast, desperately seeking out the wrinkled nub and trying to coax it to the surface. The fact that there was only a thin plastic curtain between him and the other guy in the dressing room no longer mattered. He craved the woman in front of him, and thought only of making her climax. Two of his fingers were deep inside her pussy and his thumb pressed down on her clitoris. His remaining fingers were wedged between her ass cheeks. Corbin was delighted when he felt her nipple blossom into his mouth as it emerged from its hiding place. He withdrew his fingers, and then shoved them back inside her. Her entire body shuddered in response. This wasn't the way things were supposed to be happening, Krista thought. She wasn't sure if she would punish him for his insubordinance or reward him for his initiative. Even though she stopped struggling against him, he continued to pin her head against the wall of the shower stall. He was finger fucking and he was being rough. His digits were thick and long, the two fingers that he had inside her rivaled the cocks of some of her previous lovers. A familiar warm tingle between her legs told her she was on course for an orgasm. His hand slid off her mouth and down to her throat. He was still pinning her against the wall, but at least she could breathe. For a moment the unbridled lust that had been flooding through his mind receded and Corbin wondered what the hell he was doing. He stopped kissing and licking her breast and looked up at her. The steely confidence he had seen in her eyes earlier was gone, replaced by desire. His own carnal needs came rushing back. He took a moment to admire the fruits of his labor, her nipples were swollen and erect, begging to have his lips wrapped around them. He resumed ramming his fingers into her dripping wet pussy. He removed his hand from her mouth and placed it on her throat. He would have his revenge; he would make her come for him. There was no doubt in her mind that she had lost control of the situation, but that didn't bother her at the moment. She knew that choke sex without a safe word was a bad idea, but his strong grip on her neck was more arousing that frightening. She knew she would regret the way he was battering her sex, but at the moment it was what she craved. Her nipples poked out of their fleshy dens, telling her that a climax was inevitable. She struggled to take each shallow breath as the tingling sensation began to spread. "Are you going to come for me?" he growled, then pressed his lips against her breast again. "Yes, yes, oh, oh, oh, don't stop, harder, harder, yes" she moaned. Her knees felt weak as the climax erupted and overwhelmed her senses. She bit down on her lip to keep from screaming and suddenly realized she still did not know his name. The pressure on her throat grew stronger as her legs began to fail her. Even though his cock was still in a weakened, useless state it began to jerk as he felt her pussy clinch down on his fingers. It would have been nice to fuck her, but this was almost as good. Corbin stood up and wrapped his arms around her, holding her tight against his body as the last tremor of her climax passed through her body. Still feeling a bit woozy she looked up at him, "Do you do that to all the women that follow you into the shower?" Much to her surprise his look of confidence had gone and he almost looked embarrassed. "I... I... I... don't know where that came from. I've never done anything like that before. Are you okay?" he stuttered. "I'm more than okay," she said getting on her tiptoes and kissing him on the mouth, "I liked it." "Really?" he replied, somewhat confused. It had never occurred to him that a woman would want to be treated so roughly. "I like it rough, sometimes," she said coyly. "Wow." "We should probably get out, I think the morning crowd is going to show up soon, and if they are anything like that last guy, I don't want to be here for it." She said. He turned off the water and peeked out into the room. They were alone again. She pushed the curtain open and grabbed the hand towel she had brought in with her. After making a cursory attempt at drying off she pulled her shorts and T shirt back on, then grabbed the rest of her clothes and began to walk out. "Do you want me to see if there is anyone out there?" he asked, pulling his shorts on. "No, it doesn't matter. If someone sees me they will think I am a slut or a badass, and I'm okay with either." "Uh, okay," he replied, somewhat stunned at her answer. "Are you free Tuesday night?" she asked. "Pretty much, I'm on call, but I probably won't get called in." "Good, I have a seminar to attend and I would like you to go with me. Meet me here at six, dress comfortably," she said, and then turned and walked out before he could say anything else. Gym Buddies Pt. 03 I got the idea for this from an article in Playboy (yes, I read the articles). As always thanks to my editor Cheer_Smartie526. Please rate and comment on the story. ***** It seemed like an odd place to meet for a date Krista thought as she continued to walk towards the office gym. As she approached the door, she saw him coming from the other end of the hall. If nothing else he was punctual. He was wearing jeans and an untucked button down shirt. A pair of hiking boots completed his outfit, she wondered if it took him more than five minutes to decide on his wardrobe. It complied with her request, and he certainly looked good wearing it. "Hello," she said when they had reached conversational distance. "Good evening, you look nice," he replied. It was a sincere compliment. He like the way her skirt hung just above her knees and her blouse provided a glimpse of cleavage, but not enough to make her look slutty. Her heels had just enough height to make her ass look good, but they still allowed her to walk normally. "Do you mind if I drive?" she asked. "Not at all," he said. It was probably best, her outfit was not ideal for riding on the back of his motorcycle. "Follow me," she said, turning on her heel and walking towards the parking garage. "Where are we going?" he inquired. "It's a seminar on meditation," she replied, watching his reaction. "Like yoga?" he asked. The expression on his face was one of interest, which encouraged her. She half expected to see him roll his eyes at the prospect of sitting in a room with a bunch of aging hippies. "You do yoga?" "Sometimes, it still kicks my ass," he admitted. "This is quite different than yoga. Have you heard of the OM movement?" Despite his best effort he grinned at her comment. It sounded like something you did if you needed more fiber in your diet. After taking a moment to stifle the laugh in his belly he replied, "No." "It is based off some Buddhist meditations," she said. "What does the OM stand for?" "Orgasmic Meditation," she replied casually. It certainly explained a few things, Corbin thought. His mind still struggled to process what she had said. He wondered if it was anything like what they had done in the gym's shower a few days earlier. "It's mostly about me," she said, "You are just another pair of hands." "What exactly is it like?" "I don't want to spoil the surprise, but it's basically a room full of couples having an orgasm." The first thing Corbin thought of was his trips to nude beaches. Unlike what he had seen in movies it was mostly populated by people he had no desire to see naked, he imagined the same crowd would be in attendance at the seminar. The site of the seminar was a five star hotel not far from the office. The location made Corbin wonder what the price tag was to get in the door. As Krista drove through the parking garage he noted that she passed up a lot of empty spots before pulling into corner slot on the almost empty top floor. "Worried about door dings?" he chided as he exited the car. "I have my reasons," she replied with a sly grin, then turned and walked toward the door marked STAIRS. She opened the door and waved him through, "It will be good to have your heart rate up a bit when we get there." The temptation to pin him against the wall, unzip his pants and ride his cock was almost overwhelming. Krista wondered if there was a rule against having cum dripping out of her pussy during the exercise. It wasn't the first time she had attended the seminar, but there was something different about this time. She wasn't attending to be empowered or relaxed. She was attending to get off, more specifically to have her new friend get her off for a very long time. She gripped his hand and pulled him along as they exited the garage and headed for the lobby. She led him to the registration table. "Hi, we need to check in. It should be under Krista K and guest," she said to the young woman seated in front of them. "And guest?" Corbin inquired. "I made these reservations a month ago, before I knew your name. What did you want me to put, 'guy with nice ass'?" she countered. The woman at the table unsuccessfully tried to muffle her laugh. "Don't you think I'm right?" Krista asked, turning Corbin so the woman could see his backside. "He does have a cute butt," she replied, handing her a purple and green bracelet. Krista took the wristbands from her and slipped the green one on, then handed the purple one to Corbin. "What's this for?" he asked. "It gets you in the door, and it tells everyone that this is your first time at the seminar." Having Krista objectify him felt a bit strange. Rationally he knew women talked about the way he looked, but she was quite brazen about it. It was flattering, but at the same time a bit odd. He began to scan the people streaming towards the hotel ballroom where the event was being held. He was pleasantly surprised to find they were not all the aging hippies he thought would be in attendance. That group was represented, but there were others. One woman in particular caught his eye; he was certain she was the stripper that provided several table dances at a friend's bachelor party. He wondered if men hired women to come to this event. "So you have done this before?" he asked. "A few times," she replied. "You just grab some random guy?" "No, it's usually someone I know. This is a bit of an experiment." "So a boyfriend...," he trailed off, hoping she'd continue. "Once, and once with a gay friend who was curious about what it was like to give a woman an orgasm. That was interesting." "Did he switch teams?" Corbin asked. "No. It would have been flattering if he had, but his true love was not a woman." "Have you ever done this with a woman?" "Not yet." Corbin looked around as they entered the ballroom Laid out on the floor at regular intervals were a small pile of blankets and pillows, each with a number on it. "We have nest 168, it should be towards the back," she said, as he continued to look around. Some of the couples were already seated, and a few of the woman were naked from the waist down. Some covered themselves with a blanket and some did not. "Now, you go get in line." "What?" he asked. "Go stand in that line, you need to wash your hands and put one a pair of gloves before you touch me," she said, point to a long line in front of the stage. "Hooray, hand condoms," he said sarcastically. Corbin took his place in the queue, comparing how many of the wristbands were green and how many were purple. "First time, eh?" said the man behind him. "Yea," Corbin answered awkwardly. Having someone speak to him was like having a conversation while standing at a urinal, it just wasn't done. His companion clearly had other ideas, much like the guy that talked on his Bluetooth headset while taking a piss. "You're going to feel a lot closer to your partner after this. It's our second time. It's just amazing." "I'm sure it is," Corbin replied, still scanning the room and watching the couples settle into their nests. He noticed that a few of the couples were women. He wondered how they decided which one would be on the receiving end of the experience. The line moved quickly and soon he was drying his hands and picking up a pair of what looked like exam gloves. He was slightly disappointed he would not get to feel Krista's smooth, wet flesh. He acknowledged that it was probably a needed precaution in such a large group. As he made his way back to Krista he noticed the woman that he thought was a stripper. She smiled at him when she caught him looking in her direction. Corbin suspicions were confirmed after he noticed a distinctive tattoo on her hip. The last time he had seen it there had been a few twenty dollar bills next to it, tucked into a G string that was not conspicuously absent. It took him a few seconds to stop looking at her pussy. She was completely shaved and he could see her inner lips peeking out from between her outer labia. The man with her was probably in his mid thirties. Corbin wondered if she was with her sugar daddy, or if they were a couple. He wondered what it would be like to date someone that spent most nights nearly naked in front of strangers. His mind turned to his own situation, as if being with a stripper was any stranger thnt jacking off in front of a woman before he even knew her name. Watching Corbin meander through the crowd was entertaining. He was a bit like a kid in a candy store; he had probably never seen this much naked pussy in his life. Krista stripped from the waist down and folded her clothes neatly before taking a seat. When he finally made it to their nest she patted on the floor where she wanted him to sit. "Pretty amazing, isn't it. Wait until they all start to come. The room has a wonderful energy when it happens." "Do they come out and read our auras?" he replied, sounding a bit skeptical. "No. I think you will be surprised how this turns out." "Okay, I will try to keep an open mind," he replied. "Good. You do need to listen. You might think you know how to do this, but might learn something. How well do you know female anatomy?" "I think you know the answer to that," he replied with a grin. "They are going to give your very specific direction using anatomical terms." "Okay," Krista spread her legs and pointed at her pussy, running her finger over the smooth skin, "These are my outer labia." She pulled her fingers back" This is my mons, and I like to be touched here." Corbin felt his cock begin to swell as she peeled back her outer lips. "And these are my inner labia. They are a bit more sensitive." He could see that she was already wet, and he felt a bit relieved that he was not alone in being aroused. "And past them is my vagina," she said as she pushed two fingers in. Regretfully there was not much penetration in the OM exercise, but she could not resist teasing him a bit. This was not the first time he had seen her finger fuck herself, but it was a much closer view than the time he had watched her masturbate in the men's dressing room at the office gym. Krista's fingers emerged and she moved them to the top of her sex, "This is my clitoral hood." Even though he knew what she was about to say, actually hearing it made his dick even harder. She pulled back on the soft, pink flesh, "And this is my clitoris. I'm pretty sensitive, so take it easy on me. But I guess you already know that." Corbin grinned, fondly remembering the way she reacted when he was lashing her clit with his tongue. "And this is my perineum, but we aren't really going to get down that far this time." He frowned when she stopped short of her ass. "Can you remember all that?" she asked. "I don't know, we may have to go over it again later." "Just don't forget it in the next fifteen minutes, got it? I think once you get started you will do okay" she teased. It took a few seconds for him to stop staring at her vulva, "Yea, got it." "Okay, it looks like they are about to start." Corbin watched as two women walked on to the stage. One of them stripped off her yoga pants and panties, and then climbed onto a table. The other woman was wearing a mike and began speaking, welcoming everyone to the event. She sounded like he expected her to, spouting a mix of new age philosophy and various self improvement catch phrases. Corbin wasn't paying much attention to the stage, instead he was glancing around the room at all the half naked women. "You need to listen to this part, she's telling you where to sit," Krista said. Corbin tuned the speaker back in and followed her instructions, tangling his limbs with Krista's in a pose that could be in the Kama Sutra. The couples around them were all getting into position. Some seemed to have a more difficult time than others did. The entire room began to smell like sex despite the ventilation system's best effort to supply fresh air. Corbin wondered if the other people in the hotel knew about the massive amount of finger fucking that was about to occur. He placed his hand on the inside of Krista's thigh, as directed by the speaker. The woman on stage was speaking, and several large screens had a close of up the other woman's pussy splashed across them. He moved his hand closer to Krista's pussy. "Slow down, you are still doing the grounding stroke," she said. Corbin took a deep breath. This was going to be a lot more challenging that he thought. He wanted to put one hand on Krista's throat and pin her to the floor while he rammed his other hand against her sex, but he looked up at the screen and mimicked what he saw. He listened well, Krista thought as she felt his fingers move closer to her sex. She could see he was holding back. There was a wild spark in his eyes, but he continued at the measured pace set by the session leader. He was the reason they were here. Krista had been to enough of the seminars that she could have talked him through it in the back seat of her car, but she wanted to see how he reacted. He still looked around, but the sea of naked pussy around him was not distracting him from his task. She could sense the lust boiling inside him, but he remained well behaved. She wondered what he would be like if he was off his leash. His finger brushed against her labia and she felt the first tingle of her climax. She knew that despite the claims of the OM leader she wasn't really going to have a real orgasm for fifteen minutes. She was going to be very, very close for fourteen minutes, and come for about one. For most people it all blurred together, but she knew the difference. The moaning had started. Corbin tried to shut out the chorus of sighs, whimpering and other noises and just listen for Krista's response. He looked up, the huge vulva on the screen was completely bald, not even a hint of stubble. He wondered if the woman was naturally hairless, or if her pubic hair had been removed with wax or a laser. It certainly made it easy to see what the other woman was doing. He looked down at Krista's pussy and wondered if he was going be ramming his cock into it later. Corbin's hand was fully engaged, this was Krista's favorite part of the exercise. After almost twelve minutes of being teased she was finally getting close to having an orgasm. This was quite different from sex or even masturbating. She was completely relaxed and could focus all her attention on the way Corbin's hand felt between her legs. Despite the fact she enjoyed seeing his hand on her sex she closed her eyes and thought only of the warm tingling in her core. Part of her wanted him to defy the leader and plunge his fingers into her vagina, but there would be plenty of time for that later. It was impossible to shut out the noise around him. He heard every kind of vocalization he could imagine as the women around him started to climax. Some screamed, some moaned, and some whimpered. The stripper made a noise that reminded him of a horse whinny. The low, breathy moan escaping from Krista's mouth was very erotic, but the lesbian in front of them made some pretty impressive sounds as well. The cries of the woman on stage were broadcast though the sound system. "Oh, yes, yes, make me come," Krista moaned, a gentle reminder in case he wasn't paying attention to what the group leader was saying. She felt the pressure from his hand increase and the tingling sensation began to spread. Because he was still clothed and knew this was not foreplay Corbin paid a bit more attention to what was happening between Krista's legs. Her hips began to buck. His fingers glided over her soft, wet flesh. Almost every other time he had fingered a woman to orgasm there had been some kind of distraction; kissing, a hand job, his mouth on her breasts. This time his full attention was on her sex. She was so wet, and so hot. He could feel the muscles in her pussy contract as her climax started. He glanced up at her face, but she did not make eye contact. Her chin was tucked down and she was watching his hand. This was the best session yet. She wasn't sure if Corbin was especially talented, or if she had learned from her previous experiences, but this was the most powerful orgasm she had experienced at an OM gathering. She closed her eyes and thought of nothing but the way Corbin's hand felt against her sex. The waves of pleasure continued to become more intense. The muscles from her abs to her thighs tensed as if to hold something back until she felt a release and she fell back into the nest of pillows behind her. The color of her labia turned a shade darker as her hips began to buck wildly. Corbin could not believe how wet she was; the blanket she was lying on was drenched. A low moaned flowed out of his lips. He glanced up at the screen and mimicked the actions he saw. Krista's upper body fell back and her pussy erupted with a clear, hot fluid. It formed a puddle on the blanket. He wanted to bury his face between her legs and see if he could extend her climax, but restrained himself. She had made it clear this was not an orgy; it was a very specialized method of meditation. The words from the PA system began to sink in. They were saying to slow down and return to the grounding stroke that the exercise had started with. When she heard the announcement for the partners to remove their gloves Krista knew it was over. She heard him pull the gloves off, and then felt his finger slide inside her for an instant. She glared at him and mouthed 'Stop', but he only grinned at her mischievously and wiggled his finger. She grabbed his wrist and pulled it away from her sex. "That's frowned on here, they don't want this to turn into a full on sex party," she said. It had taken every bit of her willpower to resist him. If he had pushed back she would have been unable to stop him from making her come again. She picked up a towel from the stack next to them and patted herself dry. "Wow," Corbin said as he watched her clean up. "I agree, my orgasms are not always like that." "What do you mean?" he asked. "There's not so much, uh, wet," she said. "So I did well?" he asked, his face beaming. "Yea, you did great," she replied, picking up her skirt. As he watched her get dressed, Corbin realized she didn't have any underwear. "You aren't wearing panties?" he asked. "Why bother for something like this?" "I guess you have a point." "Ready to go?" she asked. "That's it, there's nothing else?" "They will walk around and get testimonials about how amazing this is, and they have a shop where you can buy books and stuff. Nothing you'd be interested in." She said. "So now what?" "We go home," she said as she got dressed. "That's it?" he said, trying not to sound disappointed. "You got to finger fuck me on our first date, are you complaining?" she teased. "No, well, maybe a little.." She let out a giggle as she stood up, " I bet you do have a case of blue balls. I think you will make it [M1] home before something explodes." "Yea, just wondering if there is something like this for men," he pondered aloud, following her out of the room. Several other couples were getting in, including the stripper. "You keep looking at her, is that an old girlfriend?" she asked. "No, I'm pretty sure she is the stripper from a friends bachelor party," he answered. "Was she any good?" "She was very good, I really enjoyed her, uh, chorograhagraphy" "And she has great tits," Krista added. "Yea, great tits..." he repeated. They exited the room and started to walk towards the parking garage. For the most part his erection had faded, but the bulge in his pants still seemed quite noticeable. The hallway was empty except for the two of them which was both a blessing and a curse. He was glad there was nobody around, but at the same time the isolated setting let his mind wander, and he found himself thinking about pushing Krista into a dark corner and fucking her dripping wet pussy until she came again. His fantasy was cut short when the door opened and the outside sounds flooded into his ears. Gym Buddies Pt. 03 "Was it what you expected?" She asked as they strolled through the parking garage. "Not exactly." "How so?" "The people there were, well, more attractive than I thought they would be," he admitted. "That's a good thing, right?" "Yes. And it was, uh, enjoyable..." She smirked, "As enjoyable as it could be with your clothes on?" "Yea," he laughed, "I guess that is a good way to explain it." As they approached her car she pulled out her remote and unlocked the doors. Corbin walked to the driver's and opened her door. "So considerate," she said as she slipped past him, "and that should be rewarded." Krista squatted down in front of him and put her hands on his crotch. He stepped back to allow her some space, but she wedged her fingers inside the waist band of his pants and pulled him close. "Want a blowjob?" she asked. "What? Here?" he replied. "Yes, here. There's nobody around, and the car door should hide what I'm doing." "Yes," Corbin said nervously. He wasn't complete surprised given what she had done to him in the men's dressing room at the gym. "Yes, what?" she teased. "Yes, I want a blowjob." "I guess I will have to let you come in my mouth, just don't get it on my blouse," she lamented. His eyes grew wide as he watched her unbuckle his belt and unbutton his pants. She pressed her hand against his cock then started to pull down on the zipper. Despite the previous encounters in the shower he still felt nervous. The parking garage did not offer as much privacy as the shower stall had. Her hand was loosely wrapped around his now rigid shaft, gliding up and down. There was just enough light for him to see her cleavage. Much to his disappointment she had not removed any of her clothing. Corbin couldn't stop thinking about the fact that she was not wearing underwear, that the only thing between him and her puss was the skirt she was wearing. He wondered how she would react if he bent her over the hood of the car and rammed his throbbing erection into her dripping wet pussy. "If you're scared I can stop, but I probably won't be in the mood to suck your dick later," she chided. "I'm not scared," he said. "Good," she replied, "cause I really want your cock in my mouth." With those words, he completely forgot about fucking her. If she wanted to suck his dick that badly he had no intention of stopping her. In a single smooth motion she slipped her fingers between his clothes and his skin and pulled both his pants and boxer briefs down until they were around his knees. There was still a lingering feeling that he was being set up for a prank, but Corbin did not stop his enjoyment of what Krista was doing. It would be a lie to say she wasn't a bit nervous about being caught. Best case is that she would be embarrassed, worst case was getting arrested for public lewdness. The chance of getting caught was part of the thrill, as was his apparent unease about getting a blowjob in a public place. She thought about making a snide remark about how this should not take long, but decided not to. Instead she pressed her lips against the tip of his erection. It tasted like cum, he had probably gotten hard during the session, which was understandable. In fact she would probably have felt insulted if fingering her to orgasm had not given him an erection. One of her hands stroked his balls, each time moving a bit further back until her fingertip pressed against his perineum. Her other hand pressed his cock against her mouth as the tip of her tongue traced each of the veins that ran the length of his throbbing erection. "Did I mention that I love cock," she whispered. "I kind of figured that out." Krista resumed stroking his cock and began to kiss his balls. She liked the way the soft skin felt against her lips. She spread her lips apart and sucked on him until one of his balls popped into her mouth. Her tongue lashed against it. Krista twisted her head sideways so he could see what she was doing. While she wasn't a true exhibitionist, she found she did like to be watched when she gave head. The sound of an approaching car made Corbin freeze. He rested his hands on the car door, trying to look natural, or as natural as he could when and an attractive woman was sucking on his balls. Even with the headlights flashed by she remained unfazed. She casually let his balls slip out of her mouth and then wrapped her lips around the head of his cock like they were in a private room. Her head bobbed up and down, focusing mainly on the tip of his cock while her hand stroked his rigid shaft. The passing car had provided a different kind of thrill, but she was determined to finish what she started. It appeared his cock shared her attitude, as it had remained rock hard even when there was a chance they would be discovered. His hand rested on the back of her head and his grip on her pony tail was getting tighter and tighter. She recalled the way he had pinned her against the wall in the shower and choked her, and the idea that things could get rough again made her pussy wet. She moved her head back enough for his cock to slip out of her mouth, and paused briefly before engulfing it again. The pressure on the back of her head increased each time she did it. Each time the tip of his cock was exposed she slid her hand over his soft, wet skin before wrapping her lips around it again. Each time she stopped sucking his cock Corbin felt his climax ebb away, and the slowly begin to build when she took him into her mouth again. Each time she paused his craving for release grew. Without thinking about it he began to thrust his hips forward, forcing his cock back into her mouth before his climax could slip away. He failed to notice she had pinned her hand against her mouth, providing him with a tight, wet tunnel into her warm, moist mouth. She had also stopped moving once he began to fuck her mouth. Although she could not pin down the exact moment it happened, Corbin had once again taken control. He shoved his dick into her mouth as far as he could, then pushed her head forward until the head of his cock was deep inside her. While her right hand remained pressed against her mouth, Krista's left hand stayed firmly wrapped around the base of his cock, in a losing battle to keep him from ramming his erection too far down her throat. She gripped him as tightly as she could, but she wasn't strong enough to resist him. She could taste the pre-cum leaking out and wondered how much longer he could last. He wasn't just gripping her hair; he was pulling it as well. The mild pain only added to her excitement as he continued to thrust his cock into her mouth. "Oh, yes that feels so good," he moaned. The pressure of his orgasm was building, approaching a level he could not contain. Her reluctant offer to swallow his seed floated around in his head, pushing him closer and closer to the point of no return. With great effort he slowed the pace of his thrusting, feeling the subtle bump of each of her fingers and his cock slid through her hand before it entered the nirvana of her warm wet mouth. Her tongue swirled around the tip of his erection and she turned her head sideways so his rigid shaft caused her cheek to bulge outward. He pulled his cock back until only the tip was in her mouth, then he tipped her head back. His rigid shaft pressed against her jaw and forced her mouth open. He wanted to see his cum shoot into her mouth. "Oh, oh, oh, I'm going to come," he moaned. It was time for her to take back just a bit of control. Krista tightened her grip so that the head of his cock rested just inside her mouth. Her tongue traced along the rim of his cock head and flicked against the sensitive spot at the very tip. Moments later she got what she wanted, the floodgates opened, and a jet of thick, hot cum sprayed out, coating her tongue, and filling her mouth. A brief struggle ensued as he tried to shove his cock down her throat and she maneuvered to keep it right where she wanted it. They finally settled with and extra inch of his rigid shaft sliding past her lips, but not quite to the point where she was deep throating him. His grip on her hair did not relax until his erection began to fade. There was something special about an orgasm from oral sex, Corbin thought as he watched the expression on Krista's face and saw the thick white cum coat her tongue. Just knowing that her mouth was filling with cum made the experience more intense. He could feel his cock jerking as his climax ran its course. He wondered if she enjoyed being on the receiving end of his orgasm as much as he appreciated having his mouth on her pussy when she came. Judging by the slight grimace on her face he guessed the answer was no, and then realized he was still pushing her head on to his cock. He relaxed his grip and watched his erection emerge from between her lips. Only a small drop of the pearly liquid escaped as the head of his cock popped out of her mouth. She wiped it off with the back of her hand and stood up, looping her arm around his neck and pulling down with unexpected force. Pressing her lips against his, Krista thrust her tongue into his mouth, and then forcefully expelled the contents of her mouth into his. It took him a few seconds to realize what was happening, and when he did he struggled to break free of her embrace. In response, she grabbed one of his hands and shoved it against her pussy. As his fingers explored her wet slit, his struggled abated. She continued her passionate kiss until she felt him swallow her gift to him. The kiss had caught him off guard, and what followed was completely unexpected. Corbin tried to refuse the salty liquid she was forcing into his mouth, but when he felt how wet she was his resistance evaporated. He let it flow down his throat and sucked it off her tongue, thrusting his fingers into her pussy at the same time. Finally she broke away from him. "I said you could come in my mouth, I didn't say I was going to swallow it," she said with a laugh. "Just for the record, you taste better than I do." "I know," she replied, pulling his hand from between her legs and sucking the wetness off his fingers. "Holy shit," he said, clearly flabbergasted. "You should probably pull up your pants," she suggested, "I don't think I'm going to get any more use out of your cock." "Yea, yea," he said. "I had a good time, but I think it's time for me to go home. Hop in and I will give you a ride back to the office." "Oh, okay," Corbin replied, disappointed that she had not offered to take him home with her. As the car pulled out of the parking garage she broke the awkward silence, "So the next date is up to you. I hope I have not set the bar too high." "That was certainly unexpected," he replied. "I call them 'dare dates', as in 'I dare you to do this', and you get points for not freaking out. It does not have to be about sex, but it should be exciting or interesting. If you try dinner and a movie I will go home... with someone else." "I'll keep that in mind, can I get your number?" he said. "No, just let me know next time we meet at the gym," she replied as she turned into the office parking garage. "I'm on the 2nd floor," As the car turned up the ramp she noticed there was only one vehicle, and it was a motorcycle. "You're a biker?" she asked. "I ride a motorcycle, but I have a cage for when the weather sucks." The car rolled to a halt, "This is where you get out." Corbin leaned over and kissed her on the lips. Her mouth tasted like sex, both his and hers. He smiled and exited the car. As the tail light disappeared around the corner he wondered what he could do that she would find interesting or exciting. He pulled on his helmet and straddled his bike, then started the lonely ride home.