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The Workout

By: MY2847



I can't seem to get it at home so here is a fantasy of mine. Please feedback if you agree or think its hot. Would love to hear from the ladies on it. First posted story.

So I workout weekly at a local gym. My wife and I started going a while back so that we could keep up with the kids. You see, she knows about my tight clothes fetish, panty fetish but she rarely does anything about it. 

I get to the gym that morning right after getting the kids off to daycare, alone as usual. I always change there so that I can run around after my morning workout. It's the same time, same day every week. 

I come out, changed and ready for the treadmill and start my routine. There she is, same time like me every week but instead of the usual black yoga pants, they are light gray cotton stretch pants. 

I am running at a usual fast pace, about a mile into it. You see, we have exchanged glances for about 2 months now. Her at her usual abdominal, thigh and buns target workout and me running like there is no tomorrow. 

I know she has spotted me looking several times and I have caught her a few as well. The ring on her left hand tells me she is married, just like me and I wonder if she is working out to keep him happy or if it is for her.

She seams to have this glow about her today that I have not seen on her. The 5 foot 5 inch frame of hers, so perfectly matched, curves in all the right places, one would never know that she was a mom. You see, one workout, we both happened to walk out at the same time. Me the gentleman that I am, had opened both doors of the gym to let her pass by, and I know she obliged to let me catch a peak at that firm ass of hers. But that one time, I noticed she had 2 car seats in the back, just like me.

There she is on this machine that she props herself on, listening to her MP3 player, arms on the side bars and doing free leg lifts much higher than I had seen her do before. Then to the side, and the other. Strange about her is that, she rarely has the yoga pants pulled up tight but her firm ass usually still shows a bit. These gray stretch pants however, tight but not too tight, pulled up firmly in place to show all of her gorgeous curves.

2 miles into my sprint, and she gets on the bun machine. It's the one where you lay on your belly, and bring your head up off the floor, and you can use a medicine ball to twist and lift as well. I know she had caught me in the past, since this machine, directly in front of my usual treadmill, places me right in plain straight on view of both of her perfect buns. This day, I was caught like a deer in headlights because those new pants were riding between those buns so I could clearly see each individual cheek. She came up, arms on either side of her head like an inverted sit up and her eyes meet mine with an almost evil look but pleasant surprise to her as she caught me staring at her sexy back and ass.

I finish my sprint and quickly move onto my next machine like clockwork. The same routine every week since it seems to work perfect for me. The abdominal machine, and once I get it all adjusted, I notice this girl moves to the machine directly in front of me. Its some sort of rowing type machine like a leg press.

After bending over, gorgeous ass right in my face, she turns and sits on the seat and the quick eye glance exchange happens again today. I know she knew what I was looking at but she does not seem affected. That row machine and the placement of her to me sends me to some heavenly place I have never ever been before. 

You see, those sexy gray stretch pants show her VPL which appear to be panties she has not worn to the gym before. I have seen her only in a typical thong. Me loving the site of panty lines, I notice these things but today, these new pants showing what appears to be some sort of really small thong or g-string type thing.

It is so hard to focus on my workout and what I am doing with her sitting in clear view, and those legs squatting her body up and down on this thing, when her legs slightly parted, giving me a clear view of her VPL and for the first time giving me a view of her gorgeous mound.

I have always loved to see a woman with a nice plump mound, the shape of curves of the hips, thighs, and pussy mound has always been a fascination to me. On this day, that mound was in clear view and was perfect.

I tried not to stare but it was so hard not too and I know she caught me several times by the look on her face. The bulge in my gray loose fitting running shorts made it obvious that I was enjoying my view which I had caught her a few times glancing a look.

At this point, my slightly embarrassed face and blushing expression made it so I was almost a bit uncomfortable. You see, I have never cheated and would never do anything but this sight made me wonder and almost want to.

Now finished on the abdominal machine, I was almost relieved but now I had to stand and my protruding hard on would easily be seen. I did my best to move in a way where it would not be as clear at this point and moved to my arm fly machine and she moved way over to another part not within my clear view. This was a blessing as it gave me time to compose myself and my bulge could relax a bit now.

About 15 minutes later, finished my upper body workout, I got back onto the treadmill, just like clockwork. Back on for a final 2 mile sprint before leaving. My usual treadmill was busy so I take the next available one on that side of the gym. Just as I turn it on, there she is, placed right in front of me again. It was like torture. What a machine she was on. This thing must have clearly been developed by a male, hoping to see a lovely lady on it. 

The outer and inner thigh machine. There she is, sitting in front of me, facing me, legs spreading apart and closing again while she is reading her usual Cosmo magazine. It was impossible not to notice the most sexy cameltoe I have ever seen in my life. Her plump mound, and the fabric of her panties and stretch pants slightly pulled up her front to form a cameltoe showing exactly where her female folds are. 

Of course an instant bulge now reformed in my pants, and I didn't care. Now later in the morning, the gym is starting to empty out, and there are only 3 people on our side of the gym. God if that older lady would just finish her routine so I could openly stare at this beautiful sight.

Minutes later, finally that lady moves although it felt like an eternity. Now I am free to stare at the crotch of this woman that I have seen here for over 2 months. She is busy reading her Cosmo so I can now get full view of the cameltoe'd pussy in front of me.

My shorts are sort of bunched on one side now so I had to readjust and of course at this point tried to hide a good cock squeeze at the same time cause this view was driving me insane. Oh no, bad timing, she was flipping a page as I am looking straight at her crotch and grabbing my own cock so I know it looked like I was stroking myself.

Now her face gets a little flush and she appears to be blushing. My timer runs out on the 2 mile point but this view is too much to leave now so I continue on. 

She finishes adjusting the magazine to the next page, and appears to have some article that she is intent on reading so back to her crotch my eyes go. I can feel the pressure on my cock at this point, her curves, her body, and that view. She scoots down in the seat and it puts even more pressure on her pussy and now the cameltoe is obvious. 

My balls so blue, I can feel the most painful set of blue balls I have ever had in my pants. The now biggest, most firm hard on I have had since being a teen in high school. 

What she did next, I was not prepared for. Spreading her legs open and shut, I noticed, there was no weight on her machine clipped in. It all starts to make sense. I think she is teasing me. No she couldn't be. She's married, and I know she has looked at my ring so she knows I am, what is she doing. She starts to flip the page but as she flips it, her hand goes down her side and down the crease of her thigh and .... Oh my goodness, right into the sexy cameltoe, pressing that fabric right into her sexy pussy. And an obvious wet spot appears through those gray pants. I look up at the front desk, the only person working is off to the other side so I take the opportunity and give my cock a quick squeeze again as she is glancing over the top of the page right at me. 

She just starts furiously rubbing the wet spot and before I even know what has happened, I cum right there, no touching, just the site of her wet cameltoe and fingers on herself facing me. As I feel the warmness of my cum, I look down and the most obvious wet cum spot on the tip of my erection makes my face turn beat red. I jump off the treadmill without even turning it off, walk straight past her and right into the locker room. 

Having brought only my change of clothes, no towel, I still shower quickly to get the milky white substance off my entire loins as it is completely covered. Compose myself and pack up to leave.

Just as I walk out, there she is, wet crotch, her backpack around 1 shoulder walking away from me. I quickly walk past her, hold the door for her but cannot even look back as I hold it open past both doors and almost jog to my car at the thought of what just happened.

Wonder if she will be there again next week, same time, same day, same pants?

The Workout



After a long hard day of contentious business meetings, I was ready to blow off some steam. So, although it was rather late in the evening, I headed for the fitness center of the Hilton hotel. Besides, I fully intended to maintain my training program even though it seemed I was traveling on business every other week lately. To my satisfaction, the room was empty, which would allow my to be with my thoughts during the work-out. It was also quite warm, and I quickly worked up a light sweat during warm-ups on the treadmill, and decided to remove my shirt before I began my weight lifting routine. I felt strong and confident as I worked, and the hard, muscular body reflected in the mirrored walls was, after more than a year of serious weight-training, as I wanted it to be. In between sets, I mused on the coy smiles and flirtatious looks I had received during the day from the sexiest lady I had ever met on a business trip. I was imagining her in a more intimate setting, with a immediate physical response in my rather tight shorts, when suddenly, the door opened, and to my great surprise (and delight), she walked into the room.

Hidden behind one of the machines, I froze as I watched her walk to the treadmill. She didn't notice me at first, which gave me a perfect opportunity to savor her appearance. Her long brown hair curled around her pert breasts. As she stepped up onto the treadmill, my eyes moved down her legs and stopped at the dimples on the backs of her knees, and I felt the urge to kiss her there. Noticing her shoelace was untied she stepped down. With one foot on the treadmill she bent over to remedy the problem. The oversized sweatshirt that was hanging over her firm ass inched up to reveal an incredible view as the form-fitting white spandex biking shorts revealed every curve, every nuance of that beautiful terrain. She straightened up and stepped away from the machine, apparently reconsidering her options. Later, I was to learn that she had seen me in one of the mirrors. Unwilling to let the image go, I closed my eyes, lost in fantasy, dreaming of what it would be like to run the tip of my swollen cock across her beautiful rear. I could almost feel the sensation of my cock parting her lips and gliding down to her clit. I jumped a little and my eyes snapped open as I heard someone politely clear their throat in front of me. Her dark brown eyes pulled me back to reality, but I was very conscious of the rather large bulge in my shorts. My face felt very hot as her smile brought a blush to my cheeks.  

"Hello ..." was the only word that could escape my lips. "Hi there!" she replied. "Rather warm in here, isn't it?" she continued, and began to remove her sweatshirt, revealing a skin-tight white top matching her shorts. Her chest thrust forward as she raised her arms to pull the sweatshirt over her head. It took her a few moments to get the garment over her head, and I jumped on the chance to stare at the hard nipples protruding from the perfect center of her lovely round breasts. Hmmm ... I thought, she said she was warm, so those stiff nipples can't be explained by her having a chill ...very interesting, let's see where this goes! 

"Downright steamy!" I replied, grinning. She got back on the treadmill, and began a brisk walk.  I moved to another station - leg curls - where I could see her quite well in the wall mirrors, her nice tight ass wiggling and firm C-cup breasts bouncing with every step. I could not help but notice that she was also watching me as I strained to do my sets, or was she eyeing my cock that strained against my shorts. After a few minutes of warm-up, she got off the treadmill, and moved towards the one of the weight machines. 

"Could you spot for me on the bench press here?" I quickly asked. "Being alone here tonight, I didn't think I'd be able to do my normal sets - but if you could help me for a minute ..." 

"Sure, happy to help if you return the favor later," she replied, and went to the spotter's platform at the head of the bench. I followed her, loaded the weights, and laid back on the bench and slid under the bar ... placing my head inches from her knees. Although it wasn't really necessary in order to spot, she moved closer to the bar, putting one knee on each side my head, so that I was looking right up at her mound. I breathed deeply, and caught her scent ... strong but so sweet ... and hesitated as long as possible to do my lift ... feeling my cock throb in my shorts ... she must know, I thought! Looking up from that sweet spot past her round breasts, my suspicions were confirmed. Her big brown eyes were locked on my obvious erection. Momentarily embarrassed, I let the weights fall back down. Our eyes met. A smile graced her full lips and a hint of red touched her cheeks. I could feel my shorts strain against my cock as it grew even harder.   

"Sorry ... I didn't mean ..." she said shyly. 

"It's just my natural reaction to such a beautiful lady." I said without hesitation. Her embarrassment subsided and an indescribable look came across her face. I could feel the passion pour from her eyes, and at that moment I knew how the evening would end. Driven by the now irresistible temptation, I touched her firm bare calf. I ran my hand up to her thigh and felt her body shudder. Sliding my body on the bench towards her a little more, I lifted my head to kiss her inner thigh just above the knee. Pausing there with my lips on her smooth skin, I could feel her tremble and could hear her breathing quicken. I reached up with both hands to grab her firm ass, and then begin to kiss and lick my way slowly up her thigh. She did not pull away at all, but leaned forward onto the bar in front of her and spread her legs apart to invite me in. I explored her body with my hands, running them over her ass and up her sides and then lightly over her breasts. Although I could not see with my face between her legs, I could feel her nipples erect under the thin material. 

Soon I felt the gentle touch of her hand, sliding slowly from my chest across my hard abdomen to my aching cock. Her fingers traced the outline through my shorts and I groaned with desire as she gripped my cock through the fabric. Still licking and nibbling her thigh just below the line of her shorts, I slid my hands under her top and cupped both tits, squeezing gently as a low moan escaped her lips. In response, I lifted my face and planted my lips on the wet spot that had appeared in the crotch of her shorts and lightly rubbed my nose on her clit. She gasped and lowered herself onto me, grinding her hot sex into my mouth. Quickly deciding it would be much better without the shorts, I pulled my face away. Looking down at me with a mix of lust and amusement on her face, she simply said, "Tease!" and backed away from the platform. 

Moving around to the front of the bench, she asked me to get up. As soon as I stood in front of her, she wrapped her hand around my neck and pulled my lips to hers. Our tongues met and danced in circles. I grabbed her waist and pulled her firm body to mine, but she pushed me away and started to walk to the ladies locker room. I stood there wondering if she was now the one teasing me. She opened the door and turned to look at me. Motioning impatiently for me to follow she asked, "I think it's time for a shower, don't you?"  

She disappeared through the door, and I decided that whatever she had in mind was just fine with me. I came through the door just in time to see her shorts drop from her hand to the floor. She stood there in the middle of the small room, naked and beautiful, looking back at me over her shoulder as she faced away from the door. Transfixed, I stood in the doorway, staring at her firm, tight ass ...wanting her so much ... hungry for her ... excited by the glimpse of short soft curls silhouetted between her slightly spread legs. After a long moment, she said "Come on in – I'll be waiting in the shower," and turned and walked into a shower stall, and turned on the shower. 

My heart pounding, I stripped in record time and followed her in. As I pulled open the door to the stall, I was stopped in my tracks by the stunning sight in front of me: she sat on a bench with one foot up, her legs open wide, her right hand was between her legs, one long finger buried deep between her glistening pussy lips. Her left hand was cupping her right breast, rolling her hard nipple between thumb and forefinger. As I looked up into her face, she smiled and ran her tongue across her lips so sexily... then she raised her right hand to her mouth and licked and sucked that wet finger. My cock throbbed to be where that finger was. I stepped into the stall and closed the door. I paused a second as the hot water drenched my body. Still looking at her face, I noticed her gaze was fixed on my crotch, her big brown eyes aglow. I could see the hunger there: she was consuming my cock with just a look. I moved to her, and her eyes tracked the object of her desire as it came nearer and nearer, so close now but she sat unmoving except for two fingers slowly sliding in and out of her dripping slit. Taking my cock in hand I gently ran the tip across her lips. "Is this what you want?" I asked. Her tongue darted out just in time to catch a drop of pre-cum. She finally looked up into my eyes and stated with absolute conviction, "That's exactly what I want!"  

She grabbed my wrist and pulled my hand from the object of her desire. I raised both arms and braced myself on the shower wall. Looking down, I watched her every move. She cupped my balls with one hand and massaged with just the right amount of pressure. Her other hand slowly stroked the length of my cock. Her lips parted and she moved closer, pausing a mere inch from the swollen head. I waited, unable to breathe. She stroked down on my cock with her hand, and at the same time, slid her lips over the glans. She swirled her tongue on the sensitive skin, sending shivers up my spine. I moaned loudly and leaned into her, sliding my cock deeper into her mouth. She responded eagerly, pulling me deeper and deeper into her mouth, until the swollen head had slid partly down her throat and her lips were at the base of it. She paused for a moment, and the feeling of her throat rhythmically squeezing my cockhead threatened to engulf me with unendurable ecstasy. Then, back out again, licking and kissing. 

"Oh fuck yes, baby, that's so good ... oh, so deep and good ..." I murmured and I thrust back into her mouth for another incredible onslaught of pure pleasure. As she drew back the next time, she stopped for a second, looked up into my eyes, and said "Mmmmmm ... your big hard cock feels so good in my mouth ...mmmm", and then slid her glistening full lips back over my cock again. We quickly found a rhythm, her lips sliding back and forth on my shaft as I thrust in and out of her mouth. With one hand, she stroked, following her lips up and down, while with her other hand she fondled my balls. She slid this hand back farther and found that supersensitive spot below my balls. I groaned louder and my knees felt weak as intense waves of pleasure washed through me. I knew that my explosion was close, and I began to thrust a little faster and harder, the wet sounds of her sloppy cocksucking propelling me to yet greater heights.

Suddenly she drew her head back and held me still with her hand. Her lips were so close to the tip of my cock I could feel her hot breath as she spoke, "It's my turn now." She pulled both of her feet up to the bench, her legs spread apart. My eyes lowered to her perfectly trimmed pussy. I could see her swollen clit separating her pink lips. I dropped to my knees. She moved closer as if to kiss me and then abruptly leaned back. I moved my hands to her beautiful breasts. Pushing them together I simultaneously licked both nipples. She moaned wildly. After a couple minutes of licking and sucking those wonderful morsels, I slowly kissed and caressed my way down her belly. She was visibly trembling I licked all around her mound but avoided contact with her clit. I licked along the outside her swollen pussy lips, first on one side and then the other, drawing low moans and a little involuntary hip thrusting from her. Finally, I ran my tongue deep between her lips, savoring her sweet juices now flowing freely, and up and across her protruding clit. She jerked and let out a scream. Reaching from above, I spread her lips apart with my left hand and circled around her erect clit with tongue as fast as I could. She was panting and moaning so loud I knew she was close to climax, so I inserted two fingers of my right hand inside her and began to slide them in and out. Her whole body quivered when I found her special spot. I then took her button in my mouth, sucking and pulling with my lips. She pulled my head into her pussy nearly suffocating me as she exploded. Her guttural cries drove me wild, and I re-doubled the intensity of my clitsucking and fingerfucking. She thrashed on the bench, and finally squeezed my head tightly in her thighs as multiple orgasms reverberated through her. 

Finally, she opened her thighs and pushed my head away. "Oh God, I need you inside me right now" she panted "Fuck me now, Kent!" 

I needed no more encouragement. I lifted her up off the bench and pulled her to me, kissing her hard as I positioned her over my throbbing cock. Gently, I let her down till the head of my cock had just slid between her lips. As she moaned again "Yesssss .... do it!" I braced her back against the wall and buried my cock in her hot pussy. She spread her legs wide to let me in deep, and I moved my grip under her knees to keep them that way. 

I began to thrust slowly in and out, looking into her wild eyes and whispering to her "do you like my big cock, baby? Does it feel good in your tight pussy? Oh God, you're so hot and wet...." 

"Oh, yes ... fuck me so good .... fuck me harder!" she demanded, as she grabbed my hips to pull me into her. I thrust faster and harder in response to her urging, and once again, I felt the explosion coming, and there was no stopping it this time! "Let me suck your tits, Rachel ... hold them up for me!" I pleaded as I pounded into her. 

Immediately, she offered me her luscious tits, arching back with one hand under each one, and I hungrily sucked a nipple deep in my mouth. Within seconds, this sent me over the edge, and with a loud cry, I drove hard into her as I shot my load deep into her hungry cunt. I could feel her pussy grip me as she entered into her own powerful orgasm. I slowly lowered her to the floor and kissed her for a long time. I took her hand and gently pulled her into the water. We giggled like two teenagers as we playfully washed each other. It was the best shower I've ever taken! 

"Kent," she said finally "It's getting very late, and you know that the meeting starts tomorrow morning at 8:00 am." 

"Yes, time to for both of us to get some sleep," I replied. We dressed and parted, taking care not to be seen by any of our coworkers who might be wandering about the hotel. As I fell asleep, long after midnight, I thought again of Rachel ... and considered that I'd probably see her for the last time in the meeting tomorrow, before we returned to our respective homes the following afternoon. 

Not surprisingly, I was a few minutes late arriving at the meeting. I was surprised but delighted when Rachel walked up behind me, and squeezed my ass playfully just before we walked together into the meeting room. She was wearing a tight black desk that clung wonderfully to her shapely body. As we walked in, I could only hope that no one noticed the flush in my face or the growing bulge in my pants. There were only two chairs left at the long conference table, next to each other at the far end away from the screen. I couldn't keep my mind on the meeting, and as soon as the lights dimmed and everyone's attention was focused forward on the presentation, glanced over at Rachel. She immediately returned my glance, and sexily ran her tongue over her lips. Flushed with excitement, I turned back to the screen, and was surprised when I felt her grasp my hand under the table. After lightly running her fingers in the palm of my hand for a few seconds, she placed it on the inside of her thigh. As I began to slowly slide my hand up the leg, she spread her legs open for me. 

Nervously, I looked around but everyone's attention was still on the screen ... higher and higher I went ...only inches now from her pussy, and I could her Rachel beginning to breathe harder. As my hand got closer I noticed she wasn't wearing any panties. I touched her clit and she let out a gasp, the heightened arousal from the risky play causing her to climax from a single touch. My hand froze. I looked around the room to see if anyone heard her. A few people turned and looked at Rachel but quickly turned their heads back to the screen. I rested my hand against her soaking wet pussy, closed my eyes and remembered our workout. Suddenly she pulled my hand away. I opened my eyes and realized the presentation was almost over. With a final meaningful look at Rachel, I brought the wet hand near my face and inhaled deeply, savoring the pungent feminine aroma. Her eyes were round with disbelief, and I could see her shudder as the flagrant display propelled her to a still higher of arousal. Suddenly, the lights came up and the group began discussing the business matters at hand. Rachel and I looked at each other, and huge knowing grins broke out on both of our faces. Some others noticed and looked at us strangely, but no one ever knew the story behind those smiles. 

The End 

Author's note: Please vote to let me know how you liked this short piece. 



The Workout



The Workout - Copyright, 2007 - 2011, Trace Ekies. All rights reserved. 

*

Kara had graduated from law school and become an associate attorney with Grayson & Locke, the city's most prestigious, and most conservative law firm. Her severest challenge was, not to make partner, that would automatically happen in seven years, but rather, to enjoy her personal life, without Winston Grayson, the managing partner, interfering with it or hearing about it.

Kara had been a gymnast in high school and now worked out regularly to maintain her youthful figure. She had another reason for working out. Her aerobics instructor, Paul, was her latest romantic interest. Unfortunately, Paul so far was acting as if he hadn't even noticed her. Nevertheless, Kara got weak kneed every time she saw him. He had muscular arms and shoulders, toned chest and abs, powerful legs, and, from what she could tell looking at him in sweats, a package any girl would die for.

Today, in hopes of making the five-thirty aerobics class that Paul taught, Kara had left the office early, if you can call four o'clock early. She was determined that Paul was going to notice her, and the sooner the better. She had come home to change and had only had a few minutes in which to do so, as her friend Suzy was coming to pick her up. She rummaged through the dresser and came across a workout suit she had bought when she was sixteen. 

Kara held the outfit in front of her. It consisted of a pair of shorts, somewhat like speedos, and a tight crop top. It was made of a shiny gray stretchy fabric, probably some synthetic material. She had bought it on a dare from a girlfriend at a time when her father was cautioning her not to wear anything that showed too much skin or accentuated her blossoming figure. 

The outfit had hugged her youthful curves so closely that by the time she got home and put it on again, she was afraid to show it to her father or wear it out of the house. To this day, she still hadn't worn it in public.

Kara had learned in the two or three years before graduating from high-school that she liked showing off and being at least partially exposed. After graduation, her father, (her mother had died when she was twelve), became more tolerant of her exhibitionist tendencies and even acted as if he might be enjoying them. 

Having left home, gone to college and living on her own, Kara was now free to dress as she pleased. She knew, however, that she needed to maintain the conservative look that befitted her occupation, and usually did. However, having observed the dress of the women Paul seemed to notice, Kara was convinced that getting his attention was going to take the kind of exposure she secretly enjoyed.

'This outfit just might be the one to do it,' Kara thought, as she pulled the shorts up and over her hips. They really showed off her legs, but they were so tight her panty line showed. In college she had often gone without panties, once even while wearing a short skirt, but now that she was a professional she dressed more conservatively. Tonight, however, was going to be an exception. She stripped off the shorts and panties, then put the shorts back on without the panties. 

She examined the top and noticed it had no lining. It had been designed with the expectation that it would be worn with a bra. While she was considering whether or not to wear one, Suzy knocked on the front door, let herself in and came straight to the bedroom. Suzy looked at the skimpy top in Kara's hands, shook her head and said, "I've got to see this." 

Kara was wearing a bra that was meant to be worn under tops like this, but, like the panties, its lines would show. Another exception had to be made. Kara unhooked the bra and tossed it on the bed. Suzy stared at Kara's chest. It wasn't as if she had never seen Kara topless before, and she definitely didn't prefer women to men, but Kara's breasts were so perfect that Suzy couldn't help but admire them.

The tops of Kara's breasts formed a nearly straight line from her chest to her nipples and the undersides of them were nicely rounded without even a hint of a sag. The aureoles were half-dollar sized and the nipples, when cold or aroused, were like pencil erasers. Kara slipped the flimsy top over her head and sucked in her chest; stretching the top to its limit, she pulled it down and over her breasts.

Kara, now a 34-C, had probably been no more than a 32-B when she bought the outfit. She looked at herself in the mirror. Her breasts were covered but just barely; the nipples protruded enticingly through the top's material; the tightness of the shorts hinted at a camel-toe. Had she known how revealing the outfit would be, she probably wouldn't have put it on. Then she thought about some of the outfits she had worn in college and realized that many of them had actually been more daring. She wanted to wear this outfit, but wasn't sure she should.

"That's going to get Paul's attention," Suzy said, "but I'm not sure it's the kind of attention you want."

Kara was looking at herself in the mirror, trying to decide whether or not to wear the outfit. Suzy's question helped to make up her mind. She wanted Paul's attention, even if she had to be somewhat exposed to get it. "How do you know what kind of attention I want," she said. Her decision was made. She was going to wear the outfit.

Kara looked in the mirror one last time and couldn't believe how hot she looked. The workout suit didn't hide much and she tried to imagine what Paul would think when he saw her. Her pussy got wet thinking about how exposed she was going to be. 'Fortunately,' she thought, 'The gym is like the beach; you're expected to show off.'

Kara and Suzy arrived at the gym a few minutes before the aerobics class got under way. Paul hadn't gone into the gym yet and greeted them from behind the counter. 

For the brief trip to the club Kara had donned a pair of jeans and a white blouse. However, her arousal at the thought of Paul seeing her in her workout outfit had caused her nipples to harden and protrude slightly, even though there were two layers of clothing covering them. 

As the two girls stood before the front desk, Paul conspicuously stared at Kara's chest. She handed Paul her ID but his eyes never moved, causing Kara to become even more aroused. She knew she had chosen the right outfit. Terry, the middle-aged woman who managed the place was also behind the counter and like Paul, stared openly. Kara wasn't accustomed to getting attention from a female but the warmth between her legs told her she liked it.

While Paul and Terry continued to stare, Kara and Suzy turned and went to the locker room. As they stowed their gym bag Kara thought, 'Paul has already noticed. By the time the class is over he won't be able to think about anything else.' The excitement Kara felt caused her nipples to press even harder against the tight top. She stripped off the jeans and blouse and headed for the gym.

 Paul started the session slowly and built the pace gradually. Kara wasn't so much doing aerobics as she was imagining that she and Paul were dancing, probably without much in the way of clothes. As she perspired, her aureoles became as visible as her nipples. She knew she should go to the locker room and put the blouse back on, but there was something about the way Paul was looking at her that made her abandon any thoughts of modesty.

Kara's mound pressed against the skin tight shorts. In her heightened state of arousal she pretended it was Paul rubbing her clit, not the shorts. Although, the juices flowing from her pussy couldn't have been much greater if it had actually been Paul. Kara was frustratingly close to having an orgasm when Paul slowed things down.

Even with the slowdown, Kara's nipples throbbed with excitement. Her labia was engorged beyond belief and pressed against the front of her shorts providing a wonderful sensation for her and an exciting view for anyone else, such as Paul, who might be watching. Her top was soaked and her breasts showed clearly. The music came to a stop and so did Paul. He stared at Kara's sweat-soaked body for longer than was polite, then turned and went into the men's locker room. Kara hoped he would come back soon, but he did not.

Suzy had stopped on her way to the locker room to talk to some guys by the bikes. As Kara approached, they stopped what they were doing and looked her up and down. Normally Kara would have been put off by their gawking but she was so turned on that she actually enjoyed their stares. "I'm going to take a shower. Don't be long," Suzy said as she left. Kara remained, basking in the masculine attention. It excited her to see that she had caused each of the men to have an erection. 

Kara worked out briefly on several nearby machines, enjoying the glances that frequently came her way. She continued to hope that Paul would return and coach her on the machines, but that was not to be. As Kara exercised, her sexual excitement gradually diminished. Paul eventually came out of the locker room, and unfortunately, at least in Kara's mind, resumed his position behind the counter.

Paul watched Kara from behind the counter. She loved the attention she was getting, not just from Paul, but from the other guys too. However, she knew Suzy was anxious to leave. She reluctantly left her audience and went to the locker room. Suzy had finished her shower and was dressing in street clothes. "What took you so long?" she asked.

"I needed to cool down a little before I took my shower."

"From what I saw," Suzy coldly said, "the whole place needed to cool down. That outfit you're wearing seems to have gotten the attention of every man in the club. Don't take long. I'll wait here."

"I'll be quick," Kara said. Suzy watched as Kara pulled the skin-tight top over her breasts. As her elongated nipples broke free Kara let out a sigh that caused a conversation between two women nearby to be stopped in mid sentence. Then Kara pulled her shorts over her hips. The women's jaws dropped as they realized that Kara was naked under her workout clothes. Kara ignored their critical looks, grabbed her towel and went to the shower.

Kara turned the water on and looked at herself while it warmed. A faint sheen of perspiration covered her entire body. Her nipples were like rocks and at least half an inch long. Her mound was puffed out, exposing the inner lips. Her clit peeked from under its protective hood.

Kara tried to relax under the soothing water but found it impossible. She continued to think of how aroused Paul had become; the more she tried to calm herself the more excited she became. Kara desperately needed to masturbate but Suzy was waiting. She soaped herself thoroughly and dried off quickly. She wrapped the towel around herself and returned to the locker room.

Kara saw that Suzy was gone, probably waiting in the lobby or in the car. Then the realization hit her. The workout bag with all her clothes was gone too! Kara knew it was hopeless but asked the other women anyway, "Did you see what happened to my stuff?" 

"The other girl," said one of the women, "took the gym bag and said to tell you she had to leave." 

That bitch! Kara thought, she has left me nothing but a towel. Fortunately the towel she had brought was more like a beach towel, considerably larger than an ordinary bath towel. It went completely around her body and extended from above her breasts to halfway down her thighs. Kara wrapped it around herself and fastened it together with a pin she found in the locker room. It was just a towel but she had worn dresses that didn't cover as much.

Kara walked around the locker room, hoping to find her stuff, but knowing that what she really needed was the nerve to walk out into the lobby in nothing but the towel. If she hadn't already attracted Paul's attention, this would do it for sure. Unless he preferred boys, Kara would at least get a date out of this. She felt the moisture grow between her legs as she thought about Paul looking at her. 

Kara took a deep breath and pushed open the door. She walked briskly to the front desk, at the front of the club opposite the locker room. There was only the one pin holding the towel together and as she walked it gapped open at the bottom. However, it wasn't enough to expose anything more than a bit of thigh. Her workout suit had probably exposed more. Still there was something about a towel that evoked gasps and catcalls as she passed the men on the treadmills.

Paul and Terry turned to see what was causing the commotion. Their mouths dropped. Kara nearly had an orgasm knowing she was so close to Paul and wearing so little. She hastily explained what had happened as Paul and Terry looked at her. They paid more attention to what the towel did and didn't cover than to what Kara said. Paul backed away from the counter a couple of steps and Kara saw the bulge in his pants. Encouraged by his reaction, she began to think that Suzy might have done her a favor.

"I would love to give you a ride home but I'm the only manager here and can't leave." Terry had finally regained her ability to speak. "If you don't mind though, Paul can take you." 

'Oh my God,' Kara thought, 'I'm not sure I can handle that.' 

Terry rambled on, not realizing that Kara didn't really need to be sold. "I think you can trust him. He's certainly had plenty of chances here at the club that he hasn't exploited." 

'I can vouch for that,' Kara thought. 

"I think you can trust him," Terry said again.

Kara had expected that she would eventually go to bed with Paul, but she had expected to go on some sort of date first. "How soon can we leave? I don't really want to stand around like this too long." 

"If you don't mind him being dressed like he is, you can leave right now," she said.

Kara wanted him just like he was. She smiled, and feeling more relaxed, said, "Well, considering that I've forgotten my evening gown, I guess it's okay that he isn't wearing a tux."

Paul couldn't believe his luck. He was going to give this beautiful girl a ride home and she wasn't wearing anything but a towel. He quickly came from behind the counter and said, "Follow me; my car's right outside the door."

As Kara walked behind Paul she thought about how little he was wearing. Other than athletic shoes and socks he only wore shorts and a muscle shirt. Probably a jock strap at most under his shorts. Wanting to keep him dressed that way was why she had acted like she was in such a rush. She didn't want him to change. Her breath raced and the perspiration dripped between her breasts. She was naked except for a towel and was about to get into a car with a gorgeous man that was practically naked too. It just didn't get any hotter than that.

Paul walked over to a low-slung sports car, unlocked the passenger door and held it for her. Kara hadn't thought about sitting in the front seat of a car wearing only a towel. This was going to be interesting. Getting in was going to present a challenge. She needed to at least maintain an appearance of modesty. She turned to Paul and said, "Would you mind looking the other way while I get in."

Paul turned away as requested. Kara looked around the parking lot to be sure they were alone before sliding into the seat. As she had expected, the towel rode up exposing the 'V' between her legs but she was able to pull the towel back down. Her thighs were still deliciously exposed which she was sure would be appreciated by Paul, but she bravely said, "I'm ready. You can turn around now." Paul stole a quick look at her legs before closing the door.

Paul went to the driver's side and got in. As he started the car he looked over at his passenger. Kara was tugging the front of the towel as low as it would go. Nevertheless, her thighs were bare, almost to her crotch, and Paul imagined what it would be like to be between those thighs.

Kara watched the bulge in Paul's pants grow as he looked her over. She was beginning to enjoy her predicament. "I hope you like the view" she said as she looked away.

As he looked at her legs and thought about what was just out of sight he said, "Forgive me, its not everyday that..."

"...you have a naked girl in your car. No, I would imagine not. Fortunately I live close. Just keep your eyes on the road till we get there." Kara liked the way Paul was looking at her, but she also wanted to get home without having a wreck.

Paul pulled out of the parking lot and turned the only direction he could. "I'll try to manage," he said as he continued to stare at Kara's bare legs.

"Turn right at the third traffic light, then second house on the right." Kara looked between Paul's legs and tried to imagine what it would be like to pull his shorts off.

Paul watched the road out of the corner of his eye while he studied the near naked creature beside him. He said, "Maybe we could go out for dinner some time."

"I'd like that," Kara said. "I just didn't know I'd have to get naked before you asked." Then she sarcastically added, "I hope you don't mind but I usually wear clothes for dinner."

"Umhh... Well, I must admit I really like the towel, but I have wanted to ask you out ever since you joined the club."

"Then how come I had to lose my clothes before you asked?" Kara inquired somewhat indignantly.

"Well, I hope this doesn't make you mad, but I looked at your application and I saw you were an attorney. I figured you wouldn't want to go out with an aerobics instructor." He turned the corner at Kara's street and pulled into her driveway.

"And I thought you weren't interested in me." Kara saw that her car was in the street. "Pull into the garage so I don't have to explain to the neighbors why I came home in a towel." She began hatching a plan to find out just how interested Paul really was.

Paul drove the car into the garage and turned off the motor. "Let me open the door for you. I'll turn my head while you're getting out." Paul walked around the car and opened the passenger door. Then turned his back. He had turned off the car and offered to open her door in hopes that she would invite him in. 

Kara tried to get out but her towel was caught in the seat. She undid the pin and opened the towel. She let it go and stepped out of the car. She stood behind Paul, completely naked. She looked at Paul's firm buns and imagined what it would be like to drop those shorts to his ankles. She considered leaving the towel in the car and telling Paul to turn around.

But she didn't have the nerve for that. Kara reached in the car and freed the towel. She wrapped it around herself and pinned it as it had been before. She tapped Paul on the shoulder. "You can turn around now." She continued, "Will you come in? I want to fix you a drink, sort of a thank you for being so kind." She hoped he would accept.

"I don't drink on weekdays, but I am through for the day and could go for a soda." Paul hoped she was thinking of more than a drink.

"I think I might be able to find one for you." Kara reached over the door for the spare key. As she did so the towel rode up and Paul got a glimpse of her lower butt cheeks. Although she hadn't intended to expose herself like that, as soon as she reached up she knew what the result was going to be. "Oops," she said as the towel dropped back into place. She unlocked the door and stepped in with Paul close behind. 

Kara went across the kitchen to the refrigerator, opened it and bent over to see what she had, intentionally exposing her upper thighs but hopefully nothing more. While she was bent over she stole a glance at Paul across the room. As she had expected, he was enjoying the view, but from the look on his face she was pretty sure he wasn't seeing anything more than bare thigh. It made her wet though to realize how close she was to total exposure. She remained bent over and said, "I've got Coke, Sprite and Ginger Ale. What's your preference?"




The Workout



"I'll take the Ginger Ale," he stammered. He really hadn't seen anything other than her thighs but it had been so close that his cock hardened in his shorts.

Kara got the Ginger Ale for Paul and a Coke for herself. She stood up and closed the door. "The opener is in the drawer on the right of the sink. How about you opening these while I put some clothes on." Kara hoped Paul would talk her into sticking with the towel.

"You do what you want but you don't have to get dressed for me." Paul liked watching her parade around in nothing but a towel and he hoped it wasn't about to end.

"Well, if you're sure you don't mind. I just thought that with you dressed the way you are, it might be better if I put some clothes on." Kara hoped their lack of clothes excited him as much as it did her.

Paul continued with his self serving line of reasoning. "That's why you should stay the way you are. If you get dressed, I'll be embarrassed to be wearing so little." 

This was going better than Kara expected. "Well, I certainly don't want you to be embarrassed after you've been so kind. I'll stay with the towel if you promise not to think badly of me."

"Oh no, I completely understand." And he did understand. He understood that Kara liked being watched as much as he liked watching.

Kara knew Paul was lying, but so was she. They both liked the situation, they just weren't ready to admit it. 

Kara carried the drinks over to the counter and opened the drawer to get the opener. As she began opening the drinks, Paul came up behind her and put his hands on her bare shoulders. She was glad she hadn't had to make the first move. She didn't want to appear too easy.

"Let me help you," he said as his hands came around her. As he reached for the drinks and the opener, Kara felt his body press into her backside. She could feel the bulge in his pants and liked how he was reacting to her. She just didn't dare let him know that. 

Kara ducked under his arms and stepped away. She said, "Maybe I better put some clothes on." She didn't really want to but she needed to slow him down a little. "You can look, but don't touch, okay?"

Paul nodded his ascent sheepishly and finished opening the drinks. He carried them to the kitchen table and put them down, one on each side of the table, then sat down on the far side with his legs under the table. 

Kara followed Paul to the table but instead of sitting down where he had put her drink, she picked it up and pulled out the chair at the end of the table. She turned it to face Paul and sat down with one leg under her. The hem of the towel was now even higher than it had been in the car. Kara knew that if Paul slid down a little he'd be able to see her pussy, but she was confident he wouldn't do anything that obvious.

They sat like that silently for several minutes, sipping their sodas. They looked at each other but there wasn't much eye contact. Mostly they were each looking at all the bare skin. Kara was beginning to be sorry that she had played coy earlier. She waited for Paul to look away, then jumped to her feet. She said, "I'm going to get us some ice. These drinks aren't cold enough." Paul nodded his agreement as she turned for the refrigerator.

She took out an ice tray and carried it to the counter. She raised up on her tip toes and took a couple of glasses from the cupboard, providing Paul with a nice view of the backs of her thighs. As she took the ice pick out of the drawer she looked around to make sure he had been watching. The smile on his lips left little doubt. "I need some help," she said.

Paul came over and stood by her side a short but safe distance away. He believed that Kara meant what she said about looking and not touching. There was no doubt she liked being nearly naked. She might even take the towel off if he behaved himself. He wasn't about to give her any reason to put her clothes on. "What can I do to help," he said.

Kara held a glass in each hand. "Hold these glasses," she said while I break the ice and put it into them. Paul reached across in front of her to take the glass from her left hand, but she stopped him. Scolding him she said, "No, no, the glasses need to stay where they are. Get behind me if you're going to help."

Paul was confused. He got behind Kara as she wanted but was afraid to reach around her for the glasses. For comfort sake he was thankful he had removed his jock strap, but if he got as close to Kara's backside as she seemed to want, he was going to be poking her right in the middle of her ass. The last time he had done that she had almost gotten dressed.

Kara solved the problem for him. She reached back, took his hands and pulled him into her backside. She wiggled her buttocks a bit to show him that his cock didn't bother her. She put his hands suggestively on her stomach, just below her breasts, raised her arms over her head, behind and around his neck. She turned her head sharply to the right and pulled his mouth down to meet hers.

As their lips met, their mouths opened and their tongues intertwined. As they kissed, Paul's hands moved slowly upward. He didn't attempt to remove her towel or to get his hands inside of it. He gave her plenty of time to object or stop him, but it was obvious that she wanted it too.

Paul's hands continued to inch upward until he was lightly rubbing the towel on the underside of Kara's breasts. Kara continued kissing him but took her arms from around his neck. Paul was afraid she had reached her limit and was going to put a stop to things but instead she undid the pin from the top of the towel. As she did so she tucked the towel into itself so it remained in place. She put the pin on the counter and again wrapped her arms around Paul's neck.

Kara liked what Paul was doing and wanted him to continue. She wasn't going to remove the towel herself, but she did make it easy for him to do so and hoped it would be soon. Paul moved slowly however, still afraid she might change her mind. His fingertips grazed Kara's nipples through the towel. They were already hard but the light touch from Paul's fingertips caused them to grow and harden even more. 

Paul cautiously cupped Kara's breasts with his hands. As he did so the tuck in the towel began to loosen. Kara expanded her chest to help it along. She wanted to feel Paul's hands on her bare flesh. 

The towel tried to fall away but the pressure of Paul's hands kept the towel between him and her breasts. He was sure that she wanted to be naked. He moved his hands slightly and let the towel fall away. As his hands came in contact with her bare nipples she gasped and pressed her lips tightly against his.

Body contact was still holding the towel between them but Kara took her arms from around Paul's neck and leaned forward until the towel fell to the floor. Her right arm snaked back around his neck but her left slipped between them. She caressed Paul's erection through his shorts. This was beyond anything Paul could have imagined. His arms were around the sexiest girl in the club and she was totally naked. And if that wasn't enough, she was rubbing the front of his shorts.

Kara could tell that Paul was wearing no underwear, not even a jock strap. She didn't know when he had taken it off, but she was glad he had. She slipped her hand inside his shorts and wrapped her fingers around his cock. This wasn't the way she had dreamed of things between her and Paul. It was far better!

Kara was naked. She wanted Paul to be the same way. Without breaking their kiss she turned and hooked her fingers into the waistband of Paul's shorts. She dropped to her knees and pulled his shorts down to his ankles at the same time. He pulled his shirt over his head. He too was now naked.

Kara's face was just inches from Paul's throbbing member. As she had imagined, he had a package to die for but it was not what she had envisioned. It was a bit shorter but much bigger around than she had guessed. Kara had loved sucking cock ever since the time, just after graduation, with her next door neighbor, but Paul was so big she was afraid she might not be able to get him into her mouth. She was definitely going to try though.

Kara turned Paul around so his backside was against the counter. She wrapped first one hand, then the other, around his cock. One hand alone could not encircle the shaft. Moisture had been seeping from the head, probably for some time now considering how long they had been teasing each other. She bathed her fingers in the clear liquid and used both hands to spread it gently over the length of Paul's cock. She took his cock in both hands and and brought it to her lips. Her tongue slid lightly around the head, lapping up the pre-cum as it dribbled out.

Paul put his head back and closed his eyes. And to think, he had been afraid to ask her out. He could have been enjoying this for several weeks now. On the other hand there was something very erotic about being with a girl wearing only a towel, especially when you barely know her. He felt Kara's tongue on the head of his dick and wanted to grab the back of her head and pull it toward him, but he he knew it would be better if he let Kara do it herself. He gripped the edge of the counter instead. 

Kara opened her mouth as wide as she could and slid it over Paul's cock. It was a tight fit and she could only take a couple of inches of the length into her mouth. As she sucked vigorously on what she could get into her mouth, she kept her hands wrapped around the rest of it. Paul began to breath heavily. Then he became quietly vocal, "Oh god, oh god, oh my god, jesus that's good, whatever you do don't stop." Then he grabbed Kara's head and tried to tear it away from his cock. He was loud now, "I'm going to cum, I'm going to cum."

Kara pushed his hand away and as the cum shot from the head of his cock she swallowed greedily. "Holy shit," he said, "you are unbelievable!" 

Kara slurped up all of the liquid, then lovingly licked Paul's cock and balls until no trace remained of the excitement he had experienced. Paul ran his fingers through her hair and pulled her upward.

Kara had swallowed every drop of Paul's ejaculation so that when he kissed her, he experienced only a slightly salty taste. His lips and tongue grazed her neck, then traveled downward between her breasts. She turned slightly, presenting one of her delectable breasts to his mouth. Paul nibbled and gently bit an elongated nipple between his teeth. Kara moaned with pleasure.

Paul turned his attention to her other breast and treated it similarly. Kara continued her nearly silent whimpers of pleasure. Paul picked Kara up and sat her on the edge of the counter. He gave each breast a quick kiss and then trekked downward, across her stomach. 

Paul lifted Kara's legs, putting them over his shoulders, his head between her legs. He wanted to lick his way up the insides of her thighs but was too far gone for such niceties. He pressed his face to her pussy and licked up the juices. He ran his tongue up and down her lips, savoring the musky taste and aroma of her sex. Kara moaned in delight.

Paul's tongue slipped between her lips and pushed into her pussy. Kara's legs clamped around his neck and pulled him into her. Paul's eyes roamed over her body, his tongue lapped at the insides of her pussy while the tip of his nose tickled her clitoris. He inhaled, intoxicated by the sweet aroma and questioned whether it was all real.

Kara cried out. Her hips shook and she clamped her legs around Paul's neck. He thought he was going to be smothered. Kara mumbled non-nonsensically and impaled herself on his tongue. He gripped her cheeks firmly and drank her nectar as if he were dying of thirst.

Kara reveled in her orgasm as Paul licked the insides of her thighs and drank of the juices flowing out of her. She yearned for more but needed to allow her normal sensations to return. Kara inhaled and exhaled deeply as waves of ecstasy coursed through her body. She wanted more of Paul's touch, but right now she needed the gentleness he was offering.

After a minute or two, Kara slipped her legs off Paul's shoulders and pulled his face to hers. She kissed him repeatedly, savoring the taste of herself on his lips. 

"I don't really want to stop... and I hope you don't either," Kara said between kisses, "But if we continue... I'm going to want you to spend the night... and that is not a good idea... at least not tonight." 

Paul wasn't sure what Kara was getting at. His cock began softening. "We both have to work tomorrow," she continued. "If you're off on Sunday, we can continue Saturday night." she said as she caressed his manhood with her hands. "That way we can stay in bed as long as we want."

Paul wanted to continue as well, but understood it could be even better on Saturday night. "Yeah, well... I don't work on Sunday either... that would be nice... and I did want to take you to dinner, anyway." he replied.

"How about I fix something for us here. That way we don't have to go out."

"I, uh... work on Saturday. I don't get off until six-thirty or seven, then I'll have to go home and change..."

"No... come right from work. You don't need to change clothes." Kara thought about Paul showing up in his work shorts. "Uh... at that time I should be finishing my shower and might have to answer the door in a towel, though." With a grin on her face she asked, "You wouldn't mind would you?"

Paul shook his head. As Kara turned loose of his cock, he stooped and pulled his shorts on. He picked up his shirt from the counter and pulling it over his head, turned to leave. "You know..." he said, "I don't really want to leave, but Saturday night does sound good... especially the part about the towel... promise?"

"Promise," Kara said as Paul went out the door.

When Paul was gone, Kara jumped down from the counter, picked up her towel and went to the phone. She called Suzy's number. Suzy was watching TV at the time. She got up from her chair and looked at the Caller ID. She saw it was Kara. Suzy had left Kara stranded at the club with no clothes and although she meant it as a prank, she knew she shouldn't have done it. She expected that Kara had just gotten home and was calling to chew her out. Suzy let the phone ring until the answering machine picked it up.

"Hi, this is Suzy," said the machine, "I'm having too much fun right now to take your call, or at least I hope that's why I can't answer. If I gave you my card, and you're calling for a date, the answer is yes. Just leave your name and the time you'll be here. Now wait for the beep."

Kara was pretty sure that Suzy was home but was too embarrassed to take her call. She waited for the beep then said, "Suzy, I can't thank you enough. I just had the best night I've ever had and it would never have happened if you hadn't been so thoughtful. I'll call you tomorrow and tell you all about it." Grinning like a Cheshire cat, she put down the phone and waited for Suzy to call back.

Suzy had heard Kara's message, but for the life of her she couldn't imagine what had happened. Dying to know, she quickly dialed Kara's number, expecting to be rewarded with all the delicious details. Kara, sitting by the phone, glanced at the Caller ID when the phone rang. Not surprisingly, it was Suzy returning her call. She doubted if she would ever tell Suzy what had really happened. She turned off the answering machine and let the phone continue to ring.



The Workout



The night started out like many others. My wife was relaxing on the couch watching her favorite T.V. shows and I was lounging after a stressful days work flipping through the pages of one of the various outdoor magazines I receive. When one of those annoying singing competition shows came on, I couldn't take it anymore. I headed to the basement for a workout.

Twenty minutes into the workout, I heard some movement coming from upstairs. I could hear my wife walking from room to room and I could hear the dresser drawers opening and closing in the bedroom. I assumed she was getting ready for bed. I wasn't prepared for what was about to happen.

I heard the basement door open. "Are you ready for bed?" I asked. There was no response as I heard her start down the steps. I looked up from the weight bench to see my wife coming at me wearing nothing but a pair of black silky stockings and a pair of high heels. My cock immediately sprang to attention. "What are you doing?" I asked. Still, no response. She walked over to me and slowly pulled down my shorts releasing my hard cock. Without saying a word, she took my cock into her mouth and began sucking ever so gently. She loved to tease me. Every so gently, ever so slowly, she kissed and licked my entire length, pausing at the tip for a moment to swirl her tongue around it before taking the entire length in her mouth again. The teasing went on for only a short while before I couldn't take it anymore.

"Shit, I'm going to cum!" I warned her, as I knew she wasn't particularly fond of the taste of semen.

A hungry moan was her only response. It was enough to send me over the edge. I unleashed jet after jet of hot sticky cum directly into her mouth as she continued to suck it. She somehow managed to swallow the entire enormous load. As her mouth popped off my cock, one last tiny drop escaped the tip. She hungrily licked it off as my spent cock began to soften.

"Damn baby, that was fantastic! What got into you?"

She just smiled and made her way up to me on the bench. Staring into my eyes with a devilish grin, she grabbed me and thrust her tongue in my mouth kissing me more passionately than ever before. I could taste a salty bitterness like nothing I had ever tasted. As she continued to thrust her tongue in my mouth, I realized what she had done. She had swallowed that entire load...except for the last drop. The realization of what just happened had my cock hardening again.

"Baby, let me taste that sweet pussy." Again, without saying a word, she pushed me back on the bench and straddled over me in a 69 position. Her pussy was literally dripping with her juices. As hungrily as she had just devoured my cock, I devoured the sweetest pussy known to man. Within minutes she was cumming. More of that sweet nectar flowed from her pussy into my waiting mouth. I couldn't wait for more. I continued to lick and suck on her little clit. Again, within minutes, I got the reward I was looking for. Her body began to shake and she cried out as she started to cum. Another river of that sweet nectar flowed into my awaiting mouth. The second helping was getting me to the brink of another release. I could feel my balls begin to tighten. 

"Fuck! Baby, I'm going to..." Before I could even finish, she stopped what she was doing. My cock ached for another release, but she had other ideas. Sitting up straight, she started to grind her pussy on my mouth. I held my tongue flat, covering her pussy, as she moved back and forth bringing herself to another orgasm.

She rested on top of me for a few moments. As I continued to indulge in my treat, she lazily caressed my tightening balls. Sensing I was again close to cumming she stopped. She needed to be filled. She needed my cock in her tight pussy. She stood up, and again flashing me a devilish smile straddled my cock positioning it at the entrance of her tight hole. In one quick movement, she had me buried as deep as I could go. Her pussy squeezed my cock as a jet of cum escaped. Feeling it coat the inside of her pussy, she instinctively knew not to move. We stayed that way for what felt like an eternity. I was trying everything I could think of to not blow my load yet.

When the moment passed, I grabbed her hips. She took that as her queue to start slowly working her pussy up and down my cock. She worked into a slow, steady rhythm, stopping occasionally with my cock buried as deep as it could go to grind her clit against me. She seemed to know exactly when I was at the point of no return stopping just as a drop of cum would jet out. Finally, sensing I couldn't take any more, she picked up the pace, slamming her pussy down on my cock. I tried desperately to hold back, but the sights, the sounds, the sensations were just too much. Jet after jet after jet of cum shot from my cock and filled her waiting pussy. When it finally stopped, she reached back and caressed my balls coaxing one more jet out for her hungry pussy. As she slowly stood up releasing my semi-erect cock from her hold, I could feel my cum escaping her pussy and running down my cock. I lay there on the bench, entirely spent, thinking we were done. Much to my surprise, we weren't. She took my now soft cock in her hands and proceeded to lick it clean making sure not to miss one drop of cum. Then again, without warning, she kissed me, thrusting her tongue in my mouth. I could taste the salty sweetness of our cum mixed together.

"Damn, we taste good," I said with a chuckle. She smiled, kissed me again and whispered in my ear, "Here, have some more." And with that, she was again straddled over me, her well fucked pussy hovering over my mouth. She reached down and spread her pussy lips apart. As she did, a river of cum poured out of her pussy into my waiting mouth. I continued to clean her pussy as she went back to teasing my now overly sensitive cock. I brought her to two more orgasms; each time getting a little more of our mixed treat.

With her pussy finally cleaned, she stood up and grabbed me by the hand. She led me back upstairs to the bedroom. She pushed me back on the bed and again straddled over my semi-hard cock. 

"I don't think I have another round left in me," I said. 

"One more," she replied. "Suck on my titties first."

She leaned forward and I took a hardening nipple in my mouth, gently licking and sucking it. "Mmmm," she moaned as I alternated between breasts. "That feels good."

As I worked on her titties, she caressed my cock back into a fuckable state. Knowing that it wouldn't last long, she quickly pulled herself away and got on all fours. "Fuck me from behind."

I got behind her and positioned the head of my cock at the entrance of her pussy. As soon as the tip hit, she thrust back.

"Fuck it hard and fast," she said as she looked over her shoulder. "Fill me up again."

I started out slow, but she wanted none of it. She took over and began slamming her pussy against me as hard and fast as she could. Knowing it could take a while having just cum twice and knowing exactly how to send me over the edge quickly, she worked her magic for that third load of the night. She sat back forcing me to sit back as well. Her silky, stocking covered feet made contact with my balls. They immediately tightened. She knew I was getting close. She continued to fuck me that way, each thrust causing her stocking covered feet to caress my balls. Within seconds, I was cumming.

When the spams subsided, we both collapsed on the bed. As we lay there, both totally drained, I couldn't help but as again, "What got in to you?"

"I needed a workout too!"



The Workout



(This is the conclusion to Personal Trainer)

I had encouraged my wife, Rachel, to experiment with other men. She resisted the idea, but then I found out from her personal trainer, Mike, that she was fucking him behind my back. When I got a text saying she was comforting a coworker, Petra. Mike had told me they planned to have a threesome, so I knew she was fucking both of them. 

I was angry, and after jerking off a few times, I decided I had to do something about it. I tracked her phone using the "find my phone feature," and drove to Petra's apartment. She lived in a pretty big complex downtown, so I waited outside for someone to let me into the lobby.

While I was waiting for someone to help me sneak in, I checked my iPhone. The internet was really slow, and I realized it was trying to download some huge files. Rachel must have forgotten that she was sharing her photostream with me. There were about 100 new photos, and more were downloading. The first set was about 3 dozen photos of Mike and my wife's receptionist, Petra, making out. Then there was a series of Mike fucking Petra with Rachel coaching them on, and taking detailed shots of their coupling.

After the cumshot from that series, there were a ton of shaky shots of my shy, prudish little wife making out with her hot receptionist, Petra. Rachel had never hinted about being bi, but she seemed to be doing pretty good for her first outing. She licked Petra clean of Mike's cum, and then they fingered each other, apparently to orgasm. 

Mike must have gotten hard again and given the camera to Petra. I saw my wife getting her pussy pounded by her 6'5" personal trainer. The last half dozen were taken from in front, so I could see my wife's pretty little mouth pressed against Petra's tight young pussy.

There were a few shots of Mike and my wife in the shower. She still seemed fascinated by his cock and his sculpted muscles. She couldn't keep her hands him. There were a dozen or so shots of Mike posing nude. First he was wet, then Petra was drying him off. His cock was flaccid at first, but then there was helpful Petra blowing him to get him hard. The rest were clinical close-ups of Mike's wet, hard cock. A few had a ruler for scale. (He's 9 and 1/4 inches long, in case you were wondering.)

I looked down at my own cock. It was rigid hard and my pants were wet with precum. I was lucky there wasn't anyone around, because I would have been arrested for public indecency. My phone kept downloading photos in batches. The next set was a few photos of the three of them eating pizza naked. I wondered who the hell took those until the last few uploaded. My wife was blowing some guy in a pizza delivery jacket, while Petra took turns photographing them and selfies of her sucking Mike off at the same time. Judging from the cum drenched smile on my wife's face, and the shots of Petra feigning defeat, they were having a contest and my shy little wife won.

The photostream had stopped updating, just as I heard someone coming through the lobby. A smiling, young pizza boy was happy to hold the door open for me.

* * * * *

I found Petra's apartment and got ready to ring the doorbell. I wondered what I would say, and how. I thought about it for a minute and the door suddenly opened. Mike was in a robe and throwing out the pizza boxes.

"Dude? What the fuck?!? Are you stalking me?"

I had not thought this part through all that clearly. I forgot that Mike knew me, but didn't know that I was Rachel's husband. I explained what had happened. At first he was worried I might be there to kick his ass (not likely, since he could bench press me) or shoot him. I told him I was pissed at my wife and wanted to confront her.

"I've got a better idea," he said. He told me that my wife, Rachel, had been talking up Petra for a few days. He said she seemed a bit hesitant, because she didn't want Mike running off with Petra and leaving her empty handed (or empty-twatted, for that matter). He said we could play off of her jealousy and teach her a little lesson about honesty.

We quickly worked out a plan while Petra and Rachel were making out in the bedroom. Just as we were finishing, Rachel called from the back room, "Miiiike, where are you? Petra and I are horny and need your big cock."

Mike smiled a bit awkwardly, as if to say, "sorry dude, your wife really likes my cock." He went off to lay the ground work.

In the bedroom, he told Petra and Rachel that he had a surprise for them both, but they had to be good little girls. He tied my wife's hands to the headboard and her legs to the foot of the bed. Then he blindfolded Rachel and Petra separately. He had Petra put her face between my wife's outspread legs, and then silently waived me into the room.

There was something unbearably erotic about being in the room, with my wife spread eagle, her hot receptionist positioned between her naked legs, and my wife's well hung personal trainer standing over the two of them, naked.

Petra couldn't resist, and kept licking at my wife's pussy. To tease them both, every time Petra did, Mike would smack her ass as punishment for starting without being told. When she wouldn't stop, he improvised and said, "Petra, for every lick you give Rachel, she has to spend another minute without her surprise."

Petra frowned playfully, then grinned deviously and started furiously eating out my wife. My wife squealed in delight and protest. Mike kept slapping Petra ass, which made her squeal. My cock was aching for release, and the squealing and spanking was not helping.

I quietly dropped my pants and removed my shirt. Now all four of us were naked. I looked over to see Mike sporting a hardon as well. 

When the girls quieted down a bit, Mike told them that his surprise was another cock. They both cooed excitedly. Mike said that a friend of his from the gym had shown up and wanted a piece of them both. Petra moaned seductively and wiggled her tight little ass in front of me. 

I watched my wife carefully for any signs of reluctance. If she was hesitant at all, she wasn't showing it. Mike noticed my studying her and must have read my thoughts. "Rachel, are you okay taking on another big stud?"

"Mmm hmm," she answered excitedly. "I can't wait to get both of you in me at the same time!" My stomach sank a little, but I knew she was going to get her comeuppance soon.

Mike pointed towards Petra's waiting pussy and indicated we should start with our plan. I walked up behind the young receptionist and grabbed her hips. She fluttered with excitement, and I glanced at my wife who was still waiting expectantly. Petra was slowing in her strokes, as she waited to see what I would do.

I teasingly brought my mouth towards Petra's pussy lips, stopping short so she could feel the warmth of my breath without my touching her. I rubbed my hands over her hips and thighs, enjoying the sensation of her young smooth body. She began to respond to my touch, moving her pussy towards me, trying to get me to touch her aching sex. She was focused on the sensations I was giving her, and had all but stopped licking and fingering my wife.

Petra moaned and protested as I touched every inch of her tight young body, except her dripping wet pussy and her rock hard nipples. I caressed the small of her back with one hand and pulled her hair gently but firmly with the other, pulling her further from my wife's neglected pussy. Mike then moved in, stroking her face and caressing her upper body, while I moved back to her beautiful young ass, legs and feet. We tormented her for what seemed like hours as she begged for us to touch her breasts or her clit. All the while, my wife moaned and twitched, trying to glean what was going on, as she lay untouched by either of the three of us.

Finally, I nodded to Mike, and he withdrew his hands from Petra. I pulled my mouth and tongue away from her body, leaving just one finger tantalizing close to her skin, tickling and teasing her. When everything had been taken away from her but that one finger, we hesitated for a moment. She quivered slightly, unsure of what would happen. I watch Rachel bite her lip in anticipation, begging for any hint of a touch.

Keeping a few fingers dancing, but not touching, around her hips and the small of her back, I lined myself up. I quickly moved by hands so that both of them danced, hovering over her hips as my cockhead approached her dripping pussy. I hesitated for a beat, and then roughly grabbed her hips as I pressed my cock onto her pussy.

"Oh GOD!" She exclaimed as my cock slipped under her wetness, grazing her clit. My hips met her tight young buttocks, and she eagerly pushed against me, desperate for penetration. "Please, please, just fuck me...please." Petra was slamming herself against me and wiggling her ass, trying to line up with my cock.

I watched as my wife twisted and turned her head, struggling against the restraints. She was desperate to find some hint of what was going on, but other than Petra, no one was talking. I pulled Petra back toward the foot of the bed and stood behind her, lining up again. My wife was now twisting and turning, completely abandoned and tied to the bed.

I again grabbed Petra's hips forcefully and pressed my cockhead firmly against the opening of her vagina. She let out a long, desperate moan as I teased her for a moment longer, finally, I eased my cock into Petra and slowly pushed myself deep into her. When my hips were pressed into her tight flesh, I held it there for a moment as we both enjoyed each other's intimate sensations. "Oh god, that feels so good, mmm."

I pulled my cock out slowly, feeling her walls press around me, adjusting to my girth. I left just the tip of my cockhead inside of her as she again cooed at my teasing. I repeated my long, slow thrust into her hot, young pussy and withdrew equally as slow, over and over again. Petra's words has devolved into exasperated grunts and hums as my teasing had the desired effect.

My wife was beside herself. She pleaded with Mike to fuck her as Petra approached her orgasm. "Sorry Rachel, you're being punished for letting Petra lick you, remember?" Mike then climbed onto the bed between Rachel and Petra, careful not to touch my wife in a meaningful way. 

My wife continued to complain and beg. "Please! I want to take both of you inside me. Don't let Petra do that—not yet." Watching my wife be teased and tortured helped me avoid shooting my load into Petra too soon. It also didn't hurt that I had spent so much precum watching their escaped on my iPhone earlier.

I continued my slow thrusts in and out of Petra, gradually increasing my speed. I would stop periodically with my cock buried deep inside of this young nymph, holding her thin waist tightly against my hips. This was party to tease Petra, but mostly to settle myself down and not cum too soon. 

Mike slowly jerked his cock rigid in front of Petra. She was blindfolded, but had a sense of what was about to happen. She licked her lips and searched in vain for a cock she knew was out there. Mike slipped his thumb into her pretty lips and she sucked it eagerly as I quickened my pace. The sounds of her licking his thumb convinced my wife that Petra was getting the double team treatment ahead of her and it drove her wild.

"Noo! Please, I'll do anything, please, I need your cock, anyone...please!"

Mike knew I couldn't talk, so he spoke for me. "Just for that, Petra gets the second session, too."

"Please, no—"

Rachel's words were lost as Petra began begging for her own orgasm, "Please, yes fuck me. Harder, please, let me cum, please." She was pushing herself violently into my cock, arching her back and bucking.

"Naughty girl," said Mike teasing her. He then grabbed both sides of her pretty face and pressed her willing mouth onto her monster cock.

Her muffled scream sent me into overdrive. I pumped my hips furiously into her wet pussy as her head bobbed up and down over Mike's tool. The sensation was too much for her to bear, and she quickly came. As her body tensed and relaxed, I kept driving deeply into her until my sperm shot out of my aching cock and filled her now spasming cunt.

Mike, of course, was still hard, but Petra's orgasm had left her only able to gently kiss his shaft as she tried to recover. Mike and I lifted her up and laid her on the floor. Mike took position behind her, and propped her up on her knees. My wife, still tied down, continued to protest from the bed. "What's going on?!? What are you doing—come on, please," she begged in vain.

My cum was beginning to drip out of Petra, and she was moaning her way towards a recovery when Mike grabbed her hips impaled her on his cock.

"Oh GOD!" she cried out. I sat down in front of her and began stroking my cock back to hardness. 

Her blindfold was starting to slip, so I reached out and rearranged it. As I did, I whispered in her ear "not yet, Petra." I kissed her cheek, but she turned quickly and grabbed my face for a french kiss. Her tongue searched mine, as I held her cheeks. I suddenly realized this was the first woman I had kissed this passionately since I met my wife. I enjoyed the softness of her lips and the feeling of her body sway with Mike's thrusting.

I was hard again, so I broke off the kiss and positioned my cock in front of the pretty young Petra. She eagerly engulfed my length and began to move her mouth over my cock in a rhythm with Mike's thrusting. She found my balls with her elegant French manicured fingers and teased and pinched them.

Mike was thrusting away and Petra's next orgasm was building. Her moans and hums felt amazing on my cock. As Mike and I had agreed, I reached out and slowly slipped the blindfold off of Petra.

Her eyes lit up as she recognized me. "Oh my god, it's you!" I gently held Petra's head onto my cock with one hand while I pressed my other hand's finger to my lips.

My wife, desperate for any morsel of information, began to beg Petra for more. "Who? Who is it? Petra? Mike? Please!"

A devious smile crept across Petra's face as she continued to service my cock. Her surprise had slowed her orgasm, but it hadn't slowed Mike. He was on the edge and kept going, burying himself into Petra as he came. She moaned on my tool and winced and then smiled as he filled her. After he pulled out, she continued her expert oral treatment.

Realizing our plan, she began to egg us on. "Oh wow, this is such a wonderful surprise," she said between mouthfuls. "I've always had a little crush on you," she added, looking at my blindfolded wife with a devious grin. "I'm so glad it's you. I've wanted to do this for so long."

Petra's one hand slipped between her legs and began rubbing her clit. "I can't believe you were inside me before, oh god, it gets me so hot thinking of that again. And your cock—it's a lot bigger than I expected!"

That last taunt sent my wife into hysterics, thrashing about impotently on the bed.

"Please, can you fuck me again?" Petra was asking for effect, but she also nodded at me questioningly. Who was I to say no, so I merely nodded back. Petra then stood up and walked over to the bed, laying on her back with her head on my wife's bare breasts. "I want you to fuck me here, while I tell her what she's missing." My wife only whimpered.

Petra raised and spread her legs, still fingering her clit. "Come here and fuck me again, baby." I slipped into her easily this time. She wrapped her arms around me and kissed me deeply, passionately as we rocked the bed and my wife's trapped body. I let my hands roam down to her young, tight buttocks and pulled her onto my cock. Her hands left my back and began teasing my wife's face and shoulders. My wife reached out with her lips and tongue in vain. 

I felt the ecstasy of Petra's pert breasts pressing into my bare chest as her tight young pussy, still wet and filled with Mike's cum eagerly accepted my cock again. We embraced over my wife, enjoying the sinful torture we made her endure. Petra kissed me again and then gently pressed against me.

I lifted her slender frame off my wife and felt the torture of my cock momentarily slipping out of her. She straddled my wife, facing her and presented her pussy to me again from behind. "Maybe you want a little taste of my new lover," she teased my wife. 

"Yes, yes please."

As I entered Petra again from behind, she gently, almost lovingly, pulled my wife's face toward her and kissed her as deeply as she had me. My lips, my cock and even Mike's cock mingled between them as my wife probed Petra's mouth with her tongue, desperate for any erotic contact. Petra held Rachel's face in a kiss as quickened my pace. The gleeful enthusiasm with which Petra tormented her boss, my wife, pushed me quickly to orgasm. Once more I filled Petra with my seed.

Petra broke off her passionate French kiss with Rachel, and leaned forward as I pulled out. She kissed me passionately again and whispered in my ear, "You're a lot better lover than I thought, mister. We'll have to do this again. Soon."

Petra winked at me and gave me another peck on the lips for good measure. She then swung her legs around onto the bed. She leaned in close to Rachel and grabbed a handful of her hair, firmly pulling her head back. Petra leaned in aggressively and said "let's see if you like the taste of my new lover's cum."

"Yes, yes, please," my wife begged. Petra stood over her, holder Rachel's face in her hands and guiding it to her pussy, which was just now dripping with my cum. Petra ground her pussy into her boss's mouth, forcing her juices and my cum into her mouth. Rachel eagerly licked, slurped and inhaled everything Petra gave her. Petra watched me, smiling, as she rubbed her pussy in my wife's face.

Petra began to cum, furiously grinding against my wife, who was gasping for air, but still gleefully servicing her receptionist. My cock was starting to get hard again, and Mike was already ahead of me. He stepped behind Petra and rubbed her nipples and smacked her ass, driving her further towards another orgasm. When she came, squirting into Rachel's cum drenched and gasping mouth, Mike quickly slipped in front of her, with his hard cock pointed directly at the still blindfolded Rachel.

I heard Rachel moan and try to speak as Mike forced himself into her mouth. I could tell she was wondering if this was the cock of the mystery man or Mikes. She must have worked that out as her familiarity with Mike's cock, and what he liked being done to it, became evident. 

I helped a still woozy and glowing Petra down from the bed. She collapsed into my arms and smiled at me. We kissed, and her slender fingers again found my cock, stroking it to fully hard.

I watched as Mike again emptied his cum into my slutwife's willing mouth. She swallowed most of it, but sperm and saliva still dripped down her chin and onto her naked tits. "You're a greedy little whore, aren't you," Mike said as my wife nodded lustily.

"Please," she begged again. She was desparate to have another cock, the stranger's cock that she still did not realize was her husband's. Petra put my cock in her mouth again, making sure I was as hard as possible. Mike unstraddled my wife and I took her place in front of my tied and blindfolded wife.

I grazed her cheek with my cock, teasing her with it. I smacked it against her lips and tongue, then drew it back. She reached out with her lips and tongue, trying to connect. I grabbed the back of her head firmly and pressed my cock deeply into her mouth.

Rachel moaned in surprise and pleasure. She began doing to my cock what she had learned by doing to Mike's over the past month. I abused her with my tool, testing her gag reflexes, making her lick my balls and under my shaft. I pumped my cock down into her throat, honestly impressed with her deepthroating skills. 




The Workout



Petra untied my wife's hands, but warned her "no peeking," and punctuated that with a quick slap across her nipples. Rachel's hands grabbed my ass and eagerly drew my cock into her throat, deeper, pressing her nose hard against my waist. She grunted and moaned, sending vibrations down my cock.

With her hands free, she began to stroke my slippery wet cock, driving her saliva and my precum down my shaft and under my scrotum. I was getting close to cumming again, when Petra whispered in Rachel's ear, "finger him, you little slut." Rachel obeyed, pressing her index finger into my anus, massaging my prostate like an expert.

Rachel had never done that before, and the sensation built up from the base of balls. I groaned and screamed aloud as a massive shot fired from my cock. Petra gleefully ripped the blindfold off in time for my spunk to spray Rachel's open, stunned face.

* * * * *

"How mad are you," my wife asked. We had just gotten out of the shower. I had explained the story about Mike and the photos. She just listened, waiting for me to grow angry, I suppose. We were now sitting in Petra's living room, naked but for our skimpy robes and towels.

"I'm pissed that you didn't tell me," I said. "I told you that I wanted you to sleep with other guys, why did you keep it a secret?" 

"I don't know," she started. He both looked toward Petra's bedroom. Mike and Petra were going at it again, even now as the dark sky turned to the lighter blue of dawn. "The first time was such a surprise," Rachel said. "I really didn't mean for anything to happen..." she trailed off. "You saw that thing," she said, referring to Mike's cock. "How can a girl resist that."

We laughed together. I hugged her and she squeezed me tightly. "I didn't want this to ruin our marriage," she added. "I was afraid you might get jealous, and I couldn't figure out how to tell you."

"But you kept doing it," I reminded her.

"I'm kind of addicted," she said with a shy smirk. "Is that okay?"

"Fine by me," I said. "But I get to join in next time."

"Deal," she said.



The Workout



I have attended my gym on a regular basis for many years. Like a lot of people, I go to keep in shape not to consider the gym as a "meat" market. That doesn't mean I don't enjoy the view of some lovely ladies and what they wear, or don't wear to the gym. I do a nice variety of weights, cardio, and group classes. Over the years my schedule has been pretty consistent and I would see many people there at the same time. I would chat with some and even pick up a name or two and others were just an acknowledging wave or nod. 

A couple of months ago I was doing my regular weight routine when I arrived at my next machine at the same time as another member. She was a regular I had seen many times. I waved her ahead of me and waited my turn. She did her first set and I remarked that she had excellent form.

"Thanks," she said, "I've seen you here often and your efforts are paying off."

"Thank you," I said with a smile, "that is very nice. I sometimes wonder why I do this but it is such a habit that I miss it when I don't work out."

"I know what you mean. I don't like the way I feel when I miss a few days. I've seen you doing some of the classes but I've never had the nerve to join. I think I would look like a klutz."

"I felt the same way so I stay in the back. It doesn't take long to get the hang of it. You should join us. I think you will enjoy it."

"My name is Jill, by the way and I'll think about it. What are you working on today?

"My name is Larry. I'm just doing free weights and a few machines like this pull down for my triceps. Without sounding too forward, do you want to work out together?"

"Thanks, yes I would enjoy it. "

We did our routines together and I enjoyed spotting Jill when she did the chest press. I did my best to be cool but she did have a very nice chest and at least when you are spotting you can stare and get away with it -- provided you don't get an erection doing it. 

As we said our good byes I reminded her that tomorrow was Yoga and that is a great class for stretching and balance.

"Ok," she said, "I'll see you tomorrow."

From that day forward, we started doing more workouts and classes together. We began to share more information about our lives and even went for coffee after some of the classes. She was a widow and had sufficient income that she worked part time for something to do. I am retired and like to travel and do whatever moves me. I really looked forward to our days at the gym and told her how I appreciated our times together. 

"I enjoy it too. I also wanted to thank you too Larry. You keep me motivated and on track. I wouldn't be doing the group classes if it wasn't for you and I must say I really enjoy them too. Some of those classes are as you say, the hour you love to hate. I have been meaning to ask you but do you work out at home or anything?"

"Sometimes when I am watching TV I do some exercises during the commercials like pushups, or crunches. The commercials are a minute each and there are so many I try to see how many commercials I can go thru. I also do some Yoga poses and some hamstring stretches."

"That is a good idea. If you like NFL Football, you could come to my house and we can watch football and workout at the same time."

I thought my cock was going to jump straight out when she said that.

"Sounds great," I exclaimed. "Do you want me to bring anything?"

"I love chips and dip. Bring what you like and I'll have some healthy food too."

Sunday came and we were ready for the kickoff at noon. I wore the same workout clothes I normally wear and Jill was similarly dressed except on closer inspection, she wasn't wearing a bra. Her skin tight pants show off her nice figure too. Sure glad I wore some underwear this time so I wouldn't have a telltale bulge.

We watched the local team play and with all the breaks we started with some pushups. I'm not sure how we got positioned but I could see down Jill's shirt and her lovely tits were on full display. We moved to some crunches and there are several variations with legs up, legs bent, or legs down. I was helping Jill with one that required your legs to be up, with the knees at ninety degrees and your feet touching. You start with your knees spread for eight reps and then together for eight. I was in front of Jill watching her form and I couldn't help but notice that her skin tight pants were see thru enough and you could tell she wasn't wearing any panties. In fact it did a nice job of displaying her lovely pussy. I was too busy staring to notice the smile on Jill's face. That lovely view did require that I reach into my shorts pocket and make an adjustment to a growing member.

We moved to some Yoga poses and when she did the "down dog" pose, her top dropped down to her neck revealing her lovely tits. 

"Oops, sorry," she said, this top is looser than I thought."

"Quite all right, I always thought Yoga should be done nude."

She looked at me and with a smile removed her top. Then she pulled my shorts down. Pretty easy to see my cock was hard and yearning to be free. She slid her hand along my shaft and then freed it from the confines of my underwear. She took my cock into her mouth and played with it with her tongue. I moaned with ecstasy. 

She stripped off her pants and said, "There isn't much scoring going on with the games, what about you and I doing our own scoring."

"I have a couple of balls that would love to split your uprights." I said with a big grin.

She giggled and pulled me down on top of her and guided my hard cock into her eager and wet cunt. She moaned with delight and I could feel her cunt grip my cock with every thrust. It was so sensual that I was close to cumming quickly. Her breath was quickening and she was on the edge of cumming. With a few more deep thrust her orgasm built to a huge crescendo. With her orgasm came mine and we held each other savoring the moment.

She smiled and said, "Now that is a most proper workout."



The Workout



I couldn't believe those guys had gotten me a gym pass for my birthday! I mean DAMN I might not have the 6 pack stomach I had a few years ago, but I'm only 44 and still look and feel pretty good. Hell, it's their fault anyhow for making me drink all the beers, well maybe not making me drink, but more than willing to pay for them! They had even setup a private instruction with a trainer and watched me make the appointment. I just knew I was going to get some no neck, no brain, former ex-jock, whose balls were probably shrunk from all the 'roids he had taken. Well needless to say, that wasn't the case or this wouldn't be a good story would it?

I reluctantly got up early Saturday morning; ok 9 am is early to me on a Saturday morning, and headed over to the gym. My appointment wasn't until 10:00, so actually decided to get there early and do a little pre-workout just to prove "Mr. Show" I knew what I was doing. 

I gave my pass to the cute little girl at the front desk and she said, "Hi there, Mr. Connors. You're appointment is with Sam at 9:30." 

Sounds like a lunkhead to me, I thought.

"Great," I said, "I'll been on the treadmill if that's okay?"

"No problem, I'll tell Sam you're there," she said, opening up the gate for me to walk into the gym area.

I slowly walked over to the line of death machines; treadmills to everyone else, and jumped on one in front of the TV. At least I could catch some Sportscenter while I was there. I got on the machine and put in a good leisurely pre-programmed pace and started the mind-numbing walking in place.

About 15 minutes in, a voice from behind said, "Looks like somebody needs help using the treadmill."

I quickly turned around, almost falling off the treadmill in the process, and was face to face with the hardest body on a female I had ever seen! She had creamy white skin, with a round rosy face, toned well defined muscles, and tits that were literally trying to bust out of the short half-shirt she had on!

I stopped the treadmill and said, "Yea I always have had a problem with chewing gum and walking in place. So what am I doing wrong?"

"Well anyone can walk in place," she said, "but if you really want to get fit, you have to be going at an active heart rate pace. Here let me show you."

She walked on the treadmill, brushing her huge breasts against my arm as she reached around to increase the speed on the treadmill. I instantly began to feel that urge in my shorts as I inhaled the mixture of her workout scent and a perfume that I've definitely got to remember. The machine started up again as she stepped off and told me to start walking. I smiled at her and stepped on the machine which was definitely a lot faster than the walking in place speed I had before.

"See that's better isn't it? Definitely should get your heart racing now," she said with a smile. 

"Well actually my heart started racing as soon as I saw you," I said with a wink.

She looked at me with a slightly raised eyebrow and I could see slight little flecks of gold in her hazel eyes.

"Is that so?" she said, "Well, we don't want you overdoing it. You could pull something if you haven't been on it before."

Whoa was that a double entendre I thought. I wonder if she knows what she's already doing to me.

5 minutes later as I started to breathe a little harder she stopped the machine and said, "That's probably enough for now. Don't want you to get to out of breath. Have you been on the weight machines yet?

"What, you think I need to lift some weights?" I said flexing a muscle, while at the same time trying to hide the slight tinge of pain in my arms.

"Come on over here Tiger and let's see how you do on the lat machine," she said taking my hand in hers and leading me over to the bench. She sat down on the bench facing the mirror and reached over her head to grab the hanging bar. Her body was even more defined than I thought as she pulls the bar down. My urges for her increased even more as I watched her muscles tightening as she fought against the weights. Her breasts seemed to increase in size as she exhaled pushing them out even further as she went on with her workout.

She did a couple of more and said, "Here you try it."

I sat down on the bench as she walked around behind me. "Here reach up and grab the bar," she said, guiding my dark brown arms with her delicate white hands. "Now pull down slowly, flexing your muscles as you pull the weight." Her hands were on my arms, lightly touching against my skin, and I could feel more than just the muscles in my arms beginning to get hard.

"I can take all you got sweetheart," I said. "What else you got for me?"

She looked at me in the mirror and said with a wicked little smile, "Well there is one more workout we can try, if you're up to it."

"Bring it on darling! I'm ready," I said getting up off the bench.

She did a quick glance around the gym and grabbed my hand and started to walk to a door at the far corner of the gym "Ok follow me."

She opened the door and motioned me through and turned on the lights. I took a look around and noticed it was the equipment room with towels, weights, and equipment lying around the room. I heard her lock the door and turned around as she started to pull the half shirt over her head, freeing her huge tits from the restrictive sports bra. 

My eyes must have looked like something from a cartoon commercial because she giggled and said, "What have you never done this exercise before either?"

After a big gulp and regaining my breath I finally answered, "Yea, but not with a body like yours!"

She smiled broadly and literally ran and jumped into my arms. Her body was taut against mine and her tits pushed hard against my chest. Our mouths instantly found each other, our lips pressing hard and deep, almost like our breaths becoming one. Our tongues playfully darted in and out as we both began sensuous moans of ecstasy.

My hands instantly found her round, tight ass, holding her weight tightly in my arms. I eventually found a seat on one of the equipment benches as she started kissing my neck while at the same time lifting my shirt over my head. She began teasing my nipples with her tongue, instantly sending shockwaves through me. Continuing down my chest, her hands found their way to the front of my shorts, gripping my hard cock.

"Here let's get these off," she said, tugging on my shorts. She used her tongue to tease around the tip of my dick, giggling as it jerked from the sensation. She then started to slowly take it into her mouth, looking at me with her bright hazel eyes to judge my reaction. Long deep strokes in her mouth, using her tongue just the way I liked it and her hands lightly caressing underneath the shaft with a slight squeeze for pressure.

"OH DAMN, THAT FEELS GOOD," is all my feeble voice would say as she expertly took my dick deep in her mouth. I, being a man, could have let her keep at it until I blew myself all over her, but I had more in mind for her.

I gently picked her up and changed places with her, lying her down on the equipment bench.

"Ok sweetie, now it's my time to get a taste of that body I've been wanting all day."

I quickly deposited the tight leotards covering her strong toned legs and started to go down on her warm pussy. She slowly began moving her body closer to me as I lightly tongued around pussy lips, moving gently up to her clit, teasing it out of its little hood. Using my fingers I spread her lips, inserting a single finger, while still playing with her hot little button with my tongue. Her back arched off the bench, moving her hips closer into my face, her legs pulling me in even closer.

Her moans were deep and soulful, but not loud, sensing that other people were just on the other side of the door. I could feel her orgasm before I actually tasted it, as her legs began to quiver as her passions stole her senses. Her juices flowed sweetly against my lips as I continued to lash her pussy more.

"Workouts not over yet," I said, as I stood up to move my dick in line with her pussy. 

"Give it to me hard, baby. Give it all to me," she said with that sensuous voice of someone ready for fucking.

I moved my dick deep into her pussy, feeling her pushing against me to take it all in. I reached down and picked her up off the bench, supporting that tight ass in my hands again. She began to rock up and down on my cock, her strong pussy muscles tightening around it. I used my hands to lift her, feeling each stroke along the full length. Her arms tight around my neck, her tits bouncing just at the right point to taste her pencil hard nipples.

I could feel the cum rising in my cock ready to shoot the load deep within her. But, she must have felt it too, as she leaned to my ear and with deep soulful whisper said, "Hold it baby, I want to taste your cum on my lips."

I lifted her off my cock and she knelt before me, taking my hard shaft into her mouth again, using her tongue and lips to get the right effect. I could fill the waves of my orgasm filling deep in the back of her mouth, feeling her drain my hard shaft of all its power.

She then stood up and pulled me into her arms holding me tight against her sweaty body mixing with my own.

"Damn Sam, that's the best private workout I've ever had!" I said.

I could feel her pushing away and said with a quizzical look on her face, "Who's Sam? My name is Teresa and I saw you trying to work out over and knew I wanted you to take me right there and then.

And as I looked at her with my mouth agape trying to come up with how was I going to explain. I heard a male voice the gym loudspeaker say, "Mr. Connors this is Sam, are you ready for your workout?"



The Workout



Just for the grin.

GA - Ranong, Thailand - 16th March 2014

SAMANTHA BONNER is at the gym. She's in the trainers' office, post-workout, kneeling on a yoga mat. Samantha is on her knees, the palms of her hands flat on the mat while she supports herself on straight arms, her hips thrust back and up, her round buttocks raised. Samantha is a very attractive blonde, she's twenty-six years old, and at the moment she's looking back over one shoulder while a muscular, toned man fucks his cock into her.

Samantha's big breasts are swinging back and forth, swaying under the loose wife-beater vest she wears to the gym. It was the sight of those large tits that spurred her personal trainer to make a move on her, Samantha's breasts and the way she gave the well-endowed black man the glad-eye was all the encouragement he needed.

The glittering engagement ring hadn't meant a thing to the trainer. He'd seen Samantha and wanted her. That she was eager to bend over and open her legs was the icing on the cake.

They had played a little flirting game at first, the man dropping innuendo while Samantha had made it blatantly obvious she didn't mind where he put his hands during the demonstration and practice moves on some of the exercises. The preliminary fencing had excited Samantha, her pussy had oiled and her nipples had tightened and grown, the twin points a clear signal to the trainer that the hot blonde was up for it.

The trainer had invited Samantha to the office under the pretext of signing a monthly contract, but both of them knew, even as Samantha followed the man, her eyes on his shorts moulded to taut buttocks, her appraisal going from his backside to the powerful arms and wide shoulders, that as soon as they were alone it would begin.

So there she is, on her knees, offering her pussy.

"Oh, God," Samantha groans. Her mouth falls open as she stares back at her lover. He's so thick, the girth stretching her while the length of him splits her open. "That's a big dick in my little pussy, she whines."

The man smirks at that. He holds Samantha's waist, his fingers almost spanning the girl's body. "It's a tight pussy, too, Miss Bonner," he says, easing his length out of that liquid embrace. He looks down at the shaft coming back out of Samantha, sees it glistening with her desire. "And wet," he adds. "You're really turned on, aren't you?"

Samantha gasps and mewls. Her head lolls forward and blonde hair sweeps across the yoga mat. "I've been thinking about fucking your big cock since we started the induction," she mumbles. "My pussy's been getting wetter and wetter." Samantha moans again and thrusts back, desperate to feel the man deep. "I'm so fucking horny," she mutters as the flesh of her hips ripples with the force of her driving back onto her lover's probing cock. Her skin slaps against the man's thighs, Samantha's grunts of pleasure synchronising with the meaty thwacks.

The trainer gasps and shifts his grip from Samantha's waist to her hips. His fingers dig into her as he pulls the blonde onto his dick.

"I'm doing a good job on you, aren't I Miss Bonner?" the man says. He slaps a bare buttock, grinning when Samantha yelps. "Tell me," he urges, his dominant personality coming to the fore. "Tell me how good it feels to get fucked by this big cock. You like it, Miss Bonner?" he asks, spitting the question through gritted teeth. "Is it big enough for you?"

Samantha groans and slips down to rest on her elbows, her head going onto a forearm while her hair spreads in a pool across the mat.

"It's fucking gorgeous," the blonde mumbles. Her rump is higher now, her derriere presented to the trainer as she submits to his tempo. "I love it. I just love fucking this big dick."

The man looks down Samantha, the shape of her body sending a hot flash of lust through him. He slides the flat of one hand from the woman's coccyx up over her spine. His wrist pushes the wife-beater vest up Samantha's back, the garment rumpling when his hand moves under the hem, ruching it up to Samantha's armpits. He grabs the bunched rope of the vest and forces it over her head, the woman coming up onto straight arms again.

"Yeah," the trainer moans when he sees the sweep and curves revealed. "That's one hot body, Miss Bonner." He slaps the blonde's backside again -Twice, two stinging smacks that immediately glow pink. "You're one of those pampered bitches, aren't you, Miss Bonner."

It's a statement, not a question.

"You're one of those bored rich bitches with nothing to do except spoil yourself in a spa and think up ways to get your pussy fucked." 

He slaps Samantha again. The girl moans and begs him to fuck her harder, deeper, faster.

"Am I right, Miss Bonner?" he asks as he leans forward, his cock wedged inside the blonde.

Samantha gasps when his hands close around her swaying breasts.

His voice sounds close to her ear. His breath is hot across her throat when he whispers, "Tell me, bitch, tell me just how it is for you."

"Oh," Samantha mewls. "Please," she gasps, "fuck me. Please fuck me. Squeeze my tits and don't stop fucking that thing into me."

Her head swivels as she turns to face him. Her eyes are glazed, her expression one of tortured desire.

"Kiss me," she mumbles, the request coming out slurred, a glutinous plea as Samantha's need bubbles inside her.

Then he's thrusting into her, his torso low over her back, his feet flat on the floor while the big muscles in his thighs take the strain. The two of them are kissing, slurping and slobbering, breath panting out of them while Samantha grunts and gasps and he mauls at her breasts. It's an awkward, uncomfortable position, but neither one cares, they're both too hungry for one another to be bothered.

"Fuck," gasps Samantha when they break apart. "I'm going to come," she mutters, twisting at the waist when the trainer eases back onto his knees, his hands going around the girl's body again. She splays her buttocks with one hand, her body angled so she can look back at the man behind her. "You're right," she hisses through clenched teeth. "I'm a spoiled slut who loves to fuck." Her eyes spark, a flash of emotion that could be mistaken for hatred, but which, in actual fact, is a simple yet intense desire for her lover to fuck into her body. "I'm a hot-arsed bitch with an itchy cunt," she mumbles.

"I can help you with that, Miss Bonner," the trainer replies, his thrusts slowing. Then he's easing in and out, teasing the blonde with his length as she continues to stare at him, her eyes feline. "Any time you need to exercise this pussy..." He glances down to where Samantha's body is accommodating his cock. "...You let me know." The man grins and winks and pulls his whole length out, slapping the keel of it against the cheeks of Samantha's backside.

"Is that me on your cock?" the girl gasps, referring to the gooey smears on the man's shaft. "It's all slippery and glistening." She pushes a hand between her legs, and her fingers find the dangling flaps and the molten centre of her sodden vulva. "I don't know when I've been this wet before," the girl gasps, her eyes wide as she examines her smeared fingers, holding a hand in front of her face. She turns again, her gaze glassy and heavy-lidded, the words coming out of her thick and treacly. "Put it back in," mumbles Samantha. "Please, put it back in and fuck me."

The man holds one round buttock and nudges his cock-head at Samantha. There's the slightest resistance as his girth meets the sodden opening, the size of him forcing a gasp from Samantha when the dome pops into her body.

Then he's moving, a slow glide in until he hits the wall, the length of him easing out, most of the shaft visible until it's just the tip left inside. He slides in again and Samantha purrs with pleasure. "You're amazing," she moans as she tosses her head, hair flicking over her back. "Fuck it in nice and slow, baby. Stretch that pussy. I fucking love it."

Just as Samantha spits out the emphatic, I ... fucking ... love... it!, her mobile phone rings.

"Shit," the woman snarls.

"Leave it," the trainer responds.

"I can't," replies Samantha. "It's my fiancé. If I don't answer he gets all jealous and angry and demands to know what I was doing. He knows I'm here. He expects me to answer."

"Then do it," the trainer says, grinning. "Answer it ... But I'm gonna keep my dick inside you, Miss Bonner. While you're on the phone. I'm gonna keep fucking your pussy."

By then, with the man holding her hips to keep his length inside her, Samantha is upright, her hand scrabbling for her handbag on the desk. Her fingers reach the strap and she pulls the bag to her, knocking papers off the desk, leaves fluttering.

"Shit," Samantha mutters over and over. "Shit-shit-shit."

Then the phone falls silent.

"He'll call back in a second," she says.

And then Samantha moans when the man's cock slips out of her and his fingers spread her open. "Oh fuck," she mumbles. "That's so bloody dirty..."

The man's mouth is over her pussy, his tongue sliding into her.

Then Samantha moans again. "Oh you bad man," she says. "That feels so bloody good. It's so sexy. Yes," she hisses, hips swaying, a delighted grin splitting her face. "Lick me there, baby. It feels so good, so fucking rude. It's just wrong but I absolutely fucking love it."

The trainer's tongue is now at Samantha's anus, and that's what the girl loves. She can feel his tongue squirming all wet and wriggly against her sphincter while his thumbs hold her wide open back there, all of her vulnerable and exposed.

Samantha is moaning and gasping when her phone trills again.

"Answer it," the man instructs. "Talk to him."

"Oh no," Samantha replies, her voice a squeak when, even as she's pressing the button on the device to accept the call, the man is easing his cock into her pussy again.

"Hello, darling," Samantha says, her jaw clenched. "Sorry I missed that call. I just got to the phone when it stopped ringing. I was in the middle of exercising when you called."

There's a pause while the oblivious fiancé speaks.

Samantha winces and chews her bottom lip when the cock inside her throbs. She throws a look back over her shoulder, eyes imploring.

The trainer grins and does the trick with his cock again.

The girl gulps and her jaw falls slack, her eyes closing. She bites down on a moan and wonders what motivates her to play this game. Why is she just kneeling there with a long, thick cock inside her while her fiancé is on the phone? What is it about this perversion she finds so irresistible?

"I'm just doing some stretches," Samantha says, and then she feels the truth of those words when the trainer moves behind her, his cock stretching her open. "This trainer is really good, babe," she adds into the phone. "He's really working me hard. I'm going to be a wreck when I get home."

Samantha winces again, the groan slipping from between her lips before she can stop herself.

"No, no," mewls the blonde, and then coughs to clear her throat. "I'm all right, Andrew," she adds, covering the noise she made with a quick excuse. "It was just a spasm, a deep muscle spasm," she says, unable to resist the entendre.

The man behind her grins and nods and slowly forces more cock into Samantha's pussy.

"It'll be worth it," Samantha was saying by then. "I want to look fantastic for you on our wedding day, darling. I've only got a month to get in shape."

There's another pause that's followed by a chuckle from Samantha. "Thank you," she says. "I know you think I'm hot and sexy already, babe..." The girl swivels at the waist again, regarding her lover, the phone at her ear as she winks at him. "...but I'm doing this for me. It makes me feel really good as well as keeping me the right size for that wedding dress."

Then the trainer begins to move. He's holding Samantha's waist and looking down at where the girl's body is tight around his girth. He pulls back, the flesh around Samantha's pussy bulging as her insides clench around him.

"I'd better get back to it," Samantha is saying, barely able to hold in a squeak. She's gulping in deep draughts of air, forcing her breath silently out of her nostrils in an effort to stifle the sounds that threaten to burst out of her. "I need to finish stretching," she grunts. "Then I'm going to need a shower."

As the call ends, before Samantha can croak, "I love you, too" into the phone, in the moment before she sends the device skittering across the office floor, the trainer begins to fuck into her hard and fast.

"Just fuck me, you bastard!" the blonde yelps. "I need to come."

*

THE TRAINER stands up, his cock waggling thick and heavy as he helps the blonde to her feet. She's unsteady, her chest heaving, the sobs still coming out of her as her orgasm finally tapers. Then she's on the desk, her rump on the cool surface while the trainer forces her legs apart. The man hooks the blonde's legs with his arms, the backs of her knees over the crooks of his elbows while he grabs her hips and hauls her buttocks to the precipice. Samantha's training shoes dangle as she supports herself on arms that are thrust back, her forearms and palms flat on the desk.

Then the girl is looking down, chin on her chest, her jaw slack with awe as she watches the big dick, slowly, inch by glorious inch, sliding into her pussy.

"Watch that go in, baby," the trainer mutters after the big cock-head penetrates Samantha. His eyes are on the blonde's face. He's watching her expression change, seeing the delight as he fills her with cock.

One of his hands is spread across the blonde's taut abdomen, the long black fingers resting on Samantha's pale skin while the other hand is squeezing a large, round and very firm breast, the nipple poking between two fingers.

"It's just so hot seeing you do that to me," Samantha replies, her throat working as she swallows heavily. She looks up and sees the man staring into her face. "I won't be able to stop," she adds, mewling, "When I'm married, I won't be able to stop myself cheating. I'll keep coming to see you. Even on my wedding day." Then Samantha moans, her gaze locked on her lover's. "In the morning," she says, panting. "I'll come here and we can fuck. I want to walk down the aisle and feel my pussy all tender from being battered by your lovely cock."

"You're a bad bitch," mutters the trainer, the blonde's words causing a sudden rush of desire that makes him gasp. "That's so bad it's getting me close."

"Then fuck me," Samantha snarls, her hips working back and forth. "Really slam me. Rip my cunt apart. Punish me, you lovely bastard. I'm a dirty, cheating slut. I deserve to be punished."

So they go at it, and it's all heat and movement, snarls and spitting vehemence. The blonde is lost in her own perversion, Samantha can't help but feed the urges that overwhelm her, and even though on some soft, romantic level she actually loves her fiancé, she can't resist the thrill of fucking other men.

The trainer's hands are full of the blonde. He strokes her skin and kneads the spongy flesh of her breasts and buttocks, his fingers digging into Samantha's hips as he pulls her onto his cock, the length of that thing going deep.

The fucking is something primal. It's frantic and instinctive and without finesse. The woman and the trainer are both caught up with desire for each other, both striving for that blissful release.

They're kissing, lips and tongues and hot, urgent breath while Samantha rubs at her clitoris.

Then the blonde cries out. She can feel the rush of her climax coming at her like a train. Her orgasm is inevitable, unstoppable, the explosion coming out of her on a rush of gasps and grunts and obscenities.

"I'm gonna come too," the trainer gulps as the woman writhes and squeals, her pussy squelching, her body tensing.

Samantha's breasts are shivering, wobbling while her body spasms, her eyes flying open when she hears the man's grunted warning.

"Don't come inside me," the blonde mumbles. Then she adds, "Don't let it go in my pussy. My-" 

She gasps and moans and her head lolls as she goes wall-eyed with ecstasy. 

"My fiancé will want sex later," Samantha manages to grunt. "Don't come inside me or he'll know I've been fucking."

The trainer hears the words as though Samantha is at the end of a long tunnel. He gulps and snorts and somehow makes sense of what the blonde has just said. He's tugging at his cock, his fist moving along the length of the thing, and Samantha is rubbing her clitoris and babbling about her own climax when jizm splashes over her body. There's a long trail of semen glistening from her navel to the hollow at her throat, and Samantha has cried out with delight when the stuff flicked onto her skin. She's coming and sobbing and watching spurt after spurt of her lover's ejaculate as it spits out of him, the goo splashing over her before she smears it over her flesh. The girl's breasts are spattered with the stuff, there's spunk on her brisket, a thin trail of it trickling over the rack of her ribs while a pool if it glistens in her belly-button.

Then Samantha is pushing the man away from her. She's down in front of him, squatting, with jizm dripping off her onto the yoga mat. Then she's holding that cock and slurping at the big bell-end, her tongue licking semen from the tip, her lips pursing as she kisses the instrument of her pleasure.

The trainer looks down and watches while the blonde sucks at him, her lips tight around the girth of his member.

Then the woman is on her feet, her grin wide while she smears ejaculate over her body with both hands.

"I'd better get that shower," says Samantha. "I can't go home like this." She winks at the trainer and bends to collect her wife-beater vest. Semen immediately soaks through the front of the garment after the girl slips it over her head. Samantha laughs and makes a comment about laundry as she pulls her shorty-shorts up over her legs.

"What's the matter?" the trainer asks when, after retrieving her phone and glancing at the large fascia, Samantha mutters a curse.

"My phone," the blonde replies, expression aghast, her eyes wide with horror, "I didn't cancel the call."



The Workout



She was glad to get out of her sweatpants.

The body pump class had been intense, but the 4km run had totally wiped her out. She wasn't quite sure what got into her. 

Well, ok, she had an inkling. She had spotted him over in the weights area. 

She first saw him over a month ago, and their paths had only crossed paths one more time. When she realised he was training that evening, she knew she wanted to hang back and try to time her exit so she could accidentally 'bump' into him as they left thegym. Maybe he might invite her for a post workout drink.

She knows he definitely noticed her. She caught him checking her out as she wandered back from body pump, and again a few times on the treadmill. Though to be fair, maybe it was he that had caught her checking him out once or twice.

She stepped into the shower, enjoying the rejuvenating heat. Rolling her head from side to side, she let the water pass over her hair, face and back. After a deep breath, she began to focus. Couldn't take too long. The gym would be closing soon, and she didn't want to miss her chance.

She grabbed her soap and ran the bar over her stomach and shoulders. Then she ran it down her thighs, over her shins then stretched to reach her calves. She enjoyed the way the slight tension in her muscles dissolved, as if washed away by the hot water.

She was working the soap up and down her calves and the tops of her feet when she froze. In her peripheral vision, standing immediately behind her, we two feet..naked, attached to similarly unattired legs.

She froze, and let out an involuntary – and very audible – gasp.

"Don't move one inch. Hold that position until I say so", a confident male voice instructed.

She didn't think she could move if she wanted to. Her mind was racing. Is this some kind of joke? Was it a friend trying to scare her, or a poorly thought-through joke?

There were only a handful of people at the gym when she entered the change rooms, and she was the only woman. She thought she had the room to herself.

As if reading her mind, he spoke again.

"I sent Brad home. I told him I wanted to do another couple of sets on the bench press, and that I would close up for him."

Brad was the attendant behind the front deck tonight. She met him months ago when she first signed up for the gym.

"What I really wanted was some quality time with you. You caught my eye when you came back from class. It didn't take me long to work out I'd also caught your eye. So now you and I are here, alone. And I am very much liking what I see."

She could see that he turned on the heels of his feet, and walked slightly to the right, out of her peripheral vision. She could no longer see him, and it made the hairs on her neck tingle. Here she was, in all her naked glory, bent over, wet and, well, soapy, and he was standing out there, so very close, but out of view.

"Let me wash that soap off".

She heard the metal rasp of the shower head being turned, as he directed the flow of water over her back, down the front of her torso first, then angling it over her ass and down her legs.

"Remember, don't move an inch."

She felt a hand placed in the centre of her back. In a slow, firm stroke, it ran down her back, over the curve of her ass, and then down the outside of her right leg. The hand then moved to the rear of her leg and, just as it reached her inner knee, the fingers opened, star-shaped. The fingers pushed firmly into her flesh as the hand dragged its way up her inner thigh, pausing at the crease her of groin and leg.

She involuntarily jerked forward and stifled a shriek. The sensation of his hand resting on her inner thigh spread unexpected warmth through her belly. Only then did she become vaguely aware that the water had been turned off.

His feet stepped in view again, this time immediately behind hers. She felt his arm wrap around her waist.

"You can stand up now."

As she slowly bent at the waist, lifting her torso, his grip tightened, pulling her against his abdomen, her ass pressed against his groin. 

The heat and firmness of his cock were unmistakable.

As her back made contact with his chest, he wrapped his other arm around her, soon cupping each breast with his hands. He stroked them firmly, running his fingers over her hardening nipples, then slowly stroking each breast in a circular motion, before dragging his fingertips across the skin with the barest of touches.

"If you are willing to have me serve as your personal trainer this evening, and follow my every instruction to the letter, nod your head".

She hesitated slightly, then gave a quick nod in the affirmative.

"You are not to speak. You are to follow my instructions without question and without delay. Is that clear?"

She nodded again.

"Very well, follow me".

He unwrapped his arms from her body, and she felt him turning away. She turned slowly, and saw that he was already a dozen feet away, and quickly started after him, and followed him out of the change rooms.

"Stand here next to the wall, facing me" he said, pointing.

She did as she was told.

"You can start by doing 10 squats. Arms crossed against your chest. Hold each squat for a 3 count".

She crossed her arms across her chest and bent into a squat.

"Legs wider. At least double shoulder width".

She stood, adjusted her stance, and squatted once again. She was very conscious of how exposed her pussy was, and he was apologetically staring at her nakedness.

She finished the first squat, then another. Slowly, she completed the 10 squats as instructed.

"Now, give me 10 more with a 5 count".

As she started the first squat, he turned and moved towards the equipment in the corner. She watched as he picked up a bench, and carried it over to her. As she finished her squats, he busied himself with placing the bench perpendicular to the wall she was standing against.

"Now, I want 10 more with a 10 second count."

She was already starting to feel the strain in her legs, but she started immediately.

As she held her first squat, he stopped over the bench, facing her. Then he sat down, and shimmied down its length until his ass was at the very end. He lay down, and grabbed his erect cock in his right hand, slowly stroking it while watching her finish the last of her squats.

"Step forward...and again...Once more. Stop! Stand right there."

His intention was clear. The tip of his cock was barely inches from her pussy. She could see a clear drop of liquid rolling from the tip down across his fingers.

"Now you are going to squat, and hold your squat until I tell you to stand up. You are to hold the squat position until you have permission to move. We are going to test your endurance. Is that clear?"

She bit her lip, and quickly nodded the affirmative.

"Now squat...slowly," he commanded, as he moved his hand and grabbed the base of his cock with his thumb and forefinger.

She thrust her hips slightly and lowered her body. As the head of his cock grazed against her pussy lips, she let out a slow moan. It pressed firmly against her opening and gracefully slid deeper and deeper inside her.

"Stop. Hold it there. Do not move."

There was silence in the room, bar the sounds of their quickening breaths. The both stared at the sight of their union, his cock half buried inside her hot, slick pussy. She held herself atop his cock, resisting the urge to slump against his body and ram it fully inside her.

The seconds crawled. She felt a slight itch, but realised it was nothing more than a subconscious urge to take him deeper. His cock rocked and throbbed inside her.

She felt the burning in her thighs slowly spread, until it engulfed the all muscles in her legs. She felt her muscles twitching and shaking.

"Hold still. This exercise has only begun."

He slowly reached down and grabbed his cock, then firmly pulled it from her pussy. She felt its absence immediately and was about to speak when he slapped the head of her cock against her labia, once, then again, and then a third time.

He used the thumb and forefinger of his left hand to draw the hood back over her clitoris, and resumed his slow, rhythmic beat, tapping the head of his cock against her labia.

She mind went blank. Each tap against her clit sent shockwaves up her belly and down her thighs. She sucked in a deep breath, and gave a soft, unwavering moan as he picked up the speed and strength of the tapping, firmly rapping his cock against her clit.

As the seconds passed, she forgot about the pain in her legs, losing her sense of herself – the pleasure fanning itself out from her pussy, pulsing through her body in sharp waves.

He rapped his cock against her clit one last time, then slide it back inside. He grabbed her hips with both hands and pulled her forcefully onto his cock. Her legs gave no resistance, her muscles happy to drop her full body weight against him.

For the briefest of seconds, he rubbed his groin against her pussy, holding her hips in place as his cock thrust momentarily inside her.

Then he released her hips.

"I will grant you a 20 second window. You have 20 seconds to masturbate yourself to orgasm while sitting on my cock. Your hips must remain absolutely still. At the close of the 20 second window, you must remove your hand, whether you have orgasmed or not. Understood. Now start. 20. 19. 18..."

Her eyes flew open. Her fingers were already on her clit, rubbing furiously. She stared briefly into his eyes, then threw her head back, took a deep breath and focused.

To be continued...



The Workout



A large bulge stuck out from Chance's pants, the young woman kneeled between his parted legs as he ran his thumb against her bottom lip. Each time she would let out a breathy sigh the feel of her breath against his hand was quite arousing. Teasing him she would stick out her tongue and gently touch his thumb.

He was getting excited and right before he acted on his lustful thoughts Emilee grabbed his wrist and started to suck greedily on his thumb. The warm wetness of her mouth felt wonderful, it shot a feeling of pleasure down to his groin. 

The woman smiled as she removed his thumb from her mouth and smiled at him as she tugged at his pants. Rubbing his bulge while using the other hand to undue his belt and then unzip his pants, a constant grin on the girls face. 

Pulling back his pants she pulled his hard erection from his boxers. Holding his circumcised cock in her small hand she gave it a small squeeze causing the Khan to roll his head back letting out a soft sigh. Lifting her hand she put a fair amount of salvia into her palm and then returned back to her duties. 

Stroking up and down as the suction sounds came from her hand, when she reached near the top she would run a thumb over the head and then go back down. It made the Khan grip the bedroll beneath him. The warm sensation it kept giving him felt like it was tipping the glass, ready to already spill the water all over the place.

"Put your fingers in my mouth," she said as she leaned towards his face. He lifted his head and smirked at her, raising his hand he put his pointer and middle finger into her open mouth and laid them flat on her tongue. Sliding them back in forth across her smooth tongue he would squirm his hips as pulsations ran from his groin, it was a sensational feeling. The more her hand squeezed him the harder he pushed his fingers into her mouth, occasionally gagging her. 

Emilee had one hand on his throbbing member and then one soon grabbed his wrist and assisted him in his attempting to gag her. He wanted more than just her hand at this point, wanting to feel the warm wetness of her mouth across his cock. 

Suddenly he removed his hand and gripped her hair pulling her head down to him. Emilee took a few seconds to realize what he wanted but she adjusted and placed her mouth properly. He held her head there coldly, the sound of her gagging filled his ears it aroused him further. 

It was sort of hard to breathe as he held her there, she tried to move her head back up but his strength was too much. She remained there for a few more minutes before reaching around and was surprisingly able to remove his hand. Lifting her head she caught her breath and coughed a little, her face was growing hot. Clearing her throat she turned to Chance and patted his thigh.

"Don't do that," she said rubbing her throat, "you know I hate it."

The Khan smirked at her and shifted to grab hold of the tiny woman. She gasped but assisted him in moving her. He laid her on the bedroll, parted her legs and reached down to remove her shorts, then underwear. Emilee laughed touching his hands as he pulled the fabric across her legs. However, he wasn't going to do what she thought he was, instead he rested on his arm beside her and ran a masculine hand down her thigh. 

In a matter of seconds he started to tease her, rubbing her angrily. She let out a sensual rhythm of moans as her hips squirmed. The girl reached up and gripped his shoulder squeezing it hard, as with every push he did she dug her fingernails into his flesh. 

After a few more minutes he immediately shoved two fingers into her tight warm space, it made the girl nearly scream in pleasure as he spread his fingers. He roughly penetrated her with his thick fingers listening to her moan in sheer pleasure as he knew she was reaching her peak. He wanted to use his cock to fill her but he enjoyed this position she was in. The angle she was at watching her mouth quiver each time a moan would pass her lips, the way she would squirm her hips as the pleasure began to build up right in her core. The Khan moved forward and began to suck at her neck, nibbling at it to tease her. The woman reached her hand around holding his head running her fingers through his hair.

However, when one was tempted by sheer pleasure tempting it would make one do unpredictable things. Suddenly he lifted himself from her, retreating his wet fingers from her warm spot he shifted to be between her legs.

"No, no don't stop," she begged him when he moved his fingers, however, when he moved to be in between her legs she smiled and ran her hands on her thighs. Instead, he put hands on either side of her head leaning down to strongly and erotically takes her lips, sliding his wet tongue onto hers. The girl ran her hands up around his shoulders once again running her fingers through his hair. He remained like this for a few more minutes, rubbing his hard throbbing member against her sensitive spot, feeling the warm wetness that it gave. He reached his hand down fondling her breast as he gave it soft firm squeezes. 

As he kept her distracted he pulled the bottom of her shirt up over her chest, then he pulled her bra down keeping her ample breasts stuck between the two fabrics. The Khan played with them for a few more minutes as he continued to dominantly embrace his lips with hers.

Slowly he began to remove himself from her soft lips, kissing from there down to her neck, her chest, taking a pit stop to suck at her breasts showing no mercy in his conquest. At his pit stop it made the girl shove her head to the ground as she let out small breathy moans. Then he went back to kissing along her torso, nipping at her ivory pale skin, reaching to her hips, holding the underside of both thighs as he kissed and nipped at the sensitive skin between her leg and groin. However, wasting no more time held onto her thighs, moving them to be over his shoulders. 

Sticking out his large tongue he traced it up along her sex, taking in every moment of it as he swirled it around her nerve central. The girl let out a loud moan as she arched her back pushing him away from her. In that moment she got him away as she sat herself up slightly, still having the left over feeling of his tongue on her. However, once again he grabbed her by the thighs angrily pulling her back to him. Instead of using his tongue he just put most of his mouth on her and sucked harshly upon her.

Once again the girl screamed out in pleasure as she attempted to push him away, yet, she failed and ran her fingers through his hair. He would suck for a few moments, tease her with his tongue and then go back to sucking; it hurt and yet it felt so good to her. Chance wanted her to last longer, wanted to do everything he could imagine wanting to see her quiver, squirm, scream, moan by his touch; it pleased him.

Then he removed himself, feeling her wet area throbbing knowing she was about to hit her climax. Once more she begged him not to stop but he wanted to fill her up with his affection, release it if you will.

Placing his hands on either side of her head he needed no help finding her opening. Letting out a breathy moan he slipped inside slow at first and then shoved himself in; the warm wetness sent a tingling sensation down his groin. The girl let out a series of different moans; first they were fast, then slow as he began to enter then back to fast once he was inside. The woman before him placed her hands on his neck bringing him down to her as they once again embraced each other with their mouths; sliding their tongues as they went off like dueling swords.

At first, Chance was going slow as he was trying to build himself up to penetrate her, however, just going the pace he was seemed to be doing the trick, yet, that's not how he liked to do this. Sitting up he grabbed her thighs and started to go at a faster more aggressive rhythm, feeling the friction burn him up. The young woman arched her back as she reached down and put her hands against his torso. 

"Aw, aw... f-fuck..." she moaned and brought her hands to her thighs. 

Chance smirked at her as it seemed now she was finally going to climax, well, he didn't want her to any other time before. Grabbing hold of her waist he lifted her, she wrapped her arms around his neck but he got up onto his knees. He loved hearing her moan, the way she would break in her breaths to verbally give off her approval made him feel like he was tipping again; ready to spill.

"Fuck me harder!" she begged in his ear.

Obeying her command he laid her back down upon the bedroll, grabbing a nearby pillow and placing it under her hips. Grabbing her hips he thrusted forward and went faster than he had, going in an aggressive rhythm that was tiring him out, yet, the outcome was worth it.

He began to feel himself reach his climax, leaning forward he rested his forearms beside her head, he wanted to kiss her but he liked how she screamed when she climaxed. Some odd reason he loved it when others could hear them having sex, it gave him a sort of rush; a bit of dominance. Emilee on the other hand hated it and wished that Chance could tone it down a little, so they couldn't hear them. Then when she screamed he just had to hear the break in her scream. When she starts and then she kisses him then starts to moan as she releases him and then goes back to screaming was his favorite part. That little moan was all he loved to hear, the in-between screams was what made his groin burn.

In a matter of seconds he suddenly felt her contract around him. Looking at her she threw her head back and let out the scream like she always did, made a small smirk tug at the corner of his mouth. Sitting up and gripped her thighs, finally feeling the sensation of tipping over. Then he released a torrent of his seed into her quivering walls. He stayed there as he released guttural grunts, his mouth moving as he forced back the urge to release a breathy moan. He wanted to stay inside as long as he could. 

At one point he had heard that if one stayed inside for too long then the woman will get pregnant; Chance thought that that was a load of shit. If someone wanted to get pregnant then they would have to try really hard to get like that, not to do what he has been doing for the past few months. They had sex on a regular basis, always enjoying it, and he always never pulled out after he released; he calls bull roar on whoever said that it would make someone pregnant.

Feeling her heat burn him up, he smirked and went back down to her kissing her as he fondled her. Moving away from her after a few seconds, when they parted a sweet sound escaped her as she went back to let out one final moan and then began to relax. A heavy groan, like ones that a monster would make as her body was relaxing. 

"... I love you..." she breathed heavily as he moved a few strands of hair away from her flushed face. The Khan smirked as he sat himself back up and grabbed hold of her thigh with one hand and his cock or whatever was not inside of her still. Slowly he pulled himself out, though because her muscles were contracted it was always difficult. One night he got stuck and waited for around half an hour before her muscles relaxed, another night he pulled out too fast and hurt Emilee. The anatomy of women seemed rather odd, yet men loved it and enjoyed exploring every inch of that anatomy at their will.

The girls eyes began to flutter, she was going to pass out. The Khan finally got the rest of himself out and shifted to fit himself back inside his pants. Emilee, though tired, pulled her bra back up and her shirt back down. Then after she did that she froze, arms mid movement. She was falling asleep. 

After adjusting his now semi-hard cock inside his pants he grabbed the girl, lifting her up bridal style and placed her at the head of the bedroll. The pillow was fine as he turned it over and lifted her head, placing it below. Finally, nearby the girls purple blanket, reaching he held the feather blanket in his hands, there were stains and many patches in the blanket but it was a fine one. After he got himself situated next to her he placed the blanket over both of them and lay down next to the sleeping woman. 

She was cuddled up against his chest, his arm protectively around her, leaving his hand to rest on her hip. Always when they woke up she faced the other way. Her arms wrapped around his, the feeling of her soft skin against his rough scared skin.

It was near impossible to get him to sleep after he had sex, even after great sex such as that, yet, if he was totally honest with himself the best thing after having sex is falling asleep in each other's arms. Feeling Emilee's soft hair against his arm, the warmness of her soft breaths on his face, there was even her snoring but that bothered him none; made him know he can knock her out like that. 

Right before he was ready to drift off to sleep he reached over and grabbed the oil lamp and blew out the small flame. Nothing but darkness remained.