The Work Out
It was 6 in the evening. I woke up from my post masturbation sleep. I was tired as I had already jerked off twice that day, but workout wasn’tsomething I was going to miss. I particularly chose this time of the day to workout because I used be the only one in the gym, and I like some privacy while working out. But for a week now I had some company. She was about 5 feet 6 inches, fair, black hair, going slightly below her shoulder, she wasn’t skinny but wasn’t fat either; somewhere in between. Brown eyes and perfectly done eyebrows above them. A woman who knows what she wants. I guessed she would be in her late 20s. I went to the gym and saw she was already there. We exchanged a smile, but this was different. There was something strange about it, like she had something in mind. Like she knew something that I didn’t. I got busy with my exercise. I was doing some stretches in front of the mirror and she came right in front of me and began squatting. That was probably the first time I noticed her butt. That was an ass to die for. Not too big, not too small. perfect symmetry. I couldn’t get my eyes off of that butt trapped inside her yoga pants. Suddenly I realised she knows I’m checking her out I turned away. Then out of nowhere it struck me, like deja vu, she’s been doing this right from first day. It’s like she wants me to check her out. I cleared my mind of those thoughts and got back to my exercise. I began putting together weights for a bench press. “Do you want me to spot you?” she asked. I just looked at her, not knowing what to say. “I said do you want me to spot you?” she asked again with a clearer voice. “Yeah, sure.” I mumbled, still thinking if this was a good idea. I lifted the barbell and lied down on the bench. I was expecting her to come behind me above my head but she sat on my abdomen with one leg on each side of the bench. I was again shocked. “Come on, let’s go.” she patted on my chest “yeah” I barely managed to make a sound. I started the set and she was counting for me. After one set she shifted back just above my groin. I started the second set. I already had a boner and she was feeling it. I was sweating so bad. Don’t know it was because of the exercise or nervousness. As I started the third set she moved back sitting right on my boner and her hands slipped inside my t-shirt before I knew it. All this time I was looking at the ceiling trying to avoid eye contact. I gathered the courage and looked at her. She was looking right into my eyes, taking deep breaths, biting her lips, and her breasts growing and shrinking with her breath. I could tell from her eyes that she was having the time of life. She had full control over me. I didn’t even realise she had stopped counting a long time ago. But this had to end, because we weren’t in our homes. Anyone could just walk right in on us and we would be screwed big time. But she didn’t seem to be worried about anything. “I think I’m done here.” I said trying to catch my breath. “Oh, ok.” She got off me and I just lay there contemplating the events that had taken place. I got back up and put the weights back. I was drinking water and trying recover from whatever that was. “Hey, I need to do some pull ups, can you help me out?” she asked There was no way I was going to refuse. She held the bar and lifted herself. I held her knees. Her butt right in front of my eyes. I could smell her at this point. Once again we started the exercise. This time I knew she won’t do anything, rather she was expecting me to make a move. My mind, on the other hand, was in chaos. I didn’t know how to take it from here, this was my first time. And the fear of getting caught always there. But I knew I was far too deep into this to back off now. It was too late. After some 6 reps she became weak and fell in my arms. There was no time to think. Without wasting any more time I grabbed her by the waist and buried my face in her neck. almost instantly she dropped her head back resting it on my shoulder. She turned her face towards me. We shared a look, acknowledging what was about to happen. Our faces came closer as our lips met, and the moment was here. I was kissing a woman for the first time in my life. Although I was an amateur, she took care of things very well. Before I knew it she was using her tongue, and I obliged. Almost instinctively I slid my hand inside her top and started caressing her breasts. Pressing them, kneeding them, pinching the nipples. And she kissed me more aggressively because of all the attention I was giving her breasts. My other hand worked its way through her pants and into her panties. I put my middle finger in her love hole. She was so wet. I could feel her goose bumps. I knew it had been ages since the last time this place was visited. She occasionally left out slight moans while kissing me. For the moment she had completed surrendered herself to me. I had total control over her. She broke the kiss, turned around. That look on her face clearly told me it was her turn now and she won’t spare me. With one strong move, she pulled down my pant along with my inners. I glanced at my pubic hair and regretted shaving them. They weren’t long, but they were there. She noticed the embarrassment on my face and giggled before holding it and swallowing it as much as she could. That was a heavenly feeling. nothing comparable. She licked it, sucked the tip, swallowed it, she did everything she knew. Clearly, this wasn’t the first time she was doing it. It was this moment that I thanked myself for jerking off twice that day. Or I would lose it in mere seconds. She got up and walked towards the bench. Bent down pulling her pants. lied on her back on the bench, looked into my eyes and said what every guy craves to hear from a woman. “Fuck me.” I bent down to her to kiss her and slid my penis into her vagina in the process. And it was happening.