I signed in and then walked in to the changing rooms, which were empty apart from one other woman, who was a little older. She was in a state of undress, so I averted my eyes and went behind a wall where we couldn’t see each other. I quickly changed into my gym gear – a dark purple vest top that hugged my small, perky breasts, and some thin grey training shorts. I prefer to be as loose and free as possible when working out, so I left my bra and thong in my locker along with my normal clothes, and then tied my trainers and walked into the main gym hall. It was sparsely populated, as was the case every week at that time of the day. I guessed most people were busy at work, which made me feel like kind of a bum. Anyway, the lack of clients meant that I had my pick of the equipment, and after doing a little warm up, I quickly straddled myself into a rowing machine. I stayed on it for a little while, rocking back and forth and building up a light sweat, occasionally reaching down to my bottle of water to rehydrate myself. With every row that I accomplished, my breasts wobbled gently inside my vest top, and a faint wet patch started to appear down my cleavage as the material absorbed my sweat. As the wind and rain lashed the trees outside the window, the air inside was stiflingly warm. I decided to try another exercise method, and immediately spotted the treadmills.
I darted over and started to program my course into the ridiculously complex computer system panel attached to the front of it. The black belt whirred under my feet, prompting me to set my drink down in the holder at the side and begin jogging. The bank of treadmills was positioned so that the users were looking directly out of the large windows across the park next to the gym. As I watched people running around and being battered by flying litter and trying to take shelter from the downpour outside, I was glad that I had decided to come in alone. I ran for about 10 minutes, listening to music through my earphones, blissfully ignorant of the world around me. Then, in the reflection in the glass I noticed a large man standing behind me. I turned to face him and saw he was looking the other way, setting up the weights ready for his workout. He was very muscular, but not overly so. He looked like the kind of guy who liked to stay ripped, but wasn’t training to pull a jumbo jet by his nut sack. I couldn’t take my eyes off him, and even though nobody had caught my prying eyes, I decided to watch him in the reflection in the window. As I jogged along on the treadmill, he started to lift the weights, every so often standing up to add more giant metal disks to the pole he was lifting. His strong arms were flexing like crazy under the pressure of the bulky weights, but he didn’t seem fazed by them at all. I realised that while he was lying on the bench, he was facing my direction, and a few times I’m sure I caught him staring at my perky little ass as my cheeks ground together inside my shorts.
I could feel his eyes poring over my backside, and the idea that he was perving on me was turning me on. I could feel my already clammy pussy getting wet at the thought of his big, bulging biceps. He stopped using the weights and walked over to the dumbbells. He sat down on a bench and started lifting those weights instead. His new position was out of my sight, and I had to peer around a large supporting pillar in order to see him. As I tilted my head around the obstruction, I saw that he was looking directly at me, waiting for me to show my face. I averted my gaze, giggling to myself at having been caught out, and then looked again. He was looking down, concentrating on the weight in his hand as he lifted it slowly up and down. The veins in his arms surged with blood as he flexed his large muscles, and a few droplets of sweat descended down his neck to his damp vest. I took a swig of cold water from my bottle to try to get a grip of my senses, but I was so turned on by his abs that I couldn’t stop peering over behind the pillar. He continued to lift the dumbbells for a little while and then stood up, again catching me out as he looked over and smiled. Again, I pretended I was looking at something else, and continued with my run.
I saw his reflection walking behind me, passing me completely as he made his way towards the changing rooms. I looked over at the exit, and just as he walked through, he turned to me and winked. It wasn’t just a wink, though; it was a cute smile and a sparkle in his eye that just sent me wild with lust. I tried to keep running, but my mind was too distracted by his immense physique. My clitoris was tingling inside my shorts and my labia were dripping wet, forming an embarrassing moist patch between my legs. I thought about going into the women’s changing rooms, finding a cubicle and playing with myself for a little while to relieve the pressure. It seemed so naughty, but I relented and made my way over to the exit, passing all the vacant equipment on the way. As I approached, another dirty thought crossed my mind. The only other people in the gym were at the far side, and were far more concerned with their own bodies than my delicate little frame. Nobody was watching, and the men’s changing rooms were nearly silent. The entrance was an open walkway that led to a row of showers behind a wall, and then into an open area with lockers, coat hooks and benches etc. I took another quick look over my shoulder, and then stepped carefully in to the opening. I turned the corner and saw that the showers were empty, so I continued past them.
I was about to turn the corner into the changing area when I heard the light slap of footsteps on the red brick floor. Panicking, I hid in the showers, behind a low wall that separated them from the main passageway. The footsteps walked straight past as my heart thumped inside my chest, terrified I would be caught. Whoever it was disappeared into the gym hall, leaving me alone once again. I thought for a moment; what if it was the man I had followed inside. Was it worth continuing? My quivering pussy had already made the decision for me, and I stepped towards the corner once again, peering around to see the changing rooms empty. I could hear something coming from inside, though, and I knew he was in there. I cautiously tip-toed in, scanning the room for movement with every step I took. There was a distinct shuffling sound coming from my right hand side, and as I looked over at the cubicles I could see two feet inside the middle one. I dashed over to the empty cubicle next door, and locked it shut as quietly as I could. Stepping up onto the wooden bench, I gripped hold of the top of the wooden wall between us and pulled myself up to peer inside. I had to stop myself from gasping when I saw him. It was definitely the guy I had been lusting over in the gym area, but not only that, he was jerking off inside his cubicle. He was stood up with his shorts pulled down, revealing his thick, throbbing cock as he stroked it up and down. The sweat was dripping from his neck and running down his chest as he jerked off, and I watched for a little while, getting wetter and wetter as I hung on to the side.
He sat down on the bench and stretched out his legs, and I continued to watch his foreskin rolling over the head of his cock, smothering it in his clear, sticky pre-cum. I so desperately wanted to taste it, to have it in my mouth. I licked my lips almost without thinking, it looked so yummy. He tilted his head back on the wall, and kept masturbating with his eyes closed. I probably should have gotten down right there and then, but I couldn’t take my eyes off his amazing dick. My sweaty fingers caused my left hand to lose its grip, and my knee knocked against the wall as I clambered to regain my grip. He looked up and saw me, but hardly reacted. Instead, he simply continued stroking his cock as I watched him with a massive grin on my face. I knew what he wanted, and he knew the same of me. I got down and I heard him unlock the latch on his cubicle door. Composing myself briefly, I looked around outside to see if anyone else had entered the changing rooms in the mean time. It was empty, thank God, so I trotted out and pushed his door open, stepping inside as he locked it behind me.
We both stood inside the cramped little cubicle, my body just inches away from his. He towered over me, looking down at my dark hair and perky cleavage nestled within my sweaty vest top. His cock nudged against my leg, poking me like a dog waiting for me to throw the ball. I reached out and wrapped my hand around his thick shaft, and started to squeeze up and down from the base to the tip. I could barely fit my palm around it, it was so chunky, but it was also perfectly shaped. While I played with it, he ran his hands over the t
op of my warm arms, feeling my bare skin as the scent of my perfume and my sweat rose up towards his nostrils. I felt his hands wandering down my back, holding my body while he felt my ass cheeks through the soft grey fabric of my training shorts. His hands felt like vices as they fondled around my ass, groping and gently slapping them from side to side. I could tell even his mildest touch would be quite rough. I let go of his cock for a moment and gripped the sides of my vest top, pulling it over my head to expose my pert nipples. He was instantly fascinated by them, rolling his thumbs around my sensitive areolas and then crouching down to suck on them. The feeling of his rough taste buds as they brushed over my nips was making me even wetter, and I couldn’t help but run my hand into my shorts to play with my clitoris, if only for a second.
He pulled my shorts down in one fell swoop and detached my trainers from my feet as I lifted my legs up one at a time. I was naked, standing in front of him as he pressed me back against the door. With his hands underneath my thighs, he hoisted my body effortlessly a few feet into the air and buried his face in my crotch. I let out a loud groan as I felt his tongue rubbing over my clitoris, circling around and flicking it sideways. It was firm and soaking wet from his saliva and my own pussy moisture, and as he held me there he wetted his middle finger on my juices and started to slide it inside me. Even his fingers seemed huge compared to mine, and were almost as thick as my ex-boyfriend’s cock. He hooked his finger and pulled down, massaging my g-spot steadily as I clenched my ass cheeks and ran my fingers around my perky, spit-covered nipples. I held onto the back of his head as he snacked on my pussy, drooling like an animal as his tongue slipped around my clit.
With his hands still clutching my legs, he stood up and positioned his cock in front of me, preparing to penetrate my trembling pussy. He pressed it up to my engorged, dripping wet vulva and pushed it gradually inside as I moaned with pleasure. I felt it pushing the walls of my vagina out as it entered me, stretching my labia to their limits. Inch by inch he burrowed it inside me, getting deeper and deeper with each gentle thrust. Finally, he managed to split me wide open enough to fit the thing inside me, prompting a continual stream of sex noises and breathless panting as he started to thrust it in and out. My ass cheeks slammed against the wooden cubicle door as he fucked me, my legs dangling at his sides as he held on to my thighs. I draped my arms around his legs, and watched his chest and arm muscles working away as he pounded me, with streams of sweat running down our faces, necks and chests. The door was loosely banging against the frame of the cubicle in tandem with our writhing bodies, and my breasts shook violently, sending him into over drive. His heavy breathing turned into primeval grunting and he began to ram me almost painfully against the door. I loved every second of his rough handling, though, and screamed with joy as I felt my ass banging on the wood.
He stepped backwards, still grasping my thighs and holding me in the air as he sat down on the bench. I started to ride on top of him, thrusting on his meaty penis and bobbing up and down as it slid inside me. He raised his arms up to my chest and cupped my tits in his hands, pinching my nipples and occasionally reaching around to spank my ass. He was still wearing his vest top, and as I rode on his cock, I played with the damp, sweaty material, running my fingers inside to touch his body. He slipped it over his head, revealing his washboard stomach. It was almost impossibly well toned, and as I ran my fingers over his solid muscles my clitoris tingled even more intensely. I was using him like a giant, fleshy sex toy, grinding my hips to swallow up as much of his cock as I possibly could. I was panting uncontrollably, unaware if anyone had come into the changing rooms since we had started rampantly fucking in the cubicle. I didn’t care, either; I just wanted more of his dick, even though the whole thing was buried deep inside me, pressing against every inch of soft pink flesh within my vagina.
He tapped my ass, signalling for me to dismount, so I did. I stood for a moment while he got to his feet, rubbing my pussy juices all over his cock. He stood behind me and pushed on my back, forcing me to bend forwards and rest my hands on the bench while he gripped my hips closer. I spread my legs open for him, ready to accept his cock again as he pressed it up to my throbbing vulva. He pushed it inside, once again splitting my pussy in two as his rigid penis tunnelled inside me. He raised his hand up above his head and then thrashed it down over my right ass cheek, causing me to yelp in momentary pain. As it wore off, the agony was replaced by a pleasurable tingling sensation. His grunting returned as he ploughed me hard, picking up my thighs and holding me like a wheelbarrow as he continued to fuck me harder and harder. The new position added pressure to my g-spot as his cock repeatedly rubbed over the ceiling of my vagina, and a short while later I could feel myself building to a climax. My legs began to tremble in his hands, but his firm grip held them steady. My arms turned to jelly, barely managing to support my body as the flood of sexual ecstasy flowed through my body, originating from my clitoris.
I let out groan after groan as my whole body became tense, and even though I was in the throes of passion, he continued to fuck me. The contractions of my vaginal muscles around his cock must have been the icing on the cake for him, as a few seconds later he started to orgasm as well, pumping his hot, salty cum deep into my pussy. His cock pulsed with each shot of semen that left his balls, like a gun emptying its barrel. He placed me back down on the ground as he regained his balance, pressing his arm to the side wall to steady himself. He was exhausted and so was I. I peeked outside to see if anyone was there, but thankfully the changing rooms were still deserted. We said our goodbyes amidst childish giggles, got dressed and went our separate ways, never to see each other again.
Well, at least until the next week.
Banging on the Photocopier
I’ve been in my job for so long now that my life has become a dreary, uneventful series of routines. I’m only in my late 20s, and yet since graduating from college and taking this paper-pushing job, my life has flat lined into a hopeless abyss of filing paper work and signing forms, usually without bothering to check what they are for. Outside of the office my life is somewhat brighter, with a good social life, dependable friends and family etc. The seven hours I spend at the office each day, however, has been the bane of my existence for far too long. Or at least, that was how I felt until recently. You see, the decor of my workplace took a surprising and extremely welcome turn a month or so back when a new intern started. The office was a large floor space separated into small cubicles, each of which held a small desk – enough for a computer, a stack of paper work and some stationary – and a swivel office chair. A series of walkways ran down between the cubicles, allowing the line managers to walk down cracking the whip and making sure we weren’t surreptitiously going on the internet, God forbid we actually have a break every once in a while.
Anyway, the new intern was placed in the cubicle just opposite mine, albeit one row in front. She seemed fatally nervous, and kept her head down the whole time, rarely allowing anyone a glimpse at her face. She wore normal office clothes – a jacket and knee-length skirt that hugged her ass nicely, showing off her slender legs. Her long, jet black hair draped down over her shoulders like curtains hiding her surely beautiful neck. Even though she was barely showing any skin, I could hardly take my eyes off of her, constantly watching for even the slightest movement that might reveal a little more of her beauty. That was the first day. The second day I managed to get into work early enough to see her arrive. She was extremely punctual in addition to being smartly dressed, and as she slinked down the aisle between the columns of office compartments, I finally got a good look at her face. She was stunningly pretty, possibly the cutest girl I had ever seen. As she arrived at her desk she noticed me and shot a little smile at me, before sitting down and starting her work. That miniscule interaction alone had almost sent me aflutter, and for the rest of the day I could think of nothing else. I began to wonder if she was actually a siren sent by the devil to tempt me, she was so unbelievably hot. Maybe I had just wo
rked in that mind-numbing place for so long that any small taste of beauty would feel the same way.
A similar thing happened over the next few days, and the number of wry glances and sneaky smiles increased to the point where a suspicious eye might think we were secretly conspiring some evil plot. Then, on the Friday of her first week I was sat at my desk, slightly more able to actually do my job now that her presence was commonplace. I was busying myself with some random paper work when I heard some whispered cursing. I looked across the aisle to see her stood at her desk, bending over to see behind her computer monitor. The ridges of her panties were clearly visible through the skirt material as it wrapped tightly around her ass, and a part of me would have been happy to simply watch her struggle with the problem for a while. Then I realised this was my moment to pounce, and quickly rose to my feet and nervously hobbled over.
“Are you having a problem?” I asked, cringing inside as the redundant words exited my mouth.
“Uh, yeah... the screen just went off and I need to get this work finished, otherwise my boss will kill me!” she cried, clearly playing up the damsel in distress card. I looked behind the screen and realised the power cable had simply worked itself loose. Plugging it back in you would have thought I was some technical genius the praise she lavished upon me. I lapped it up, of course, proud to have been of vital service to this stunning young woman.
“Wow, I can’t believe how dizzy I am sometimes!” she said, laughing self-depreciatively and slapping her hand to her forehead.
“It’s all fixed now...” I said, “I’m Matt, by the way.”
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