I was laying on my back and before I could respond, Nora crawled on top of me, putting us in the perfect 69 position. Tim’s cum was pouring out of her opening and into my mouth. I began lapping it up, tasting Nora’s juices and Tim’s seed as it covered my tongue.
Nora was slurping on my pussy, making a noise like a wet kiss. She was sucking up every drop of Stefan’s cum as it dripped out of my flower. Within a couple of minutes, Nora collapsed onto the floor next to me, completely exhausted.
She looked up at me and smiled, a bit of cum dripping out of the side of her mouth.
My pussy was sore and ached from the punishment Stefan had given me, but it was the good kind of sore and I missed having him inside of me.
As we all laid naked in front of the fireplace, I said, “Well, that was one interesting game of truth or dare.”
Nora pulled herself close, kissing me. Our mouths still had our husband’s cum in them, as I could taste it as we swapped the liquid between our tongues.
As soon as we stopped kissing, I said, “Thank you guys inviting us into your home.”
Nora chuckled and responded, “No problem! I’m so glad that I decided to stop by the bar tonight. You know, it’s so rare that I go in there.”
Then I heard Stefan chuckle, “Honey, you say that every time! You stop in there twice a week.”
My face went pale and I looked over at Tim. A shocked looked crossed his face.
“Yeah, well, I’d say I had a pretty good pick this time,” Nora said, as she looked Tim and I over.
Stefan nodded and said, “I’d have to agree.”
I was in shock. They were total swingers and it was clearly not the first time they had something like that. I felt like a total fool. A freshly fucked and satisfied fool, but a fool nonetheless.
Tim and I stood up from the floor and put our clothes on. We said our goodbyes and Nora and Stefan told us we could come by again any time.
On the cab right home, Tim and I were silent. The taste of cum in my mouth was a reminder that I hadn’t just dreamt up the entire thing.
“Well,” I said, as we walked up to our cabin. “I guess if nothing else, we learned a thing or two about Swedish culture.”
Tim put his arm around me and said, “And to think, we still have over two weeks before we go home.”
Stranger in the Gym
Standing in front of the large mirror in the gym, I began to ask myself what I was doing there. I didn’t look anything like the toned and beautiful girls that were working out along side me and to say that I felt out of place would have been an understatement. It wasn’t that I was fat, though. If fact, I wasn’t overweight at all, actually. But my body just wasn’t ultra-thin like these other women and it made me feel large in comparison.
I sighed, as I ran my hands over the new workout clothing that my mom had bought me the day before. The tight black shorts only accentuated my slight curves and the grey training bra pushed out the cleavage of my developing breasts, making my upper curves look even more noticeable.
I reached up and undid my ponytail, letting my black hair fall into my face. I had been working out for at least twenty minutes and I was feeling hot and sweaty. Letting my hair down gave me a refreshing blast of cool air.
As I stood in front of the mirror, I turned to the side and pushed my chest out, causing my boobs to look even bigger. Then I smiled and cocked my head to the side, making a goofy face at myself.
One of the guys in the gym caught me checking myself out and I blushed, embarrassed about being such a goofball.
What am I doing here? I asked myself, as I sat down on the abdominal machine.
It took me a few minutes to figure out how the machine worked. I noticed a few people staring at me as I fiddled with it. After a few minutes, though, I was able to find the right levers and pulleys to adjust the machine to fit my body.
This is ridiculous... I’m a total rookie here...
I really was only in the gym for one reason: My mom had encouraged me to go. I had fought it for a while, but I had learned in my life that it was easiest not to argue with her. Eventually, she would have talked me into it whether I liked it or not.
Ever since my parents divorced, my mom started hitting the gym regularly and she said that she had met several nice guys there. I had a hard time imagining that I would meet my dream man in a gym, where the competition couldn’t have been harder, but still...I guess it was worth a shot.
After doing ten reps on my abs, I stood up and stretched. Then I walked over to the row machine. I saw a few guys glance over as I made my way across the gym, but I wasn’t sure if they were looking at my ass in the tight athletic shorts or if they had just been waiting for me to get off of the abdominal machine.
Either way, though, I can’t say that I really minded the attention. It felt good to finally be noticed by men. My whole life up until that point was pretty sheltered. I had been homeschooled since Kindergarten and the only interaction I really ever had with men was with my two older brothers and my father.
Ever since I had turned eighteen, though, my parents had lightened up and they actually started to encourage me to date. It was an exciting time in my life and I knew that I just had to be patient and take my time in finding the right man.
What time is it? I asked myself, as I looked around for a clock.
My mom had dropped me off to go run some errands and said she would be back to pick me up in an hour. I was hoping to get through some kind of workout before she got back, but I began to have doubts if I could make that happen, since I had to figure out how to use every machine as I went along.
One, two, three...I counted to myself, as I pulled the handle on the row machine.
I could feel my heart beat in my chest and a light layer of sweat begin to cover my tanned, teenage body. I quickly turned my head from side to side to get my thick hair out of my eyes.
Four, five, six....
I had no clue what I was doing and I wasn’t sure if I should do ten reps or one hundred. I figured I would just do as many as it took for me to feel tired.
It turned out, that was about forty reps.
“Wow, look at you go,” I heard a man’s voice behind me say.
Startled, I stopped pulling on the row machine and turned to look to see who it was. I did my best not to let my jaw drop to the floor as my gaze locked on the man behind me, whose arms were bulging out of his yellow muscle shirt. There was a bright white smile on his face and his arms were crossed.
“Now, that’s what I call a workout,” he commented. “You’re working it harder than 90 percent of the women that come in here.”
I smiled and let go of the handle on the row machine. Then I turned to face him, still seated on the equipment.
“Well, thanks,” I said, blushing. “I don’t really know what I’m doing, though.”
My gaze moved up and down his body, giving him an accidental, but obvious, once over.
He noticed immediately, I’m sure, but he didn’t say anything.
Wow...I thought.
The man was quite a bit older than me and I had guessed that he was somewhere in this mid-30’s. But he was gorgeous and I could tell that he had clearly led a life filled with fitness. His muscles were huge and toned and they rippled with every one of his slight movements. It was obvious that he was insanely strong.
“Where are my manners?” he asked. “My name is Drake. I’m a personal trainer here at the gym.”
I smiled at him coyly and then held out my hand for a handshake. He returned the gesture and squeezed my hand. I couldn’t believe how big his hand felt against mine and I could sense his strength as he shook it.
“I’m Christine,” I said, shyly. “My mom made me go here. I feel weird being here.”
Drake chuckled and then responded, “Don’t feel weird! It’s always great for people to come to the gym. You don’t look like you really need it, but working out makes every one feel good.”
I blushed at the compl
iment. I felt like he was just being nice and he probably told everyone that they didn’t really need to be in the gym working out. Still though, it felt good to be complimented by such a gorgeous man.
“Well, I can let you get back to it,” he said. “I don’t want to waste your work out time.”
As he spoke, I noticed his eyes moved down toward my chest. His gaze locked onto my cleavage for a second. Out of instinct, I pushed my chest out a little bit, making my boobs look even bigger.
In an instant, his eyes were back up to my eyes and a smirk crossed his face.
“Yo, Drake!” a young man’s voice called out from across the gym.
Drake stared at me for a second longer and then broke his gaze to acknowledge the person calling his name.
“You ready?” Drake asked the stranger.
The kid walked up and gave Drake a handshake.
“Let’s do this,” the kid said.
Then Drake turned to me before making his way to the other side of the gym to lift weights with his client.
“I’ve got a training session,” he said. “But it’s only a half an hour long. You want a free session when I’m done?”
Free session? Hell yeah!
I shrugged my shoulders and responded, “Sure, why not?”
Drake smiled and nodded, then walked away to start his training session. As he moved away from me, I admired his broad and muscular shoulders that protruded from his tight shirt.
He looked like what I had always imagined a special forces military guy would look like. Ripped, strong and authoritative.
A moist heat began to grow in my lady parts as I watched him walk across the room. In my eighteen years, I had never been so attracted to someone in such a short amount of time.
It was as though my animal instincts had taken over, telling me that I should be with an older man and forgetting the boys who were always awkwardly trying to hold my hand or give me a kiss on the cheek.
My developing body was ready for a real man; one who knew how to take control and lead me through this life. I needed a leader, a protector...
What in the hell are you thinking, Christine? I asked myself.
It seemed silly, imagining myself with this complete stranger whom I had spoken all of ten words to. But still, the attraction was undeniable and I was having a hard time putting logic into the equation.
Taking a deep breath, I turned back to the row machine and continued doing a light workout while I waited for Drake to finish his training session.
***
It felt like the longest half hour of my life, as I dilly-dallied around the gym, trying to figure out how to work the equipment. Drake was walking around, training his student and I found myself staring at him more than once.
I was pretty sure that I had caught him taking a glance or two over at me as well. We were playing a subtle game of flirtation as we each danced around the room, pretending not to notice each other.
Finally, he finished his training session. I watched as Drake said goodbye to his student and began to make his way over to where I was standing.
He smiled wide as he approached me. The moist heat in my crotch was back and I felt my pussy begin to tingle as he walked quickly toward me.
“Sorry about that,” he said. “Seems like I always have a session to do.”
I shrugged.
“It’s okay,” I said. “Sounds like a lot of people like to have you as a trainer.”
Drake chuckled as he looked me up and down once again.
“I keep pretty busy, that’s for sure,” he said, his eyes slowly moving down my body.
I wasn’t sure if he knew that I noticed him giving me a once over, or that he didn’t care.
“Is this your first time here?” he asked, his eyes finally resting on my face once again.
I nodded.
“Yea, it is. In fact, it’s my first time ever in a gym,” I said. “So, I can use all the help that I can get.’
Drake smiled and said, “Okay, well the first thing that I like to do is to go in the yoga room to stretch. They crank the heat up in there, which makes it easier on your muscles.”
After he spoke, Drake turned and headed to a room that was tucked in the back corner of the gym. I followed him without question. A burst of anxiety shot through me as I anticipated my first real work out ever.
I hope he goes easy on me...
Drake pulled the doors open to the hot yoga room and I followed him in. It felt like we were stepping into an oven and as soon as I was inside, I felt a layer of sweat build on my skin.
“Wow,” I commented. “It’s really hot in here.”
Drake raised an eyebrow and looked at me like that was the silliest thing I could have ever said.
“It is the hot yoga room,” he said, sarcastically.
I chuckled, embarrassed by my obvious statement.
The room probably could have fit thirty people, but this day, it was completely empty except for Drake and I. The floors were covered in hardwood that squeaked as I walked and when I looked up, I noticed two of the walls were completely covered in full-length mirrors.
The door closed behind us and I felt the room get hotter immediately, as we became shut off from the rest of the air-conditioned gym. Drake walked to the corner of the room and grabbed a yoga mat, laying it in the middle of the floor.
“Okay, lay down on your back,” he said.
I breathed deep, feeling the hot air enter my lungs. Then I stepped over to the mat and laid down.
Drake stood above me, towering over me and making me feel even tinier in his presence. It made me feel vulnerable as I laid at his feet, like he was in total control and I was helpless. There was something about that feeling that I liked, though. It wasn’t as intimidating as it was attractive.
“Give me your foot,” he ordered.
I lifted my leg up and Drake grabbed my foot.
“Keep your leg straight when I do this,” he said, as he began pressing my foot back toward my head.
With my leg straight, I felt the muscle on the back of my thigh begin to stretch. Drake leaned forward a bit, using some of his weight to help stretch the tight muscle.
Wow, this feels good...
As he continued leaning forward, the stretch began to loosen the muscle in my butt too. I closed my eyes, enjoying the feeling. I had never had someone help me stretch before and it felt amazing.
When I opened my eyes, I noticed that Drake was looking down at my crotch, where my tight shorts were clinging up against my pussy. I’m sure he was staring at the obvious mound created by my womanhood and I immediately began to feel self-conscious.
“I think this leg is good,” I said.
Drake brought his gaze back up to me. A look of lust was in his eyes.
Who is this guy?
As much as I was attracted to this man, I didn’t know if I could trust him completely.
Drake let go of my leg immediately and said, “Okay, other leg.”
I gave him my other foot and he did the same thing, stretching my thigh deeply and leaning his weight into me.
With Drake’s weight on top of me, I felt like a little toy doll. His strength was intense and I was amazed how he handled me, his strong hands gripping me and making me feel powerless.
Drake’s gaze moved down to my chest, where he held it there for a moment.
“Ahem,” I cleared my throat, sarcastically. “I’m up here.”
Drake didn’t say a word, though, as he broke his gaze from my chest. His facial expression didn’t change either. It was as though he did not care one bit that I had caught him staring.
I watched as he lightly licked his lips, a look of hunger crossing his face.
“Both legs now,” he said, picking my other leg up off of the ground and bringing both of my feet up to his shoulders.
Then he pressed both of my knees into my chest, stretching out my ass and my lower back. With his body pressed against mine, I felt as his crotch bumped against
my flower.
Immediately, the moist heat was back and I felt my pussy begin to throb. I moved a bit to try to readjust, but Drake kept the pressure on me, pushing me down into the yoga mat.
What’s he doing?
A part of me wanted him to stop, but a part of me also wanted him to push harder. We were both silent for a moment as he stretched me. Then suddenly, he stood up, letting my legs fall.
As soon as he was off of me, I noticed a bulge underneath his gym shorts.
Oh, my God...
I was shocked and it wasn’t because he had an erection. I was shocked by how large his erection was. Even though I could only see the bulge under the shorts, I could still tell that it was huge.
My juices began flowing even faster as I admired his manhood and I was sure that there was probably a wet spot beginning to grow on my workout shorts.
Who is this guy?
Nobody had ever made me feel like this in my entire life. I had gone on several dates and every kiss I had ever had seemed like a chore. But as I lay there on the gym floor, I felt like it wouldn’t take too much convincing for me to give up my innocence to this complete stranger.
Drake stood over me as he looked around the room. The heat was building and sweat was beginning to soak through my clothes and onto the yoga mat.
I knew that if I wanted Drake, then I was going to have to make the first move. I was sure that there were some laws or something that wouldn’t allow him to have an affair with one of his students.
“Drake,” I said, still laying on the floor. “Come here.”
Then I used my finger to motion him closer. I wanted one kiss. That was all. I wanted one simple, sweet kiss that would hopefully turn into a date with him. Then, if the date went well, maybe a second date. Then, if he turned out to be a gentleman, then maybe...and I mean maybe...I would let him take my most precious gift.
The look in Drake’s eyes one was of pure lust as he brought his knees to the ground in front of me. He stared at me for a moment, then a devilish smile crossed his face before he leaned in and began kissing me.
Our tongues dashed in and out of each other’s mouths and I leaned forward, pressing my lips against his. The kiss was passionate and intense. A brief moment of logic entered my mind as I began reminding myself that Drake was a total stranger. I had only met him just minutes before and I knew nothing of his history. I didn’t even know his last name or where he was from. For all I knew, he could have been a criminal.
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