Real curves?
Now, that’s a whole different story.
She’s wearing a pair of leggings that cling to her thick thighs and perfectly accentuate the curve of her ass. Her top half is encased in a pink and black Lycra top, but despite the stretchy materials best efforts to keep her breasts contained those babies are almost spilling out.
With one hand she brushes away strands of honey and sunshine hair that have worked their way out of her ponytail and with the other she prods at the machine as if she expects it to blow up in her face.
Yup, perfect opening. It’s my job to ensure that all my clients have the best experience possible. I make my way over to her.
She hears my footsteps and whips her head around. Hell, the last time I saw eyelashes that long they were on a camel. And her eyes are enormous pools of surprised caramel. And her lips… Her lips are plump and red. Jesus, I can already imagine what they’ll feel like wrapped around my dick. My cock feels hot and hard inside my tracks. Down boy. I’m too old to be getting a hard-on just by looking at random chicks.
I arrive by her side and her cheeks are on fire. Fuck, that’s so fucking cute. We stare at each other. There is a noise from the reception area and it pulls me out of my hypnotized state. Fuck, I’m at work, and I need to chill before I do something I can’t take back. But there is something about this woman that just makes me want to throw her on the rubber floor and fuck her hard. I can see her, hair wild, both her mouth and pussy swollen, red and open begging me to fuck her again and again until she drips with my cum.
I don’t know what she sees in my eyes, but suddenly she crosses her arms over her chest and steps off the machine so quickly, her breasts bounce. My eyes follow them. They are full. Very full. I think of her: naked and impaled on my cock, while I pull those heavy breasts to my mouth and suck both nipples at the same time. It’s clear she’s embarrassed to be caught without any idea of what she’s doing, but fuck me, I feel light-headed with raw lust for her.
Instead of my usual professional smile, I’m fucking sure I must be wearing a shit eating grin. “Can I help you?”
She drags her gaze from mine, and I see all kinds of thoughts fly across her flustered face. Her lips part, and she tears her teeth through that soft bottom lip.
“Er…yes.” She points to the machine. “I just…Well…” She shakes her head. “I have no idea how this thing works,” she confesses.
Somebody fucked up, but I’m not going to complain. This woman is a goddess. I am close enough to feel the heat coming from her body. I clear my throat. “Didn’t you get an induction session when you joined?”
She looks up at me through those thick lashes. “Yeah,” she admits sheepishly. “But it was a long time ago and I haven’t come in since…”
“No problem. We get a lot of that here.” The turmoil inside my body doesn’t show in my voice. It sounds light and teasing.
She grins suddenly, and her whole face lights up. I stare at her in amazement. Where has this woman been all my life? “If you want to step onto the machine I can show you how to work it,” I suggest.
“I don’t want to take up your time…” she mumbles, looking unsure and hopeful at the same time.
I gesture around the room and raise my eyebrows. “Does it look like I’m busy?”
She looks down and a strand of silky hair falls over her face. I have to fight the urge not to reach out and brush it away. “Trust me, it’s my job to make sure that everyone has a great work out.”
“Fair point,” she concedes, and climbs onto the machine once more.
My eyes stray to her breasts. I want to lick them.
“So, how do I work this thing properly?” she asks.
I stop staring at her like a love-struck puppy. “Let me just…” I reach out and press the green start button. The treadmill begins to move beneath her. My arm brushes against hers as I go to increase the speed, and the brief contact sends a shiver of desire through my system. She seems to notice it too. Because she jumps away.
“Oh, right.” She nods, her eyes carefully averted from mine. She doesn’t seem to want me to leave quite yet, though.
“So this button controls the speed, and this one here, the incline.” I explain all the other functions so she will be able to input her own details into her workout program. “And this red lever here is to make an emergency stop,” I finish.
“Right got it.” She licks her lips and I feel heat flare up in my groin. “So, you…uh, work here?” she asks.
“No, it’s mine,” I say simply. I put down all I owned into this building on my twenty-seventh birthday. That was just under a year ago now. Since then, I’ve worked my butt off and made all kinds of changes. The place is flourishing, I’m happy to report.
“Oh, really?” She turns to me, impressed and genuinely interested. She presses the button that brings the machine to a halt, and leans against the side of it. Like she’s ready for a conversation instead of a workout. I grin at her forthrightness. I like this girl. I like her a lot.
“Yeah, for a year now,” I shrug, playing it cool. “You must have joined before I took over.” I cock an eyebrow. “I would have loved to have overseen your induction and drawn up a program to make you sweat.”
Her pupils flare up at the innuendo. “Yeah, I would have liked that too,” she whispers breathlessly.
Whoa, I feel her desire like an electric bolt in my gut. “You want me to go through the induction again? Just while I have you to myself…”
“Sure, why not?” There’s a flirtatious edge to her voice that tells me she’s enjoying my attention. I can’t imagine she’s lacking attention. Looking like that, she must get mobbed with dudes looking for her number.
“Okay, so, let’s start over by the weights,” I suggest, pointing in the direction of the free weights section.
She screws up her nose. “I don’t know if I want to use weights. I don’t want to get all big and bulky.”
“You won’t,” I assure her. “Women tend to lean out when they lift weights. Unless you’re taking a lot of steroids it’s pretty hard for someone like you to look like a bodybuilder.”
“Oh, okay.” She smiles, relaxing. I love her smile. “So, what should I do with them?” She eyes the rack almost fearfully and I struggle not to laugh. It’s really adorable. She’s looking at everything in here as if it might turn around and bite a chunk out of her. When the only thing she had to be worried about getting bitten by is me. Because I am dying to bite her. Her lip, her neck, her clit… I want to mark her. I want to look at the marks on her body and know I did that!
I push the crazy assed thought from my head.
What the ever-living hell is wrong with me? Mark a woman? I just about manage a couple of one night stands every few months once. I don’t have time for a real relationship right now. Luckily, she’s still looking down at the weights and hasn’t see the hungry expression on my face. She leans down to pick up a pair of three-pound dumbbells, testing the weight of them in her hands, before turning to me.
“Like what would I do with these?” she asks.
I reach out to take the weights from her. Our fingers touch for the briefest moment and I’m paralyzed by how good her skin feels next to mine. God, I want her so much, it hurts. I struggle to reorient myself. This is ridiculous. I’m supposed to give a client a good gym experience, and here I am practically panting after her. “These are best for upper-body work. They’re pretty light, but you have to start with what you feel comfortable with. You might want to pick up the weight for lower body stuff though…”
I pick out a pair of eight-pound weights and hand them to her, and she tests them, but doesn’t seem to find them too heavy.
“Lower body?” she echoes.
My eyes drift helplessly down to her legs, the way the leggings hug her curvy calves and those thighs. I imagine opening them. Wide.
“What kind of stuff would that entail?”
“Squats, deadlifts, lunges,” I repl
y, trying to keep my head straight. “You want me to show you a few of them?”
“Go ahead.” She cocks her head at me, and I take the weights and put them back on the stand. I wonder if she has any idea what kind of effect she’s having on me. The way she’s looking at me is practically scorching me, and when I turn back to her she’s stepped a little closer to me than she was before. I can smell her perfume, sweet and vanilla-scented, and I have to fucking fight the urge to bury my face into her neck and take her right then and there.
“So, squats.” I move behind her. “You want to show me what you think a squat should look like?”
“Sure.” She shrugs, and drops down between her feet and up again. Even though her form isn’t great, her ass looks fantastic as she slowly rises back up. I have to force myself from running my hand across it’s generous curve.
“Okay.” I let out the long breath I didn’t realize I’d been holding. “So we want to be careful when you’re going into squats. Keep your back straight and your hips low…”
“Show me?” she says. Fuck, how can anyone make those two words sound so fucking dirty.
I move to step around her to show her my form, but she shakes her head.
“No, on me. I’ll need to have a practical comparison if I’m ever going to get this right.”
She backs up a little towards me, and I place my hands gingerly on her hips. Damn, she feels good. Warm and soft and tempting. Does she know what she’s doing to me? At this point, she must have some kind of idea. I guide her hips down and she lets me, and I have the sudden image of doing this very same motion except that she’s on top of me, riding me, and letting me set the pace. I feel my cock beginning to harden beneath my sweats once more. I’m not sure how much longer I can take this.
I decide to push my luck, and run my hand up her back too. Her bare skin is beneath my fingers for a moment, the curve and arch of her spine hypnotic.
“Okay, so hips low, back straight,” I say, and realize my voice has taken on a choked-up edge that is only present when I’m crazy-turned on. She backs up another inch towards me, to test out the position, and gets a little lower. My hands are still on her hips but my eyes are trained directly onto that gorgeous ass. Fuck, I’d love to see it bouncing up and down while she slams her pussy on my cock with her back to me.
And then, as she comes back up, her butt brushes right up against my erection. She must have felt it; I jerk away from her in surprise, hoping to God that she’s not going to sue me for harassment, but instead she turns around and I see a flash of desire in her eyes. She bites her pillowy bottom lip, and lets her eyes drift daringly down to my cock and then back up to my face again. Fuck, that was deliberate. She wants what I want.
“Will you spend the night with me?” I hear myself asking.
“Where do you live?” she asks.
“Walking distance,” I reply, jerking my head upwards. My voice is hoarse and my gaze is glued onto her eyes, as though the spell might be broken and she might change her mind if I look away even for a second. But the look on her face tells me she’s certain about this. As certain as I am. My cock is so hard it practically aches as it strains against the confines of my underwear. I want to grab her right now, bend her over one of the machines, and fuck her deep and hard, but I know I can’t risk that. Besides, I want to take my time with her. I want to show her just how obsessed I am with every inch of her body, every single delicious curve.
“You want to come back to my place?” I suggest, knowing that one of us has to say it eventually.
She bites her lip and nods, letting her eyes run down my body and lingering at my groin.
I can’t believe this is happening. A sexy-as-fuck woman strolls into my gym, gets me hard, and then tells me she wants to come back to my place and take care of that for me. It’s the stuff of fantasies, but this is far from a dream.
“Let’s go,” I mutter.
A smile creeps up her lips once more, and I go to unlock the back door so the two of us don’t have to worry about sneaking past the receptionist. The last thing I need is any of my staff knowing about this. As we hurry to the door, she slips her hand into mine. It’s a small, soft hand and I feel myself melt a little. Okay, this is going to be a good night.
A very good night indeed.
Chapter 7
Dawn
As soon as we’re through the door of his apartment, he pushes me back against the door, and kisses me roughly. My head is spinning as his tongue thrusts past my lips and into my mouth. In a hot frenzy I run my hands down his strong arms as though clinging on for dear life. I can’t believe this is happening.
I can’t believe this is happening.
Anonymous sex. Whoa! This kind of this never happens to me. Wait till I tell Lisa. She’ll have a heart attack. I’ve never done anything like this before in my life but then, I’ve never been so instantly into a guy in my life before either. Just the sight of him, calmly making his way towards me through the gym, was enough to get my pulse racing.
A little flirt wouldn’t hurt, I’d told myself, and before I knew it I was grinding up against his cock next to the free weights and wondering how quickly I could get him back to my apartment. I’m glad we ended up here, though. There’s something about the danger and unknown quantity of a stranger’s place that really allows me to let go. Instead of worrying about whether the laundry has been put away, the toilet floor is clean enough, I can just concentrate on what this man is doing to my body.
He’s so hot. I don’t even know his name and he doesn’t know mine, but it doesn’t matter. All I need from him right now is his touch, his body, and that thick, hard cock I felt through his pants. He presses himself against me as though reading my thoughts and I hook one leg behind him, pulling him in close, and grind against his erection.
Fuck, he must be big.
I can feel him straining through the fabric of his sweat pants. My body is aching for him to be inside of me already. He groans with pleasure, loud enough that it echoes around the apartment. He slips his hand beneath my ass and hitches me up so that I can wrap my legs around him completely. I gasp as he lifts me off the ground. He’s so strong, so powerful, so in-control, and for a few minutes I lose myself to the mind-blowing kiss.
He kisses like he’s kissed a lot of women before me. I feel a twinge of jealousy even though I know that’s ridiculous. I just want him all to myself. I rake my nails across his back, feeling the muscles flex as he holds me upright. The way he is holding me up makes me feel delicate and small. Everything feels perfect and all I can think about is how amazing a guy like him, one who could no doubt have any gym bunny he wanted, actually seems to be into a woman like me.
Hidden depths, I guess…
He pulls me away from the door and carries me towards what I assume is his bedroom. Kicking the door open, he throws me down onto the bed. I giggle as I land. This is so much fun and we’re barely gotten started yet. I sit up but he pushes me down. He gets on top of me and this time his hands are travelling hungrily all over my body like he wants to commit every inch of me to memory.
I know exactly how he feels. I trace my fingers over his muscles, across his skin, reveling in the smooth feel of it, losing myself to it. I brush my fingers through his short brown hair, pulling his head back so I can look at him once more, as though to remind myself that yes, this is actually happening and yes, this is actually real. He has a light smattering of stubble that I know is going to leave a rash on my face, and his blue eyes look dark in the light of this room.
He stares at me for a moment, as though he’s doing the same thing, and then lunges in to kiss me once more, pressing his lips against my neck, finding that sensitive spot where my throat meets my ear and lingering there for a moment. My toes curl in my sneakers. Fuck. Fuck.
He moves back and hooks his fingers into the top of my leggings.
Am I glad I have all that champagne still swishing about in my bloodstream. It sure helps to take the edge of my nervousne
ss. Any other time I would have been so panicked at the thought of letting a total stranger, especially this divinely perfect specimen of masculinity unwrap me and see all the imperfections that lie underneath. But the alcohol mixed with the heady desire is enough to keep me in the moment as he begins to roll my leggings down.
Thank God, I wore a marginally cute pair of panties this evening. I watch as he slips down between my legs, not once taking his eyes off the flesh that is slowly being revealed to him. He pulls off my shoes and socks one by one before tugging my leggings off the bottom of my feet. He works his way up slowly, leaning down to kiss my foot before working up my calves, and finally kissing his way up the inside of my thigh.
I swear to God every muscle in my body contracts at the sweetness of his touch, and I ache to feel his mouth somewhere a little more satisfying, but he seems determined to make me wait. I sure as hell don’t want to rush this, but I feel as if I am going out of my mind with desire.
“Your legs were the first thing I noticed about you,” he murmurs, running his hands up and down my thighs a few more times as though he can’t get enough of them. I close my eyes and press my head back into the pillow, letting out a soft moan. There’s something so crazy-intoxicating about being wanted like this, more than any amount of champagne could ever have done for me.
“Well, and your ass,” he grins at me playfully, and I know what’s coming an instant before he does it; he grabs my ankles and flips me over, so I land in the soft mess of the comforter with a little squeal of excitement.
“Mmm…” He groans from behind me, and I look back to watch him running his hands over my ass, massaging my flesh hungrily, like it’s all he’s ever wanted. He leans down and closes his eyes and kisses that spot right where my thigh meets my butt and I feel something melt inside me. Okay, this guy is good. This guy is way good. I love how confident he is, how much fun he seems to be having, how he seems desperate to get to know every inch of me. At this moment, I know that I’d do anything in the world this guy asks of me. I’ve never been so wet in my life, and he hasn’t so much as taken my panties off yet.
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