It was 2am and I had nothing better to do. I couldn’t sleep so I decided to go to the gym for a workout. I thought I would be alone, but I was mistaken. This gorgeous woman from my yoga class was already here long before I showed up. I was changing into my gym clothes in the locker room as she came in, already perspiring. She reached in her locker for her water bottle and smiled warmly at me. Just the one glance made my heart skip a beat. She bent down to fix her shoelaces and I sneakily checked out her ass in her tight shorts. Not a panty line in sight. I wondered if she was wearing any. I took a deep breath and let it out slowly, trying to calm down. I didn’t want to draw her attention.
Her day routine is very similar to mine. First cardio, then the ab machine, on to yoga, then the sauna. It’s hard to concentrate when she is too close to me. It’s like she radiates sexual energy. I keep a fair distance away, even though I can’t keep my eyes off her. Our gym has mirrors all around the room, each station tightly packed together. Everywhere I go, she seems to be close by. This place is crowded during the day. I frequently run into her although we’ve never actually spoken. I don’t even know her name. Tonight it was just the two of us. It seems both of our routines were off.
After a few painful minutes on the elliptical, I stretched and then went to the squat machine. Out of all the places she could go, she picked the treadclimber right in front of me. The sight of her perfectly sculpted bottom flexing with each turn drove me crazy. Her toned calves glistened as she pushed and pulled. Her tiny gym shorts were sticking to her skin. Each arch of her thighs made them ride up higher, sketching an outline of her pussy.
Luckily, I’d only set the weights at 50lbs; otherwise I would have surely fallen. At my third rep of squats, my thighs burned intensely. I felt my pussy moisten with each lift as I stared at her physique. I wondered if she was tormenting me on purpose. My mind raced with lustful thoughts as I watched her from behind, until I couldn’t stand it any more. I left the machine abruptly, the weights clanking.
I went straight to the sauna and breathed deep, my sweat dripping down my neck as I leaned my head back. I took my hair down, still damp from all my hard work. The scent of my conditioner permeated the steam. The heat was so soothing. Suddenly, she opened the door and entered the muggy room. My nerves jangled as she sat down.
“Why are you always running away from me?” she asked with a smile. Before I could even come up with a response, she leaned closer. I was at a loss for words. She placed her hands around my face and pressed her lips against mine, gently. She moved her hands lower, caressing my breasts. I gripped the seat nervously as I kissed her back, tentatively at first, but with growing confidence.
She straddled me and looked deep in my eyes. “Answer me,” she said sternly. “Why are you always running away from me?”
“Because… you make me nervous!” I stammered. She kissed me again.
“I know you want me,” she grinned. “I always see you watching me.” I nodded in agreement. “I like it when you watch me,” she added, kissing me again. She peeled off my tank top, exposing my bare breasts. Long tendrils of my hair came loose and stuck to my shoulders. She took off her own top and threw it aside. The heat from the sauna made our bodies slippery as we pressed together.
I reached around her to grab her bottom. Her tiny shorts were soaked. “I want to feel your fingers inside me,” she murmured. I slipped my hand inside her shorts to feel her pussy, which was soaking wet. I had been right; she wasn’t wearing panties. My excitement grew as she ground her hips, rocking against my hand. I slid two fingers inside her, as she held on tight to me. I could feel her hot walls constricting already. I hooked my fingers inward, pressing her sweet spot. She leaned in to kiss me again, nipping my bottom lip. The heat of the sauna was so intense, I could barely breathe. I fingered her harder and harder, feeling her body tense and quiver. She let out a long moan of pleasure as she came all over my hand. I kept my fingers inside her, feeling her drenched slot pulsating.
She eased herself off my lap and knelt down, tugging my pants down, my soaked panties rolling down with them. She left them around my ankles, restraining me from moving. She grasped my hips, pulling me closer to her face as she ran her tongue up my thigh, then lifted my legs up and ducked between them, my pants now stretched over her back. Her dazzling eyes fixed on mine as she kissed my pussy. Her tongue waved from left to right, spreading my lips apart. I could feel beads of sweat trickle down my chest as I arched my back, basking in the sweet sensation of her mouth.
She eased her tongue inside me, the tip encircling my juiced-up opening. Her sexy moans vibrated over my flesh, driving me to my peak. My body twitched and shook at each sensation from her whirling tongue, until I came all over her succulent mouth. I sat her up and kissed her reverently, tasting my fresh sweetness from her lips.
We were both drenched. I opened the door to let in the cool air, a rising cloud of steam spiraling out. The wooden seats were soaked, the marks telling the story of our liaison.
She gathered up her clothes and handed me my tank top. I grabbed some towels. Our eyes still fixed on each other, we wrapped ourselves up, giggling. She came closer and helped me tuck in my towel, tilted up my chin and stole a kiss.
“See you in yoga class,” she said. I nodded and smiled, not trusting myself to speak.
