Gym Crush

Wednesday

I could feel his presence before my eyes landed on his physique. His jawline somehow protruded into my peripheral vision, stalking me with feline stealth.

I pretended not to notice, casually dropping my phone and sweater on the floor and stretching as I peered nonchalantly out the window, watching the rain stream down the glass.

I came to the floor on hands and knees, carefully positioning myself for a view of my rear. I began my warm-up. I felt his gaze travelling over the contours of my ass.

Feeling a sense of anticipation building, I still didn’t allow myself to look. A subtle electrical current trickled across the back of my neck as I got to my feet and walked over to the free weights section. Sensing his attention was broken, I turned and allowed my eyes to hover for a brief moment, as he busied himself tidying away some equipment.

He moved like a tiger, quietly confident and determined. His physique was athletic, defined in the shoulders and chest, yet undemonstrative. His fair hair was scraped back, revealing a tattoo on the side of his neck. I noted his attire carried the gym logo of the in-house Personal Trainers.

I suddenly felt a shyness welling up, remembering the reality of my gym presentation – un-showered, un-brushed hair, and my jogging gear. I plugged in my earphones and turned my attention to my strength training regime.

When I next paused to sip my water, he was gone.

Thursday

I tried to pretend to myself that I wasn’t wondering if I would see him again. Although truth be told, I wore my best gym gear and brushed my hair…. just in case.

As I entered the gym, I clocked him in the corner training with a female client, so I positioned myself across the other side for easy observation.

His client was a female of around 30, with a radiant sun kissed glow, perfectly proportioned peachy ass and long blonde hair tied in a ponytail. It dawned on me that he probably interacts with buff young women day in-day out.

I sighed, giving myself a virtual slap back to reality and resolving to take my own workout more seriously. I felt a little deflated, although managed to hype myself up in the hope that it wasn’t anything that a dose of endorphins couldn’t remedy.

I was just catching my breath and fetching some extra plates for the dumbbell when I turned to see him standing right in front of me.

“How’s your workout going?” he asked in a friendly tone.

Well, I’m one of those predictable January joiners… so still getting used to it all really”

“We’re here to help, so any questions just ask” he smiled with a twinkle in his eye

“Thanks, I might take you up on that!” I returned his smile, feeling a pulse of warmth as our eyes met.

Strolling through the gym doors to the car park, an ooey gooey gushiness coursed through my veins….. My mind started whirring…. he had professional edge about him – I pondered how I might break through his cool exterior. I did love a challenge….. that really did get my juices flowing.

Friday

I was wet, and it wasn’t sweat that was dripping between my legs. I hovered straddling the machine, anticipation building as I lowered my body into place. I engaged my thighs and pumped. I sensed him checking me out from across the room. Was I hunter or prey? I needed to find out.

It was nearly closing time and I had squeezed every last little drip out of my workout. My determination was at a primal level. It reminded me of the scene in Sex and the City when Samantha visits the fancy raw restaurant to prey on the hot waiter (Smith), and she outwaits all the other female customers until closing time. I heard him chatting to some clients

on their way out. I purposefully loitered, waiting for everyone to leave.

Prepping myself for some pull-ups, I heard the door click close, and the music stopped. The gym felt eerily still all of a sudden. I heard his footsteps approach behind me, and a chill passed up my spine like a cool peppermint rush.

“Someone’s working out late I see….”

He was leaning on the machine nearby, dangling a set of keys in one hand.

“I’m nearly done I promise”

“That’s lucky as I was about to physically intervene”

“Perhaps I should stay then….”

I turned to meet his gaze. He said nothing, yet the air practically sizzled between us.

He ran his fingers over his chin and lower lip, sizing up the situation.

“Need any help with your last couple of reps?”

“Guess you could check my posture”

He nodded and moved closer. I could smell him, a blend of oud, sea salt and cardamom. There’s something magic about pheromones that makes sweat smell like roses.

I managed 5 pull-ups with my arms trembling on the last…..

“Go on, you can manage one more”

My jaw clenched with the effort, only making it half-way then I felt his hands land on my waist. He hoisted me up to the bar, supporting my weight until I touched down. His hands didn’t move from my hips, his breath tickled my neck.

“It’s time to lock up” he whispered in a low voice.

“I know” I said casually, but didn’t move.

I felt him move closer until he was almost pressed against me. His hands grasped my hips more firmly now, and I released my grip on the bar to remove my hairband, letting my long hair pour down over my shoulders. Grasping the bar, I breathlessly waited for him to devour me. Just when I couldn’t stand the tension a second longer, he took me in his arms, growling as he grazed my neck with his teeth. I arched my back in ecstatic abandon, letting out a moan.

I could feel his hard cock pressing into me, and in wicked excitement I swivelled around, straddling him by pulling myself up on the bar. Our lips found each other, and he clawed at my hair, teasing my head back until I lost myself in the dance of limbs and saliva, not sure which part of my body was which anymore. I think I might have been dribbling as he kissed my exposed neck. I started writhing and every movement I made felt like heaven, as I subtly rubbed my clit against him.

His strong hands sculpted my contours, embracing the softness of my butt cheeks while his fingertips deliciously caressed my inner thighs. I pawed at his vest top like a wild animal, licking his chest whilst emitting purring sounds, that reverbed against the cool metal machines.

My nails tracked the undulating muscles of his back, scratching behind his ears and whispering hypnotically in snake tongue, his breath pulsed and echoed through the space.

He pushed me up against the wall, pausing to observe my facial expression as I slithered my toes down to solid ground. I met his eyes, shivering under his gaze. His eyes lit up with a wolfish gleam, glinting amber from the shadows.

“Hey tiger, I think you need a shower to cool off.”

I let my teeth show in a mischievous half smile, “make me.”

I peeled my body away from his, keeping eye contact. I slowly backed away from him, turning and disappearing behind the machines.

I was slinking across the other side of the gym, when his hand stealthily closed around my wrist from behind, pulling me into an arm lock against him.

“This way tiger” he breathed into my ear from behind.

He loosened his hold to lead me into the changing rooms, and when we reached the lockers, I pushed him away playfully, “Stay here, no peeking now!”

I disappeared behind a row of lockers with just my head in view and pulled my top over my head while he stood grinning across from me. We laughed as I swung my top around my head cowgirl style, feeling giddy as the last of my clothes landed in a messy pile on the floor. I gave him a knock-out look before tip toeing into the showers, turning on the hot water and drenching my sweaty body and felt a steamy satisfaction soak through my muscles.

Suddenly the lights switched off. A faint glow pooled through the door of the locker room. I allowed my spine to lean against the cool wall tiles as I waited, listening intently to the sound of shower water trickling around my feet.

After a timeless silence, the dark abyss of his silhouette stepped into the door frame, the outline of his naked form burning with desire. His dark figure crept across the wet floor, vapours rising. As he advanced, a rippling mirage in the mist, my body twitched and trembled, until my knees gave way and I glided down the slippery tiles. Sinking to my knees, I melted open wide.

My eyes were lowered, and I saw his feet walk up in front of me. I was flooded with the impulse to throw myself at his feet, longing to feel his cock in my mouth, and hear his groans of delight. I looked up at him through the haze, water dripping into my eyes as I struggled to make out his features in the gloom. I knew he was observing me, and an irresistible command moved through me. I kneeled between his legs, softly massaging up his shapely calves and then flicking my tongue up the inside of his thighs until I brushed my face against his shaft and balls, letting it become a dance until my mouth enveloped him. Transfixed, I let him glide into my mouth, softly moaning with jet streams of pleasure pouring through my pussy.

I felt him rocking against the rhythm of my motions, and my pussy throbbed with excitement.

Suddenly, without warning he pulled away, stroking my hair as he caught his breath.

“I want to hear the sounds you make when you lose control.”

His words were deep and thick, and I felt them trickle down my throat, lubricating my cells like warm honey. Somewhere within me a key turned, and I knew that Pandora’s box had been opened.

Summoned to my feet, I rose willingly, and his strong arms guided me to face the wall. I leaned my hands on the tiles, watching a trickle of water running off the tip of my nose and splashing on my toes below. I suddenly felt so small and fragile, a naked wall flower being observed.

My mind quietened, as the sound of water gradually washed over the edges of my resistance, slowly softening my being. I noticed that the sensations of my body were dissolving into oceanic waves that shimmered and shuddered through me. His hands began to tickle the peachy crevasses of my butt cheeks and I felt the petals of my orchid unfolding with a juicy majesty.

His fingers travelled along the folds of my dewy lips, and I shuddered as he skimmed across the pearly jewel of my clitoris. The opening to my vulva pulsated with a soundless song that called him in. The head of his cock teased around my entrance, and I let out an involuntary sound, clawing at the tiles. I took a sharp intake of breath as he hovered at my opening, and my fingers frantically slipped against the wall, scrabbling for something to hold on to.

My spine arched at the precipice before the descent, and as he glided into me, I dissolved, my breasts quivering against the wall. He paused a few inches into me, and an overwhelming hunger arose to be fully penetrated, obliterating me in a single cataclysmic thrust. I attempted to move back towards him, but he held me steady. In that moment of tension, a primal longing began to shake me from the core, and I didn’t fight it, I just let it move through me. Guttural sounds emerged from my lips, and his strong hands enclosed my breasts so I could lean against him.

As he dived deeper into me, climbing to the tigers eye of my cervix, I came undone in a single unravelling breath. Tremoring like a deer, I exhaled into deeper and deeper realms of myself. Any residue of fear became a music that played the instrument of my body in ecstatic melodies. My tears merged into the stream of pooling water at our feet. Our bodies rocked together, and I felt him convulsing in powerful spasms, his muscles contracting and releasing in endless waves. My face was pressed up against the wall with his arms almost crushing me, and I felt strangely peaceful as if floating in the realm of the betwixt. I don’t know how long we stayed there.

After the ripples of ecstasy had subsided, we slid together down the tiled wall, landing into a liquid puddle of elation. We synced our breath in an endless play of humming pleasure.

Post work-out glow had never felt so good.