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Fitness
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I took my workouts at a local fitness club seriously, I stubbornly refused
to go in there looking like a fashion plate from a sportswear catalogue.
Instead , I wore my old, baggy sweat pants and loose t-shirt. I wasn't
there to pick up on guys like those sweet young things in coordinated
Spandex. My hair was pulled back in a grim pontytail, my face devoid of
makeup.
I almost regretted it when I saw the new fitness trainer. He was a
marvel of hard, chisled muscles. A lean, perfectly created sculpture of
manhood at its stunning best. His hair was dark, and unlike so many
muscle-men who frequented the gym, his smile was quick and easy. He
seemed unaware of the stares cast at him from all the luscious young
things who were now pretending as if they had no idea how to work the
equipment.
I could hardly blame them! But I wasn't there to pick up guys. I re-
minded myself with a smile as I began my free-weight routine. I was
doing bench presses and almost dropped the bar on my throat when a
pair of well-muscled legs appeared by my head. My eyes traveled up
the tan thighs and stopped impressed by the bulge between them.
"Need a spotter?" asked a deep, friendly voice.
I quickly lowered my eyes, hoping I hadn't been caught in my bold
inspection. "Sure," I gasped.
When I finished my set he helped me replace the bar, which really
wasn't necessary. I sat up, wiping the sweat from my face with a towel
and smiled at him.
"Thanks" I said coolly, not wanting him to know that I was hot for
his body, just like every other female in there.
"You're welcome." he said, the warmth in his voice making my body
temperature rise another notch.
Just then, one of the Spandex girls with fluffy hair came over asking
Patrick to spot her. He affably agreed and threw me another smile,
shrugging his muscular shoulders helplessly.
I had reserved one of the racquetball courts, but my usual partner
didn't show up. I was just walking away when Patrick appeared.
"Going to play racquetball?" he asked.
"I was going to, but my partner didn't show up," I said in disgust.
"I can fill in." he volunteered.
"Oh, can you?" I asked. Hopeful in more ways then one.
"That's what I am here for, to make the members happy."
I could have sworn I saw him wink when he said it, but his face
was all innocence, so I figured I must have been mistaken. I accepted
his offer, thinking it didn't take much to make this member happy!
I was happy just to be in the same room with that body for the next
hour.
Patrick was a good racquetball player, much stronger than my regular
partner, and I was getting a better workout then usual. My clothing
was soaked and the perspiration was flying. I had to wonder what
idiot it was said women don't sweat....Patrick scored another point. I
threw the ball to serve.
"You look hot." he said. stating the obvious. Maybe you should take
off your shirt."
Sure, why not, I thought. It's not like I don't have my sports bra
on underneath. I took off my shirt and threw it in the corner and his
shirt joined mine. When I turned to look at him I almost gasped out
loud, his chest was nothing short of breath-taking.
"Maybe your sweat pants, too," Patrick said, looking all helpful, but
failing to entirely conceal a leer.
I was surprised to see the lustful gleam in his eye, and even more
surprised when I responded, as if hypnotized. I was only wearing
my panties beneath my sweat pants, but I found myself slowly re-
moving them anyway. He smiled wickedly and then removed his
own shorts. I felt the heat rise in my belly even as my nipples stood
out,as though suddenly chilled. I just stared.
When he served the ball I couldn't respond and it just bounced off
the wall and rolled across the floor. I bent over to retrieve it and
suddenly felt a hot, hard length of man pressed against my ass. I
left the ball where it was and slowly straightening, I lean back
against Patrick's hard chest, grinding myself against him. He reached
in front of me and pushed my bra up so his hands could have full
access to my freed breasts.. He squeezed and massaged them until
my nipples were hard enough to cut glass and my pussy hot enough
to melt it.
He moved me to the wall and turned me around to face him. I ran
my hands over his hard chest and down his ridged belly until I en-
countered the head of his rock-hard cock peeking out from the band
of his jock-strap. I circled the head lightly with my fingertip,
making him groan. I pushed his jock-strap down past his balls and
then cupped then in my hand. I encircled the shaft of his cock with
my other hand and began to move it up and down.
"Stop!" he grasped after a few moments. He grabbed my hand
and said "I want to be inside you."
I smiled teasingly and asked, "Do you give such personal attention
to all the members of the club?"
"No, I just had to see what you were hiding beneath all those
baggy clothes," he said as he pushed my panties down and slipped
his finger between my lips. Encounting my pulsing clit, he slid his
finger back and forth.
"Oh, that feels so good." I moaned.
"You're so wet." he whispered in my ear, "and so hot," he added,
making my juices flow even faster. He plunged a long finger into
my pussy making me gasp and arch my back. Suddenly, he with-
drew his hand, making me groan in frustration. He pulled me to
him and my breasts slid over his chest, our sweat a natural and
sexy lubricant. He put his mouth on mine, our tongues met, re-
treated, met again. I ground my hips against him, begging for more.
"Now." I panted. "Fill me up now."
We fell to the floor together. He leaned against the wall in a
sitting position and pulled me on top of him. I put a hand on
either side of his head and supported myself against the wall as I
sank slowly, inch by inch onto his hot cock. I felt so full I
thought I would die from the pleasure of it and began to ride him,
my ass bouncing on his thighs, his pubic hair ticking my clit.
He gripped my ass hard, and as I watched his face I increased
my speed, raising and lowering my pussy on his cock in long
strokes. I was really sweating now. I was gripped by a jolt of
pure ecstasy as my orgasm took me over. And even as I still
throbbed and contracted around his hard cock, I felt it expand
inside me and heard him crying out his pleasure.
When the last small aftershocks of our orgasms had faded, I
looked down at him and said smiling, "I definitely reached my
target heart rate today!"
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