Gym
Romp
It was a hot sticky Saturday afternoon on Norfolk, VA. The temperature
had reached 95 degrees so far, and the humidity was usually high,
turning the air heavy with wet heat. Saturday afternoon usually found
me in the gym and this Saturday was no exception. And since there
was no air-conditioning and few windows, the gym was sweltering and
I was sweating rivulets of salt filled plasma from every pore in my
body. But working out was my obsession, it helped me keep the weight
off and it felt good to feel the tension in my hardened muscles. I
usually worked out for at least two hours Monday through Saturday
without fail, alternating between muscle groups for maximum effect;
today was back and shoulders.
It was about 2:30pm and I had the gym to myself, which wasn’t
unusual for a weekend afternoon; everyone on the sprawling Navy base—the
largest in the world—was either sunning themselves on the beaches
of nearby Virginia Beach or standing duty. But not me, I had no personal
life to speak of. I had few real friends, and no girlfriend, hadn’t
had one for quite some time. Sex was something I only dreamed about
while whacking off to a porn tape. When I wasn’t working, I spent
most of time alone, which I preferred being an introvert, but I got
extremely lonely for the company of a woman, but seemed to have little
luck attracting attention.
Anyway, as I was finishing up a set of lateral pull-down’s the
door to the gym swung open and in she walked. She appeared not to
notice me at first as she threw her bag down and begin to stretch
at the far end of the gym. She was beautiful! Certainly more striking
than any women I had seen in the gym for a while. She was wearing
loose fitting shorts which showed off her tightly muscled medium tanned
legs and nicely rounded ass to good advantage, and a tank-top which
barely managed to encase her large breasts, which sat high and proud
on her chest. She had long auburn colored hair, which she wore in
a loose ponytail down her back. She was too far away for me to ascertain
the color of her eyes but I soon discovered they were a startlingly
beautiful medium brown, with streaks of white and flecks of gold throughout.
Not wanting to be caught staring I tore my eyes away from her and
concentrated on my next set. When I finished I looked over to where
she had been stretching, she was gone, but her bag was still there,
and I breathed a sigh of relief; I needed the diversion her presence
would provide. I searched the gym with my eyes and found her two machines
over at the lateral row station. She was struggling through a set
of rows; her posture was all wrong, and her technique was unpolished.
She looked over at me and smiled, the most beautiful smile, and I
nodded in return, my heart beating wildly in my chest.
As I was finishing up my last set of shoulder presses for the day,
she wondered over to me introduced herself and asked me if I would
spot her on the bench press. My heart leapt into my throat, and for
seconds I could not manage a response. I recovered quickly and promptly
agreed to help her. She (her name was Christina) was doing bench presses
and wanted me to spot her all the way down and back up again. Christina
explained that she has just stared working out and didn’t know
her limits yet. When she lay down on the bench her large breasts rolled
up from her chest like two beautiful mountains peaks. I knew in order
to spot her correctly my hands would have to be close to the center
of the bar and that meant touching Christina’s breasts with the
back of my hands.
I explained to her that I would help control the weight by slowly
lowering the bar to her chest then back up, resting the bar for a
couple seconds on her chest in order to build muscle resistance. Being
the gentleman, I also explained to her that in order to provide the
most help the placement of my hands would have to be in the middle
of the bar, and that they would come in contact with her breasts,
and to my surprise, she indicated that that was okay.
On the first few repetitions she needed little help, and my hands
barely touched her swelled orbs, but by the fifth repetition the back
of my hands were resting on her breasts as she struggled with the
weight; I could feel the soft heaviness of them and by the end of
the set my cock was embarrassingly hard. I tried to hide my hard-on
as best I could but I saw Christina’s gaze wander down to my
crouch as she sat up and linger for a second or two, before she smiled
and said she was ready for another set. I helped her lift the bar,
and noticed that her nipples were starting to make their presence
known. That made me even harder, and on the pauses at the bottom of
the repetition I did my best to brush her nipples with my hands, so
by the end of the set, they were hard and almost begging me to give
them more personal attention. Now it was her turn to be embarrassed,
but her gaze once again wandered to my crouch.
Knowing full well that I was sporting a woody, Christina asked me
to show her proper hand placement on the bar, and the proper lifting
technique. As I lay down on the bench my hard-on was quite apparent,
and as I placed my hands on the bar, she crouched at the foot of the
bench, saying her vantage point would be better from there, but her
eyes were planted squarely on my crouch, as I lowered the bar. As
I finished the set, my hard-on subsided, but then I felt Christina’s
hands on the inside of my thighs, and my cock sprang to life once
more.
I uttered not a word, but lay back as she ran her hands up and down
my thighs and finally inside the legs of my shorts. She started to
fondle my cock in long slow strokes through my underwear, and without
warning or word she freed it and with warm soft hands caressed my
member until it throbbed, and I as moaning softly under my breath.
Christina wordlessly leaned over my crotch and took me into her mouth.
At first she licked and sucked gently just the head of my cock, and
scraped her teeth lightly along the underside, making me moan out
load now. She cupped my sweaty balls in her hands as she slid my cock
all the way into her mouth; I could feel the head touch the back of
her throat, but she didn’t gag, as she expertly took me all in.
Like a finely oiled machine she went to work on my cock, moving her
head up and down in a slow methodical fashion, her teeth lightly scraping
the underside of my delighted deprived dick, her right hand lightly
squeezing my balls, which her left hand stroked my cock in concert
with her mouth. The sensation was like nothing I had ever felt before.
I felt the heat rise from the center of my pelvis, and it was something
I had never experienced before. With the heat came warm pleasure,
which trickled slowing up the shaft of my cock, causing me to catch
my breath and moan louder still.
Sensing that I was near the edge, Christina increased her pace. I
tried to prolong the warm, pleasure filled dome Christina had created
by tightening the muscles at the base of my penis, but it was no good,
I could feel my cum rising like a magma from the center of my pelvis.
My cock started to throb widely and then I exploded into Christina’s
month in long powerful sprits. I lifted my lower back off the bench
and thrust my cock into deeper into Christina’s mouth wanting
the pleasure to last forever. And for what seemed like minutes, but
was probably no more than ten seconds or so, I came, and Christina
drank me all in; not a drop of my cum escaped her mouth. Finally,
the throbbing in my cock subsided, and Christina let my still hard
member fall from her mouth. A little white droplet of cum oozed out
of the mushroomed head and like a lollipop she licked it off.
I told Christina that now it was her turn, I wanted to taste her pussy,
but first I wanted to lay eyes on those mountainous melons that adorned
her chest. I got up and let he lie down on the bench. I took her right
breast in hand and squeeze it gently. It is heavy but oh so soft,
and I loved the feel of it, the softness of it. Slowly like a child
peeling away the wrapper of a beloved gift, I exposed Christina’s
tits to the light of my hungry gaze. Her nipples were dark brown,
and stood out from the large dark circles of her areolas, like two
tiny penises ready for stimulation. The flesh around the nipples was
covered in small bumps of arousal. Like a cat licking it’s paws,
I started to lick the nipple of Christina’s right tit, coating
it with my saliva making it wet, then I gently blew on it, then licked
it some more, repeating the process over and over, until I could hear
Christina moan with feline pleasure under her breath.
I could hear Christina’s breath shorten as I now took her nipple
into my mouth, slowly sucking it in deeper, biting it gently and licking
it in long slow catlike motions. I teased the nipple with my tongue
and teeth then I switched to the left nipple and start over again,
licking, biting, and suckling. I loved the feel of her nipples in
my mouth and I couldn’t seem to get enough, but finally, I move
up to her mouth and found her lips. We kiss deeply, our tongue dancing
and playing. Her legs are spread wide and my left hand snaked inside
her shorts and panties and found her mount. To my delight her bush
is closely cut and her pussy lips are slick with warm sweet pussy
juice. As we continue to kiss, our jaws working slowly, my fingers
found a home inside Christina’s pussy, while my thumb found her
clit willing and waiting to be part of the fun. I took my fingers
from her pussy and placed them in my mouth and tasted her. She was
sweet and musky; pussy juice mixed with sweat, and the smell is intoxicating.
My cock, which never really softened was now throbbing again!
I couldn’t wait any longer; I have to taste her pussy on my lips,
her softness on my tongue. I move slowly down her neck, between her
breasts (again), down her stomach, all the while kissing and biting
her lightly, while my fingers continue to explore her pussy, probing
deeper and stroking slowly. I remove my fingers, wet and sticky with
her honey and press them to my lips once more and tasted her. I pushed
Christina down on the bench and dove head first into her waiting honey
pot. My tongue plays along the outer lips of her pussy, and I finally
push them apart to reveal the second set within. The sound of her
soft moaning as I drank in the smell and taste of her caused my cock
to throb uncontrollably, and it got so hard it begin to hurt. I licked
her pussy lips in long soft strokes, running my tongue down the length
of one, then up the other. I repeat the procedure over and over again,
until I sense her about to explode. Her moans became longer and louder,
and I spread her legs further apart, driving my tongue deep into her
warm wet pussy feeling the warmth and comfort within. Working my tongue
like a small penis, I fuck her, while my hands find her breasts one
again and gently roll her nipples between my thumb and forefingers.
Christina convulsed slightly as the first orgasm overtook her, and
like a cat meowing for its supper her moans of pleasure were one continuous
sweet stream of noise. She arched her back slightly and pressed her
dripping wet pussy into my face as another, then another orgasm stole
over her causing the muscle in her legs to ripples under my touch.
I needed to be inside of her. My cock was rock hard and still throbbing,
and Christina’s moaning were driving me to the brink, I had to
fuck her! I grabbed hold of her already spread legs and moved her
ass to the end of the bench. I grabbed hold of my stiffened cock and
stroked it with my hand a few times. I could feel the pleasure build
inside me once more, as I gazed upon this beautiful woman laid out
before me, legs spread, pussy dripping wet and open begging for my
cock to pleasure it. I slowly rubbed her sweet, fragrant, moist, pussy
lips with the tip of my cock, pausing at her clit, working its small
white bud into the hole at the tip of my penis, grinding it slowly.
Christina’s breathing became heavier still, and she begged me
to fuck her through throaty rasps. Slowly I slid my cock inside her
until it was buried deep within her warm moist hole. I could feel
the closeness of her pussy’s soft warm walls close around me,
and I paused for a moment so that I could know the inside of her.
I leaned down and found her lips once more, and as our tongues danced,
I start to slowly move within her.
I moved with long, slow, deliberate strokes, almost exposing the mushroomed
tip of my cock, then buried myself deep within her cunt once more.
I start moving faster and faster; I could sense that she was at the
edge and about to plunge over the side, so I slowed my pace yet again,
teasing her, prolonging her pleasure. Sweat now drenched both of us,
rolling off our connected bodies in large steady droplets creating
a puddle on the rubber mats underneath the bench. Salt filled droplets
fell like rain from my forehead onto Christina’s face and tits,
but she seemed not to notice. She began to thrust her hips up to meet
my thrusts, and her hands found her nipples and squeezed them, then
taking then into her mouth and sucking then hard, then offering them
to me like a lollipop. I sucked her nipples deep inside my mouth,
first one then the other, and the warmth intensifies deep within me.
So I picked up the pace again, my own need for release coming to the
fore. The warmth was spreading throughout my pelvis once more and
I could feel the cum pool behind my penis ready to explode. Faster,
and faster still, I moved within her, fucking her like a man processed.
My balls slap her ass with an audible whap, and Christina’s moans
grew louder and louder as I brought her to pleasures own door. I could
feel her pussy tighten around my engorged member and she wrapped her
legs around my back pulling me deeper inside her as a scream of pleasure
exploded from her lips. Her stomach ripped with muscle spasms as she
lost herself in orgasmic pleasure. Her pussy griped my cock tighter
and tighter until I felt a little pain. But the pain mixed with pleasure
was intense and I tried to prolong the sensation, but it was too much
and I released my seed, the very core of myself deep inside Christina’s
sweet pleasure pot as I orgasmed. I came for what seemed like a full
minute once again pumping loads of cum deep inside Christina’s
pussy.
Finally, the sensations subsided, and both Christina and I came back
down to Earth, both spent. I looked down at her beautiful face and
she smiled at me mischievously, and I smiled back shyly, and bent
to kiss her. With one more weak squeeze, her pussy released my now
softening cock and I eased it out of her still wet pussy, now dripping
with my seed, stood and helped her sit up.
We put our clothes back into place and I offered to buy her dinner,
she accepted, and that night as the moon climbed high into the sky
we fucked again to the tune of the night owl and cricket chorus…
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