The Gym

You lay your head down on the pillow, your comforter enveloping you in warmth and softness. The siren song of sleep takes over and in an instant you’re off to dreamland.

You don’t remember your dream, but you know you had a very restful night because you woke up early on a day where you would normally sleep in. Feeling refreshed from a full night of REM sleep you stretch and feel the life return to every muscle in your body.

You prepare a light breakfast before heading-off to the gym. You swallow a few more spoonfuls of Greek yogurt and walk out the door.

You warm-up on the treadmill, feeling the sweat start to pour as your body gets prepared for the workout ahead. Today’s a chest and biceps day, one of your favourites. You settle onto a chest press machine, set the weight, and start your reps.

The gym’s fairly empty, even for a weekend, and you like it that way. You’ve had enough of the meatheads peacocking and ogling you while you try to get your shit done. You know you’ve got a milkshake that brings all the boys to the yard. You don’t need some roided-out jocks to tell you that.

You power through your sets on the chest press, and as you wipe down the machine and move on to the dumbbells to get some curls in, something catches your eye from across the gym. Rather, someone catches your eye.

You finish wiping down the handles and grab your water bottle before getting a better look. Through the rows of machines and treadmills, you see someone bent over on all fours in the open floor area near the back of the gym.

You watch as they change positions, bringing their entire body down to the ground and lifting their chest while their hips and legs stay flat to the ground. You realize you’re just staring at a person doing simple yoga stretches, so you shake your head a little and move over to the weight rack.

You’re on your second set of curls when you see a familiar pair of shorts step onto the treadmill directly in front of you. You realize that it’s the same person you were eyeing earlier. The 6’3 man shook his legs out and started the machine.

You finish your reps and find yourself staring again. But now but you don’t even care. You watch as his long strides easily power through the high speeds of the treadmill belt. You marvel at his strong, slender legs and his broad, chiseled chest.

You appreciate his strength. Unlike all the other meatheads around here, you know he’s properly strong, like strong in his core. He’s also not half-bad looking either, with his short crop hair, and distinct facial features.

You eventually snap out of your intense observations and get back in the zone. You forget the man entirely by the time you finish your workout and are in the locker room showering. As you’re leaving the gym you see the handsome man you’d almost completely forgot about approaching a car next to yours.

He gives you an intoxicating smile and gentle nod before getting into his car and driving away. Dammit, he’s got a nice fucking smile too?! You get into your own car and race home.

It isn’t long before you’re walking through the front door, stripping out of your clothes, and fishing your vibrator out of the nightstand. With all those endorphins pumping through your veins from your workout, you work your clit vigorously, desperate for an intense release.

Your imagination conjures the man from the gym in all his glory and all the things you lust for him to do to you. The violent contractions of your pussy and the spasms of your already exhausted muscles leaves you a sweaty heap as you ride the aftershocks of your orgasm.

The image of that tall, limber, smiling man still lingers behind your eyelids as you slip into a deep, rewarding nap.

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Over the next few weeks you started to see the mysterious man at the gym more often. You deduced he was a new member and that luckily his schedule matched quite perfectly with yours. You both had your independent rhythms and routines, you would work the machines and he would do his yoga and run

You always made sure you had the best view in the house.

You started to notice how the muscles in his legs would ripple and flex when he would run. You were entranced by how his glutes would work his short shorts as he would transition into different yoga positions.

After every workout you would both walk to your cars separately and give each other friendly nods and go your own ways. And every time, you’d have the most intense orgasm as you imagined him ferociously fucking you.

One day, after your usual workout, you see your man and get your keys out to get into your car, until you’re stopped in your tracks by a deep, resonating voice.

“Hey, it looks looks like we’ve got pretty similar workout schedules. I probably should have said this a while back, but I figured I should introduce myself. I’m Cameron”.

You look up to see your man standing right next to you, his hand extended for a handshake. You smile and take his hand, “I’m Heather” you say, trying to maintain your composure.

You chit-chat for a while. You learn he’s a lawyer and that he just moved to the city. The conversation was flowing so easily that you offer to grab coffee with him later that afternoon. He happily accepts and with a final handshake you part ways.

You hold off on your usual masturbation routine when you get home. Instead, you pick out a cute outfit, eat your usual post-workout meal, and before long you’re making your way out the door to meet up with Cameron.

You arrive at the coffee shop and see him already there at a small table in the corner. You’re impressed by how well he cleaned up, with a nice pair of perfectly fitted jeans and a black rock band t-shirt under a nice opened plaid button-down.

You give him a hug and sit down. You each order a coffee and start talking. Time flies by as you sit and talk. You find yourself opening up to him, and he to you. You learn you’re about the same age, and that you have some shared struggles.

The topic of dating even comes up and you both laugh at the stories and frustrations of dating in today’s day and age. You look down at your watch and your eyes bulge when you realize the time.

“Holy shit, we’ve been talking for this long?” You say.

“Jeez, you’re right,” Cameron replies, “but I’ll be honest, I don’t quite want this to end.”

You blush, “Me neither.” You reach out and hold his hand. He blushes back and you both decide to take this to a bar close by where you can grab some real food and keep talking.

You walk over to a spot you know that has fantastic food and some great cocktails. Afternoon turns to evening and you find yourself falling deeper into Cameron’s eyes. You’re soon sitting next to each other in a booth, your fingers entwined, eyes lingering unabashedly on each other’s bodies.

You also noticed that you’ve both only had two cocktails. You knew at that moment that there was a real spark here and not just alcohol-induced lust.

There was real, deep desire. You needed him.

You open your mouth to speak, but before any words leave your lips, Cameron says, “I need you. Now.”

He squeezes your hand and stares deeper into your eyes. “I know you want me too. I live just down the street. Come with me.”

You bite your lip and nod. The butterflies in your stomach flutter furiously as Cameron throws cash with a hefty tip onto the table and whisks you out onto the street. You feel yourself being dragged along, struggling to keep pace with Cameron’s long, steady strides. You smile and skip to keep up as you approach his apartment building.

You see him smile and wave to the doorman as you hurry into the elevator. Before the doors close he pins you to a wall and take your mouth in his. You’re immediately lost in him, his tongue dancing with yours, his large hands groping your firm ass. You rake your nails down his back and your pussy gushes with every passing second your lips are connected.

You barely notice the ding of the elevator door before you’re practically carried to Cameron’s apartment. You’re so dazed by the deluge of endorphins your next moment of awareness is Cameron throwing you onto the bed and ripping your clothes off. You lay naked atop his plush bed and watch his head descend between your legs.

You scream out as he tongues your drenched pussy. He flicks your clit and rhythmically sucks, bringing your already primed pussy to orgasm instantaneously. He continues, and you cum, over, and over, and over again. Your abs feel sore from orgasmic contractions and you grab his hair and drag him to your lips, drinking in the cocktail of your nectar and his saliva.

You use your strength to flip him onto the bed and tear his clothes off. You take in his throbbing mast, glistening with precum. You love how thick it is, veins spidering along the shaft like the veins in his arms. You immediately take his entire length into your mouth, easily bottoming out. You love a manageable cock.

He fucks your throat as you massage his balls, hearing his deep growls drives you, pushes you. He thrusts harder, his breath quickens and his abs begin contracting. You open your throat and hold his cock inside as he furiously pumps load after load deep inside. You relish in his high pitched moans, his vocalizations only creating a bigger mess between your legs.

You release him and crawl up to him, snuggling next to him as you both recover. You don’t have to wait long before Cameron’s cock is throbbing once again, and you climb on top and slip him into your still soaked pussy. You scream out as you rock your hips, feeling him fill you up and pressure your pleasure points. You love that fullness, preferring it immensely to a larger cock that keeps punching your cervix.

You cum again and collapse forward onto Cameron’s chest. Your breath heaves as you lay there, his cock still lodged inside. After a moment you feel him lift his knees and begin thrusting, slow and deep. You almost weep as you curse the heavens and drown in euphoria. The trusting gets faster and you bite into Cameron’s shoulder and scream out in ecstasy.

You come so violently you spasm, unable to control your body, and you feel Cameron erupt inside you, your pussy’s aggressive contractions throwing him over the edge.

You lay beside him, cum leaking from your lips, more cum dribbling from Cameron’s cock. You are both so exhausted, so thoroughly worked, you fall into that deep, restful sleep, except this time it’s in the arms of a wonderful man.