In the quiet of the evening, the gym was nearly empty. Emma, a petite 18-year-old with a lithe figure, lingered in the changing room, savoring the solitude. She had just finished her workout and was about to shower when she noticed a pair of eyes watching her through the slightly ajar door.
It was Jake, a handsome personal trainer who had been flirting with her for weeks. He was tall, muscular, and exuded a confidence that both intrigued and intimidated her. He leaned against the doorframe, his gaze intense and unyielding.
“You’re still here,” he said, his voice a low rumble that sent a shiver down her spine.
Emma swallowed hard, her heart pounding. “I was just about to leave,” she replied, her voice barely above a whisper.
Jake stepped into the changing room, closing the door behind him. “Don’t go yet,” he said, his eyes never leaving hers. “I’ve been wanting to talk to you.”
Emma’s breath hitched as he closed the distance between them. She could feel the heat radiating off his body, and her pulse quickened.
“Jake, we shouldn’t,” she protested weakly, even as her body betrayed her, leaning into his touch as he reached out to cup her face.
“Just a kiss,” he murmured, his thumb brushing her lips. “That’s all I ask.”
Emma’s resolve crumbled. She closed her eyes and nodded, her lips parting slightly. Jake’s mouth crashed down on hers, his tongue probing gently until she opened for him. Their tongues danced together, exploring and tasting, as Emma’s hands clutched at his shoulders.
Jake’s hands roamed her body, tracing the curves of her waist and hips before cupping her breasts. Emma gasped into his mouth, her nipples hardening under his touch. He broke the kiss, trailing his lips down her neck, nibbling and sucking gently.
“Jake,” Emma moaned, her head falling back to give him better access.
He chuckled softly, his hands sliding down to the waistband of her leggings. “Let me make you feel good,” he whispered, his fingers dipping beneath the fabric.
Emma’s breath hitched as his fingers found her wetness, stroking and teasing her clit. She whimpered, her hips bucking against his hand. Jake’s mouth captured hers again, swallowing her moans as he fingered her expertly.
“Please, Jake,” she begged, her voice breathless. “I need you inside me.”
Jake’s eyes darkened with desire. He quickly shed his clothes, his cock springing free, hard and ready. Emma’s eyes widened at the sight, but she didn’t hesitate. She lay back on the bench, pulling him down with her.
Jake positioned himself between her thighs, his cock pressing against her entrance. Emma wrapped her legs around his waist, urging him on. With a slow, steady thrust, he entered her, filling her completely.
“Oh, Jake,” Emma moaned, her nails digging into his back. “You feel so good.”
Jake groaned, his hips moving in a slow, deliberate rhythm. “You’re so tight,” he muttered, his breath hot against her ear. “So wet.”
Emma’s moans filled the changing room, her hips meeting his thrusts with equal fervor. Jake’s hands gripped her hips, his pace quickening as their passion grew.
“Faster, Jake,” Emma panted, her voice breathless. “Faster, please.”
Jake obliged, his hips slamming into hers with a force that made the bench creak. Emma’s moans turned to cries, her body trembling on the edge of release.
“Come for me, Emma,” Jake growled, his voice hoarse with desire. “I want to feel you come around my cock.”
Emma’s body obeyed, her orgasm crashing over her in a wave of pleasure. She cried out, her body convulsing as Jake continued to thrust into her, drawing out every last shudder of ecstasy.
With a final, deep thrust, Jake found his own release, his cock pulsing inside her as he groaned her name. They lay together, their bodies entwined, their breaths slowly returning to normal.
As they dressed, Emma couldn’t help but smile, her body still humming with pleasure. Jake’s eyes met hers, a satisfied smirk playing on his lips.
“Next time,” he promised, “I’ll make you scream even louder.”
