That afternoon, I found myself in the gym locker room, my skin glistening with sweat after an intense workout. I was running my fingers through my messy hair when I noticed him. He was a tall, muscular man with a intricate tattoo covering his arm. Our eyes met and I felt a spark of desire.
He approached me, a smoldering look in his eyes. “Hey,” he said, his voice low and husky. “I couldn’t help but notice you over here.”
I smiled, my heart racing. “I just finished my workout,” I replied.
He took a step closer, his body invading my personal space. “I couldn’t help but notice how sexy you look,” he said, his eyes raking over my body.
I felt a shiver of desire run down my spine. “I couldn’t help but notice you too,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper.
He leaned in, his lips brushing against mine in a soft kiss. I responded eagerly, my tongue meeting his in a passionate dance. He wrapped his arms around me, pulling me close. I could feel his hard cock pressing against my thigh and I knew what I wanted.
He broke the kiss, his lips trailing down my neck. He nibbled and licked my earlobe, sending waves of pleasure through my body. I moaned, my hands running through his hair.
He reached down, his fingers tracing the outline of my pussy through my gym shorts. I was already wet, my body ready for him. He slipped his fingers under the fabric, finding my clit and circling it with his thumb. I moaned louder, my hips bucking against his hand.
He dropped to his knees, pulling my shorts down. He spread my legs, his tongue finding my clit and licking it in long, slow strokes. I moaned, my hands gripping his shoulders for support.
He stood up, his cock hard and ready. He wrapped my legs around his waist, his cock pressing against my pussy. I moaned as he entered me, my body welcoming him.
He started to thrust, his hips moving in a steady rhythm. I moaned, my nails digging into his back. He leaned down, his lips finding mine in a passionate kiss.
He broke the kiss, his thrusts becoming faster and harder. I moaned, my body tensing as I felt my orgasm building. He thrust deeper, his cock hitting my g-spot. I cried out, my orgasm washing over me.
He groaned, his cock twitching inside me as he came. He pulled out, his cum dripping down my thighs.
We stood there, panting and sweaty. He leaned down, his lips brushing against mine in a soft kiss. “That was amazing,” he said, his voice husky.
I smiled, my body still tingling from the encounter. “Yes, it was,” I replied.
He pulled away, his eyes lingering on mine for a moment before he turned and walked away. I watched him go, my body still humming with pleasure. I couldn’t wait to do it again.
