The gym was nearly empty, the hum of the machines a steady rhythm in the dimly lit room. Among the few stragglers was **Lena**, a petite 18-year-old with messy hair, her body glistening with sweat from her workout. She was dressed in a black lace lingerie set, a rare indulgence she allowed herself after a particularly grueling week.
As she stretched, her muscles taut and supple, **Mark**, a regular at the gym and a man of 30 years, couldn’t help but steal glances at her. His eyes traced the curves of her body, the way her lingerie clung to her sweat-slicked skin. He approached her, his voice low and husky.
“Mind if I spot you?” he asked, nodding towards the bench press she was about to use.
Lena smiled, her eyes meeting his. “Sure, thanks.”
As she lay back, the bench pressing the weight above her, Mark’s hands hovered near her waist, ready to assist if needed. But his mind was elsewhere, imagining the feel of her skin beneath his fingers. When she finished, he helped her up, their bodies brushing against each other, the electricity between them palpable.
“You’re amazing at this,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper.
Lena laughed, her breath hot against his ear. “I have my moments.”
Their eyes locked, and in that moment, the world around them faded away. Mark leaned in, his lips brushing against hers in a soft, tentative kiss. Lena responded, her tongue dancing with his, her hands exploring the hard planes of his chest.
Mark’s hands trailed down her body, his fingers tracing the lace of her lingerie. He cupped her breast, his thumb circling her nipple, eliciting a soft moan from her lips. He broke the kiss, his lips trailing down her neck, his teeth nibbling gently on her earlobe.
Lena’s hands fumbled with his gym shorts, her fingers wrapping around his hard cock. She stroked him, her thumb circling the tip, spreading the pre-cum that had already formed. Mark groaned, his hips bucking against her hand.
He pushed her against the nearest wall, his hands hiking up her lingerie. He knelt before her, his tongue tracing the wetness that had already formed on her pussy. He licked and sucked, his fingers teasing her clit, making her gasp and moan.
“Oh, Mark, yes, right there,” she panted, her hips grinding against his face.
He stood up, lifting her effortlessly. She wrapped her legs around his waist, her arms around his neck. He carried her to a nearby mat, laying her down gently. He positioned himself between her legs, his cock teasing her entrance.
“Fuck me, Mark. Please,” Lena begged, her voice breathless.
He thrust into her, her pussy tight and wet around his cock. She gasped, her nails digging into his back. He moved slowly at first, then faster, harder, their bodies slapping together, the sound echoing in the empty gym.
“Harder, Mark, yes, oh, yes,” Lena moaned, her hips meeting his thrusts.
He flipped her over, positioning her on her hands and knees. He entered her from behind, his hands gripping her hips, his cock pounding into her. She cried out, her body trembling with pleasure.
“Fuck, Lena, you feel so good,” Mark groaned, his thrusts becoming erratic.
Lena reached between her legs, her fingers rubbing her clit in time with his thrusts. She felt her orgasm building, her body tensing.
“Mark, I’m gonna cum,” she gasped.
He reached around, his fingers pinching her nipple, sending her over the edge. She cried out, her pussy clenching around his cock, her body shuddering with pleasure. He groaned, his cock pulsing inside her as he found his own release.
They collapsed onto the mat, their bodies entwined, their breaths coming in ragged gasps. Mark kissed her, his lips gentle, his tongue tracing hers. Lena smiled, her eyes meeting his, the aftermath of their passion still lingering between them.
