In the hushed hours of the night, the gym assumed a different persona. The once bustling space, echoing with the clatter of weights and grunts of determination, now lay still, save for the soft hum of fluorescent lights.
Lila, a woman of voluptuous curves and a fiery spirit, frequented the gym at these hours. A regular at the lipstick-red treadmills, she found solace in the rhythmic pounding of her feet against the rubber, the only witness to her late-night escapades being the neon-lit clock.
One fateful night, she found an unexpected companion in the form of Jake, a personal trainer known for his chiseled abs and charming smile. Dressed in sleek black, he cut an imposing figure against the backdrop of the crimson machines.
“Ever tried the rowing machine?” Jake asked, breaking the silence. His voice was a low rumble, sending a shiver down Lila’s spine.
“Can’t say I have,” Lila replied, her gaze lingering on his biceps as he demonstrated the motion.
The following minutes were a blur of movement and heavy breaths. Jake’s proximity, the scent of his cologne, and the heat from their exertion stirred something within Lila. She found herself stealing glances at him, her heart pounding in sync with the rhythm of the rowing machine.
Jake, too, seemed affected. His eyes would occasionally flick to Lila, appraising her with a hunger that mirrored her own. As their session came to a close, their hands brushed against each other, sending a jolt of electricity through them.
Without a word, Jake led Lila to a secluded corner, away from the prying eyes of the gym’s security cameras. His fingers traced the line of Lila’s jaw, his thumb brushing against her bottom lip, leaving a smear of lipstick.
Their first kiss was tentative, a question asked and answered in the softness of their lips. But soon, the floodgates opened. Lila’s hands roamed over Jake’s chest, her fingers tracing the outline of his muscles. Jake, in turn, cupped Lila’s breasts, his thumbs brushing against her nipples through the fabric of her sports bra.
Jake’s mouth traveled down Lila’s neck, his teeth nibbling at her earlobe. Lila arched her back, her moans echoing softly in the empty gym. Her hands found their way to Jake’s pants, her fingers deftly undoing his belt.
Jake’s cock sprang free, hard and ready. Lila wrapped her hand around it, stroking it gently. Jake’s breath hitched as Lila lowered herself, her lips closing around his cock. She sucked and licked, her tongue swirling around the tip of his cock.
Jake’s fingers tangled in Lila’s hair, guiding her rhythm. He was close, his breath coming in short gasps. With a groan, he came, Lila swallowing every drop.
As they caught their breath, Lila looked up at Jake, her lips curling into a smirk. “I think I might need help with my cool-down stretches.”
Jake’s reply was a wicked grin as he led Lila to a mat, their late-night fitness fling far from over.
