In the dimly lit locker room, the air thick with the scent of sweat and anticipation, Jamal lingered after his workout. His dark skin glistened under the faint light, muscles still taut from his exertions. He had noticed her earlier, a petite woman with a pixie haircut, her curves hinting at a body toned by regular exercise. She had caught his gaze, a flicker of interest passing between them.
As the locker room emptied, Jamal saw his chance. He approached her, his voice low and steady. “You have a great workout today,” he said, his eyes never leaving hers.
She smiled, her lips full and inviting. “Thanks, you too,” she replied, her voice soft but confident. “I’m Lisa, by the way.”
“Jamal,” he responded, stepping closer. “You know, I’ve been meaning to ask you something.”
Lisa raised an eyebrow, a playful smirk on her lips. “Oh, really? What’s that?”
Jamal reached out, his fingers brushing a strand of hair from her face. “I was wondering if you’d like to help me stretch out. I pulled a muscle earlier.”
Lisa’s eyes sparkled with mischief. “I think I can help with that,” she said, her hand resting on his chest. She could feel the steady beat of his heart beneath her palm.
Their lips met in a hungry kiss, tongues exploring each other’s mouths with a fervor that left them both breathless. Jamal’s hands roamed her body, tracing the curves of her hips and the softness of her breasts. Lisa moaned into his mouth, her fingers tangling in his hair.
He lifted her onto the bench, his hands sliding up her thighs, pushing her leggings down. She gasped as his fingers found her wetness, her body arching towards him. “Yes, right there,” she whispered, her voice trembling with desire.
Jamal dropped to his knees, his tongue replacing his fingers. He licked her clit, his hands gripping her thighs as she writhed beneath him. “Oh, Jamal,” she moaned, her fingers clutching at his shoulders.
He stood, unbuckling his pants, his cock hard and ready. Lisa’s eyes widened, her tongue darting out to lick her lips. “Fuck me, Jamal,” she begged, her voice a husky whisper.
He didn’t need to be told twice. He positioned himself at her entrance, his cock sliding in easily, her wetness coating him. She gasped as he filled her, her nails digging into his back. “Yes, Jamal, yes,” she chanted, her hips meeting his thrusts.
He pounded into her, his body slamming against hers, the sound of their flesh meeting echoing in the empty locker room. “Faster, Jamal, faster,” she urged, her voice breathless.
He obliged, his thrusts becoming harder, faster. She cried out, her body trembling as her orgasm washed over her. “I’m cumming, Jamal, I’m cumming,” she screamed, her body convulsing around him.
He followed soon after, his cock pulsing as he spilled his seed inside her. They collapsed together, their bodies slick with sweat, their breaths mingling in the dim light of the locker room.
