In the locker room, after a grueling workout, I couldn’t help but notice the newcomer. His perfect body glistened with sweat, and his ponytail hung down his back, damp with exertion. I felt a stirring in my loins as I took in the intricate tattoo that adorned his muscular arm.
As I approached him, he looked up and our eyes met. I felt a jolt of electricity run through me as I introduced myself. He smiled, revealing a perfect set of white teeth, and extended his hand. I took it, noticing the roughness of his callouses against my smooth skin.
We struck up a conversation, and I found myself drawn to him. He was intelligent, witty, and had a confidence that was incredibly attractive. I felt myself becoming wet as I listened to him speak, my mind filled with dirty thoughts.
Before I knew it, we were back at his place. He led me to his bedroom, his perfect body moving with a grace that was mesmerizing. I couldn’t take my eyes off of him as he removed his clothes, revealing his hard, toned muscles and the tattoo that had caught my eye in the locker room.
He turned to me, his eyes filled with desire. I felt a shiver run down my spine as he approached me, his lips meeting mine in a passionate kiss. His tongue explored my mouth, and I could taste the faint hint of sweat and muscle rub on his lips.
He began to undress me, his fingers trailing along my skin as he removed my clothes. I felt myself becoming more and more aroused as he touched me, my nipples hardening and my pussy becoming wetter by the second.
He lowered his head, his lips finding my nipples. He sucked and nibbled on them, his fingers tracing patterns along my skin. I moaned with pleasure, my hips bucking as he continued to tease me.
He moved his hand down, his fingers finding my clit. He began to rub it in slow circles, and I felt myself getting closer and closer to the edge. I moaned louder, my hips grinding against his hand.
He slipped a finger inside of me, and I gasped with pleasure. He began to move it in and out, and I felt myself getting closer and closer to orgasm. He added another finger, and I felt myself stretching around him.
He began to finger me harder and faster, and I felt myself spiraling out of control. I moaned louder and louder, my hips bucking as I came hard around his fingers.
He removed his fingers, and I looked up at him, my eyes filled with desire. He smiled, and I knew what was coming next.
He positioned himself between my legs, his hard cock pressing against my wet pussy. He looked into my eyes, and I nodded, giving him permission to enter me.
He pushed inside of me, and I gasped with pleasure. He began to move, his hips thrusting as he filled me up over and over again. I moaned with every stroke, my fingers digging into his back.
He reached down, his fingers finding my clit again. He began to rub it in time with his thrusts, and I felt myself getting closer and closer to another orgasm.
He began to thrust harder and faster, and I could feel myself getting closer and closer to the edge. I moaned louder and louder, my hips bucking as I came hard around his cock.
He groaned, his cock twitching inside of me as he came. He collapsed on top of me, his breath hot against my neck.
We lay there, our bodies entwined, as our breathing returned to normal. I traced my fingers along his tattoo, marveling at the beauty of it.
He looked up at me, his eyes filled with passion. “I want to see you again,” he said, his voice husky with desire.
I smiled, and nodded. “I want that too,” I replied.
And with that, our passionate affair had begun.
