In the sweltering heat of Jakarta, the gym was a sanctuary for many, including the Indonesian beauty, Sari. She would often visit the gym in the late afternoons, when the sun was gentler and the crowds had dwindled.
One scorching day, she found herself alone in the gym, except for the muscular trainer, Andre. Clad in a sports bra and shorts, she was partially nude, her sweat-glistening skin on full display. Andre, in his tight shorts and sleeveless shirt, couldn’t help but appreciate her beauty.
Sari, aware of Andre’s gaze, felt a spark of desire. She had always found Andre attractive, with his chiseled abs and bulging biceps. Today, she decided to make her move. She approached Andre, her hips swaying seductively.
“Andre,” she whispered, her voice husky. “Could you help me with something?”
Andre, trying to maintain his professionalism, nodded. “Of course, Sari. What do you need?”
Sari moved closer, her breasts brushing against Andre’s arm. “I’ve been having trouble with my form. Could you show me how to correct it?”
Andre, trying to focus on her form and not on her body, guided Sari through the exercises. But as Sari bent over, her shorts riding up, Andre couldn’t resist. He placed his hand on her ass, giving it a gentle squeeze.
Sari looked over her shoulder, her eyes smoldering. “I think you’re getting the idea, Andre.”
Without a word, Andre pulled Sari close, their lips crashing together. His hands roamed her body, squeezing her breasts and pinching her nipples. Sari moaned, her hands reaching for Andre’s cock.
Andre, his cock hardening, broke the kiss. “Not here, Sari. Let’s go to my office.”
Once in his office, Andre pushed Sari against the wall, his hands tearing at her sports bra. Sari, her breasts exposed, moaned as Andre took a nipple into his mouth, sucking and nibbling.
“Yes, Andre,” Sari breathed. “Harder.”
Andre, his fingers tracing Sari’s pussy through her shorts, felt her wetness. He pulled her shorts down, his fingers finding her clit.
“Oh, Andre,” Sari moaned, her back arching as Andre rubbed her clit.
Andre, his fingers slick with Sari’s wetness, pushed them into her pussy. Sari moaned louder, her hips bucking against Andre’s hand.
“Fuck me, Andre,” Sari begged. “Fuck me hard.”
Andre, his cock throbbing, pulled his fingers out of Sari’s pussy. He lifted her, impaling her on his cock. Sari moaned, her legs wrapping around Andre’s waist.
Andre, his hands gripping Sari’s ass, started to thrust. Sari moaned with each thrust, her nails digging into Andre’s shoulders.
“Yes, Andre,” Sari moaned. “Harder, fuck me harder.”
Andre, his thrusts becoming more brutal, felt his orgasm building. Sari, her pussy clenching around Andre’s cock, came first. Her orgasm triggered Andre’s, his cock pulsing inside her.
Breathless, Andre pulled out of Sari. “Sari, that was…”
“Incredible,” Sari finished, her eyes sparkling. “Let’s do it again tomorrow.”
Andre, his cock already hardening at the thought, nodded. “Deal.”
Sari, her body still humming from the orgasm, smiled. “Good. Now, help me put my clothes back on.”
As Andre helped Sari get dressed, he couldn’t help but feel grateful for the gym, and for the partially nude Indonesian beauty who had turned his world upside down.
