Gym encounter

I pressed the weights hard, the pain of catching my ex in bed with another man less than a month ago motivating me. I was so focused, it took me a moment to notice her smiling and waving at me.

“Hey you!” I said, pulling my headphones down. “It’s been a minute!”

“It has..” Alysha smiled, her sandy brown ponytail flicking. “I’m sorry to hear about what happened with…”

“Yeah…” I cut her off, trying not to be rude, but clearly not wanting to talk about it. “How have you been?”

We chatted for about 5 minutes, laughing and if I was not mistaken, even flirting. It had been a few years since I’d seen her, and we had both crossed paths for years, culminating in us becoming lovers for a few months, before our time was cut short while I had seconded to the islands to work for a 6 month period. When I returned she had a boyfriend.

She was sneakily attractive, bright blue eyes and sandy blonde hair pulled into a ponytail. I glanced at her size 12 figure, memories of her double d breasts flooding my thoughts, her ass like a rock that you could bounce a dollar coin off.

The sex we had during that period was phenomenal, deep and passionate. The chemistry between us was palpable, both young 20s, fit and attractive, deep into our career progression with pure intensity that would not have been expected at anyone who passed either of us in the street.

My testicles swelled slightly as she mentioned she was single, and I shot my shot, asking if she would like to grab a drink at some stage.

“Ummm, maybe” she shrugged. The flirtyness seemed to stop, her demeanour shifting. “I don’t actually think that’s a good idea…anyway it was great to see you, and I’m going to go have a shower and I’ll catch you soon?”

“Umm yeah, sure” I fumbled, caught off guard. I’d clearly read things wrong, feeling like a looser and rejected as I tried not to stare at her ass as she walked and collected her things. She caught my eye with a little cheeky grin and I sat confused.

I continued my work out, my mind swirling with confusion and after a couple of minutes, my phone buzzed. Between sets, I checked it and saw a Snapchat message from Alysha.

‘Hey I didn’t want you to think that I don’t want to have a drink because I don’t think you are cool…. I just don’t think you are ready to date yet…’

I thought for a few moments, before a follow up message arrived. My jaw hung open.

It was attached to a mirror selfie from the bathroom. She was topless, biting her lip seductively as she gently tweaked one of her tight, rose bud pink nipples with one hand.

‘But if you want to just fuck, I’m 100% down…’

‘My god you are beautiful…’ I replied, scanning the gym, in fear of them seeing my forming erection. Luckily it was nearly 10pm and only a few patrons remained.

Another message came back.

‘Last on the left down the hallway. Nock three times and I’ll let you in…’

This time the message was attached to an over the shoulder selfie, showing off the passion in her eyes and her perfect round ass.

I was halfway across the room and already gathering my bag before I knew what it was doing, succinctly moving towards the bathrooms and down the small hallway, knocking three times on the disabled bathroom door.

I could somehow, over the sound of my heart beating, hear the shower going and the woosh of a shower curtain before the door latch clicked. I darted inside and locked the door behind me and she smiled out from behind the curtain, the wet fabric leaving but a hint of imagination as it clung to her body.

“Come on in..” she encouraged with a devilish grin as I quickly stripped off.

It was like another world as I moved into the shower, the heat and the steam setting a sensual tone as I felt the water hit me. I watched as she stood just outside the water, lathering her body in wash before I stepped in.

She instinctively reached out to me as the water ran over my body, her hand tracing the underside of my shaft and up to massage my swelling balls. I groaned as our lips met, our body’s slipping against each other in passion.

After kissing and hands exploring, she coated me up with body wash and I enjoyed her soft hands exploring and caressing me, each touch building comfort and confidence before we rinsed the suds off and resumed our deep, passionate kissing.

My hands traced over her body, finding and tweaking her nipples gently as she gasped and grinned into my kiss. My right hand traced down her body, finding her mound shaved and restless, my fingers making slight circular motions as they rubbed her clit, causing her body to shudder. I allowed them to move lower, pressing inside her folds with very little resistance.

She gaped, wrapping her arms around me to pull me closer to her, our heads moving beside one another.

“Wow…” I whispered into her ear. “You are rather wet…”

“I just want you so bad…” came her response, her nails digging into my back.

“I can tell” I smirked, feeling her frustration. She wasn’t in the mood to be teased. She lent backwards slightly, the desperation clear in her voice.

“Just fuck me already!” She growled impatiently.

I pushed back off her, reaching down to one leg and guiding it up to the grab rail attached to the wall. This caused her to part her legs further, leaning back against the other wall and using the other grab rail to steady herself. This gave me a big enough window to slip between her legs, my cock rubbing up and down her pinkness before I thrust inside.

Her gasp was somewhere between relief and despair, water splashing everywhere as I braced myself against the wall and found a rhythm of movement, my cock grinding at an angle inside her. She gasped with each stroke, trying desperately to keep her balance at the awkward positioning.

“Fuck yeah!” She moaned, grateful of the sound of the water and the thick door to disguise our misbehaviour. “I’ve missed your big cock!”

“Fuck you feel so good” I grunted.

“Harder!” She cried out before I increased my pace. The angle was strange and I couldn’t get the leverage either of us desired. “Stop holding back!”

I pulled out, grabbing her leg off the rail and forcefully spinning her around so she was facing the wall. I pressed her shoulders forwards until she leant over, her hands finding the grab rails as I parted her legs with my feet until she was in the perfect position. I inched forward, parting her cheeks with my left hand and guiding my shaft to her lips with the other.

I slid inside her, grabbing firmly at her hips and driving several deep strokes home, feeling them reverberating through her body. I paused for a moment, spinning the head of the shower away from us to have an easier time. She twisted her head back to me, fire in her eyes and frustration that I had even dared to pause.

My response was to drive into her, grabbing her hips as I thrust deep inside her. The impact was instant, her face changing to one of pure, carnal pleasure. I reset my feet, stabilising my base as I power fucked my way into control of the situation.

I felt her guidance of the act melt like her body did before me, her leadership dissolve into a puddle and flood out between her legs. I gripped her hips harder, frothing her with deep, powerful strokes.

“Fuck yes” she whimpered. “Hit it hard, baby!”

My balls swung with each stroke, slapping against her as I pushed the pace and intensity with each stroke. She soon abandoned any hope of keeping quiet, her loud moaning unrestricted as it reverberated through the wet room.

“Oh fuck that feels so good!” She shouted as I continued to plough her, her knuckles white as she gripped at the railings for support. “Please don’t stop… oh GOD please don’t stop!”

I somehow found another gear, my hand slipping from her hips due to the moisture, but before returning to its place I slapped her ass hard so she squealed with joy. Each stroke felt fantastic, my cock throbbing with intense passion.

I felt her toes arch up, her body pressing back against me with hunger. I gripped and drove home with one last flurry of desire as her body started to shake and shudder.

“Fuckkkk…” she screamed out as she lost control. “FAAaAAaaAAkkkkkk”

Her screams echoed around the room, her ass pushing back into me hard, pressing me back as her body broke through this dimension to a higher plane of existence. Her pussy grabbed at me and I gripped firmly at her hips to stabilise her erratic movements, almost lifting her from the ground.

I felt my balls tightening, the rush of the sensations all washing over me at once. I grunted, my fingers grabbing tight on her hips and driving home as warm ecstasy rushed forth from my soul.

My cock swelled and exploded within her, my nervous system hijacked by my sexual pleasure. My jackhammering morphed into a deep, powerful grind that set her off once again in one final, explosive climax before we both slumped against the wall, spent.

The afterglow felt like heroin, the warmth spreading deep within me. Nothing in the world could worry me, and as our eyes met, we laughed at the intensity of it.

I was still on jelly legs as she regathered her senses, exiting behind the curtain and I watched her dry herself off. I felt like a passenger, like I was watching a movie and unable to control what was happening on my screen, drained of energy but not ability.

“So if you want to talk to me about your heartbreak, or how much it hurts or how lonely you are, don’t bother” she smiled, putting her bra on. She tossed the matching panties into her bag, clarifying “I’m not going to bother with these, they will be ruined with your mess by the time I get home anyway…”

She pulled a sundress on and packed her thing away, but I still felt like a baby deer on skinny legs trying to find my way.

“But… if you ever want to fuck me, and I do mean this, ANY TIME, just message me” she smiled, kissing me softly on the forehead. “Please. Fuck that was good!”

And like that, she was gone, the door swinging behind her as I gave one final push to lock it behind her. I smiled to myself as I gripped the handrails to steady myself, my souls slowly returning to my body.

I was back.