Keep it coming

I slept well that night, the deep content sleep brought about by an exhausted but extremely satisfied body. Tony got home early Sunday afternoon, too hungover to question the fact that I'd decided to wash all our bedding just in case there were any incriminating stains from my tryst with Jake. His 'what goes on tour stays on tour' attitude suggested that a strip club, or something worse, had been involved at some point of the bucks do. Normally I would have probed him till he confessed, but knowing that whatever he'd got up to couldn't compare to my weekend sins I let it slide.

As he took an afternoon sleep to make up for his excesses I decided I needed to get out of the house. My mind was still racing with the memories of being fucked senseless by Jake so I decided that a trip to the gym to punish myself with exercise was the only way forward. I'm not sure if I picked my tightest gym vest and shortest yoga shorts on purpose, but with my self confidence at a high I wanted to feel sexy as I exercised. Would I have chosen such a revealing outfit if I knew the trouble it would lead me getting into? Well.....

I must have been on the cross trainer for fifteen minutes when I suddenly realised that the normal background din of weights crashing had been silenced as pretty much every man in the gym had their eyes on me. Was it because they picked up on the fact I was horny that they had decided to watch me, or did I normally get this treatment but my level of arousal made me more aware of all the eyes fixed on my body? Was it wrong that I was getting even more turned on knowing that all those men, all those big, sweaty, muscular men, were watching my every move?

I continued for another ten minutes, making sure to exaggerate my movements to emphasise my butt, whilst I stole secret glances at the various men who were intently watching my lycra covered ass as I exercised. Normally I'd find being leered at as I worked out discomforting, but in the mood I was in I was I couldn't get enough of it. Already I noticed that several of my fans were having to adjust themselves to make the bulge of their newly created erections less noticeable.

I stepped off the cross trainer and slowly toweled away my sweat, making sure to push up and show off my tits as I did. Seductively I swigged from my water bottle, allowing a small stream of water to run down my neck to my top, resulting in the damp material clinging to my breasts. I'd got everybody's attention I thought to myself, time to give them a little show...

I moved to the matted area and dropped to all fours, with the predictable reaction that several of my followers changed exercising equipment to ensure a better vantage point. Now in the plank position I started a series of leg raising exercises, moaning softly each time I extended a thigh. I didn't need to be a mind reader to know that all men watching were fantasising about ripping my shorts off and ramming their dicks into me there and then.

As my audience continued to grow I flipped onto my back and began my glute strengthening exercise, slowly raising and lowering my crotch - if there was anyone who hadn't been thinking about my cunt they were now. I wondered how many of these guys would be jerking off to the thought of me the moment they got home? How many would fuck their girlfriends later that night imagining they were with me? Why was I getting off on getting them all so worked up?

But even in my aroused state I knew that there was only so much teasing a girl should do. After a final set of warm down stretches I flung my towel over my shoulder and sashayed out, making sure to make eye contact and smile at each of my fans as I passed them.

Time for a quick shower and then home I thought to myself. Nothing could possibly go wrong could it?