Early at the Gym

Despite the implications and the agonizing **** of Sara’s teasing yesterday, Adam wanted more. He opted to skip his morning routine in favor of another afternoon workout and a chance to see Sara again. The prospect of watching her tight sweat slicked body again ensnared his mind. The sheer anticipation created a restless energy that gnawed at him all day long.

Adam finally reached the gym. Greeted by the familiar clunk of treadmills seemed to beat in rhythm with his racing heart. Sara was already there. Just seeing the object of his forbidden desire made Adam’s heart jump almost painfully in his chest. She was already waving, with that enchanting trademark smile.

“Hey slacker!” Sara panted, “late again?”

“Yeah,” Adam replied with an overstated sigh. There was no way he was going to admit that he changed his schedule just to leer at his dream girl, and this time, there was a lot more to leer at.

Sara was wearing tight black shorts instead of her usual yoga pants, exposing as much of her silky smooth tone legs as society would allow. And to make matters worse, her missing shirt left her tight, sweat-sheened stomach exposed, glistening under the fluorescent lights.

“Well, I’m glad. I hate working out alone.” Sara said, her voice snapping Adam back to reality. “Damn, its hot in here today.”

Adam couldn’t tell. He attempted to concentrate on his warm up but his imagination was running wild and his heart was working overtime. Sara was going to make his gym time way more strenuous, in more ways than one. Just keep moving, Adam thought to himself as he tried to focus on anything other than Sara’s beautiful flawless legs wrapped around him and the taste of her soft peach scented lips.

Adam could have kicked himself. Why was he doing this to himself? Sara seemed to answer the question for him as she hopped off her machine with a satisfied sigh. “Man, that’s enough of that today.” She declared, once again flashing an entrancing smile in Adam’s direction.

Adam felt his heart race with excitement. Another show was about to begin. This was what he’d come for. Sara walked across the gym, her small sports bra leaving her entire athletic back exposed. Adam couldn’t tear his eyes away as she set up her mat.

He swallowed hard, his throat suddenly dry. This time, however, the anticipation was laced with a dangerous thrill. The sexual tension between them felt thicker than the gym’s humidity. He watched, captivated, as she began her stretches, each movement a deliberate invitation, a silent challenge to his self-control.

Adam watched, slack-jawed, as Sara stretched her arms across her chest, one after another, squeezing her breasts together, teasing him with her assets. She finished her arms and leaned forward, before slowly rolling back, stretching her core like she was riding a bucking bronco, or maybe a thick needy cock of a married man. Adam was transfixed as her hips followed, lifting off the floor to arch the rest of her perfectly shaped frame. He had to remind himself to breathe.

“It’s called a hip thrust, you can pull your tongue back in your head now.” Sara giggled as she finished meeting Adam’s conspicuous gaze, giving him a knowing wink. She sauntered out of a gym like a dream, leaving Adam in a daze. He needed to change his focus. Pour his frustration and concentration into every lift, push and pull. When the session ended, Adam was alone, exhausted, but still thinking about Sara.