Give Jill and Max a workout

You decided to do a little experimentation while you recuperated. You called over to Jill’s coworker, “Hey Max! Come here for a bit.”

Max popped his head up from between the black girl’s legs he had been occupying and walked over. He looked like a messy eater because his mouth and chin were coated in juices. You took a quick look over to where he had been dining and the girl continued her exercises unabated, bottomless and everything.

“What’s up?” Max asked, jovially.

You sat on the station next to Jill’s and took glances between the two. “You two know each other for long?”

“Oh yeah, for how long now?” Max said, looking up trying to do the math. “Twelve years now?”

Jill nodded in agreement.

“Max was one of the first people I met at the firm, took me in and showed me the ropes,” Jill added with deep appreciation.

“This one took to the business like fish to water!” Max noted proudly.

You nodded amenably before interjecting. “Why don’t you give Jill a massage? She’s been through quite the workout!”

“No problem!” Max agreed enthusiastically. He clapped his hands together and rubbed them, looking to Jill expectantly.

Jill pointed to the station she was sitting on, “Right here?”

You rubbed your chin and thought back to the tour Susanna had given you the day before. She showed you the massage therapy room where they had portable tables that could be brought out. You were originally thinking of just starting off with a back rub, but if you were in full control of this place, you might as well go all the way.

“Yeah,” you decided, “We’ll do it right here. Max, get one of the workers to pull out a massage table and the oils. Jill, why don’t you strip down and get ready?”

Both gym goers nodded to their instructions and went to it. Jill peeled off her skin tight yoga pants and was standing completely naked in the middle of the gym. The people around you remained oblivious to the fact that this bombshell of a woman was strutting around in the buff. It almost seemed like a shame.

“A massage sounds really nice right about now,” Jill noted, stretching her arm over her head and leaning to one side. “Usually, I’m in and out and back at work, but I guess I can stick around for this.”

“Is this machine taken?”

You saw the girl that Max had been eating out earlier. Standing next to Jill, she was dwarfed by the Amazon. It seemed she really had her eye on Jill’s station for a while. You also noticed that she was still bottomless, not that either of them cared.

“Go on, darling, so sorry to be hogging it up!” Jill apologized.

The girl laughed, “Oh, it’s alright, thanks!” She then proceeded to get on the machine and proceed with her workout. Both of them seemed totally at ease with each other’s exposed bodies. You and Jill admired the girl’s workout routine for a bit before you asked her to take off her top so she could work out in the nude. Something felt right about a nude workout as opposed to a half clothed one.

Max returned with one of the workers, who set up the massage table in front of you. The worker also brought along a chair for you to sit at so you didn’t occupy the machines. Max laid out a towel for Jill to lay on. Jill lay on her stomach and rested her head on the headrest. Max was wearing a belt to carry oil with and he used that oil on his hands, then started on Jill’s neck. Jill cooed as Max applied pressure and began rubbing. You watched this go on until he worked his way down Jill’s back, just above her ass.

“You ever seen Jill naked before, Max?” you asked.

“Not until today. I have to say, I’ve been missing out!” Max replied.

“Well, you better give her the full body massage to take in the whole experience!” you suggested.

“You betcha!” Max agreed. His hands went lower, squeezing and massaging Jill’s plump round ass. Jill moaned her approval as other gym goers filed through the area to get to their machines.

“Free massages? Where do I sign up?”

You turned to find Jaime watching the show. She was not intrigued by the naked woman getting felt up, but more interested in the idea of getting on herself. The lithe, petite figure remained nude from your earlier interaction, save her gloves and a towel around her neck. She stood, legs akimbo, hips angled to one side, hand on hip as if it was natural for her. It looked as though she had just finished up with her exercises. Her skin was flush with blood coursing through it and she had a sheen of sweat on her forehead. You took a long look at her enticing frame and thought about setting up a massage clinic out in the gym space. Maybe later.

“Special request. We’ll have to set something up another time,” you winked at the girl. She grinned at you and moved on to the showers. You watched that ass go, then turned back to the subjects in front of you.

Max was working his way down Jill’s long legs. He looked to be working up a sweat as well. He must have been putting his all into it. Wiping the sweat from his brow with a towel, Max continued on to Jill’s calves.

“Why don’t you turn her over?” you told the man.

Jill rolled over on the table without needing to be asked. She had her eyes closed, completely at ease, laid naked in the middle of the gym. Her massive breasts spilled over to either side. Max immediately cupped them as if they were precious. He held them gingerly and squeezed, lifting up so that they stretched, then let them slip out and snap back into their natural positions.

“You ever given Crista a massage like this?” you asked the married man.

“No, but maybe I should!” Max replied. “You think she’d like it, Jill?” He asked, checking in on his abilities with the recipient.

“Well, so far so good,” Jill decided. “But, I’ll know for sure when you get lower…”

They both chuckled and Max continued on. He ran his hand down Jill’s flat belly and over her mound. She exhaled sharply, eyes still closed. He sank his fingers in between her slit and she gasped and curled up. Her head lurched forward and her legs lifted slightly, then she relaxed with a long moan. Her body sank back onto the table. Max continued to rub and stroke her. Jill’s body writhed. She squeezed her legs together and turned to one side.

“Don’t stop…” Jill ordered her coworker. “Deeper!”

Max did his best to keep up with Jill’s movements. She was twisting and turning, but also begging for more. “Mmm… I bet Crista loves when you do that to her…” she moaned, swivelling her hips in gratitude.

Max’s digits were fully inserted into Jill’s soft peach. He was thrusting in and out now with all the strength he could muster. Jill was panting and moaning loud enough to drown out the clanking of weights and other activities in the fitness center. Even though everyone could hear her whory wails, they paid it no mind. It was having an effect on you, however. Your cock was hard again and you wondered if you should go find Jaime to relieve some of the tension.

Jill was on her hands and knees, on top of the table, gasping and crying out like a slut as her coworking stuffed his fingers inside her, slamming them in and out with wet, juicy slaps. Max was breathing heavily as well, gasping for air at some points. It made you chuckle a bit to think that this may be the hardest workout Max has ever done in this gym. Soon, Jill’s body tensed up and started to spasm.

“Ahhhhh!” She cried out in ecstasy! The rest of the gym continued on like normal. Jill cried out again and shook, spilling more juice over Max’s arm. Her cries died down and the clanking of metal, the spinning of cycles and the other sounds of gym life could be heard again.

Jill laid facing the ceiling and caught her breath. Max grabbed a water bottle and doused himself with it before taking a swig. You wondered if the duo have had enough or if you could play with them some more.