Tania has a New Goal

Tania, breathing hard and fast, tried to turn to get a look at this guy Brad as he worked behind her. Her hips were pulled tight against the grinding treadmill, but she was able to twist her upper body enough to see him a little. She saw his blonde hair, his blue eyes filled with panic as he focussed intently on her leggings. His jaw was square, his features chiselled and handsome, his shoulders and arms very strong and well muscled. He was perfect, she thought. She wanted to look at him when she came. She imagined the cock attached to this fine body, deciding that looking at him when she reached orgasm wasn’t enough: she wanted him inside her.

But how? Her mind was foggy, confused, from the stress of being trapped, being slowly stripped naked by this machine. And from the warm, tingling pleasure which was emanating from her overstimulated pussy and filling every fibre of her. And from the humiliation and shame of her impending fate of being exposed and made to cum in front of all these people and her online followers.

She wanted Brad. She needed Brad. But not here, not in public.

Tania reluctantly withdrew her hand from her crotch, reaching behind her to touch his arm. ‘Brad,’ she sighed, ‘it’s no good. I’m not going to make it.’

He looked at her, his beautiful blue eyes determined. ‘We leave no man behind.’

‘Maybe,’ she said, ‘if you try pulling from the front?’

He hadn’t thought of this. Perhaps a different angle would work. He climbed over her to sit with his knees against her stomach and considered where to put his hands. Her leggings were pulled quite low at the front, tight against her crotch. Her big boobs were only just covered by the bra stretched across her chest; in mere seconds her tits would be completely exposed. Her entire body rocked back and forth as the machine dragged her clothes in then released them for a moment, over and over.

‘Here,’ Tania said, helpfully guiding his hand to her crotch. ‘Try here.’

He placed one hand on her hip, the other gripped the front of her leggings. ‘Sorry,’ he whispered as the backs of his fingers grazed against her soft mound. He felt the light stubble of her shaved pubic hair, the heat of her sex as he tried to pull her free. He turned her hip toward him as he did so, still believing that if he could just find the right angle he could free her. ‘Oh yes,’ she sighed, ‘right there, that’s good.’

But while his hand down her gusset did feel good, this still wasn’t what Tania wanted. She needed to get him in private, not to be rubbing her pussy in the middle of the crowd. She spent so much time berating men for leering at her, how was she supposed to react when she actually wanted a man to look at her with fire in his loins? She could strut around and have perverts watching her ass, but this guy, Brad, didn’t seem like that. So how was she going to ensnare him?

‘Oh Brad,’ she gasped, ‘my tits. My tits are coming out. Please, don’t let everybody see.’

He saw that her bra was indeed nothing more than a thin strip across her nipples. It pulled and released, and her breasts jiggled and spilled over the top of the taut fabric. He looked around frantically, finding nothing he could use to protect the remains of her modesty, so he did the only thing he could think of. As he moved he caught the merest glimpse of her hard pink nipples, her tits bouncing free as the bra straps finally gave way and the whole garment was stripped down to her waist. Then in a flash she was covered again, this time by his hands as he pressed against her soft breasts, feeling her hard nubs against his palms.

‘Oh, Brad,’ she whispered gratefully, as the treadmill finally let out a loud bang, a cloud of black smoke, and fell silent.