Veronica, a tiny, busty brunette

A while back, I got to rewrite an old script of mine into an episode for a TV series. It hadn't exactly felt great to take out a lot of ideas that I'd been proud of to make the script more in line with the standard of the fairly mediocre forensic technician procedural that it was being adapted for. But the pay had been good and came with the promise of more work in the not so distant future. It was also something that I could do without being too bothered by my continuing writer's block, due to the simplistic nature of the requested changes. Even so, it was a fatiguing process, and both my sex life and my workout regimen had been neglected during it.

With what I'd earned from the script, I was able to move into a nicer apartment and have some money left over in case I should need in the future.

My first (relatively) big payoff also allowed me to upgrade to a nicer gym. The old one that I frequented wasn't bad, but this one was in a better location, the premises were nicer and the equipment was better cared for.

Most importantly though, the women were a lot better.

At my old gym, there'd been one or two women each time I gone there that had been worth checking out. At this one, I'd barely made it through the door on my first visit before being confronted with plenty of high-class T & A, and I'd signed up for a six-month membership that very same day.

That had been just four days ago and since then, I'd already gone there three times, almost once a day, both because I needed to work off some steam after working hard on the script and neglecting my workout schedule, and because of all the sexy women in tight outfits working up a sweat all around me reminding me of other aspects of my life that I'd neglected.

Currently, I was recovering from doing some bench presses, sitting slumped forwards on the edge of the bench while catching my breath and feeling beads of sweat run down my body, when I caught in the corner of my eye how one of the most gorgeous women that I'd seen so far at the gym came walking past the entrance to the weight room.

To clarify, this wasn't the first time that I'd seen her, but the third, since she'd been there on each of my visits. The first time, I'd spotted her straddling an exercise bike, leaning far forwards and with her back, and more importantly her juicy, sexy ass, facing towards me. For several seconds, I'd stood transfixed, feeling my cock rapidly grow hard inside my shorts as I watched the woman's buttocks moving softly as she rode the bike, the two firm, full orbs of supple ass-flesh being encased in a pair of deliciously tight aquamarine shorts that barely made it to her thighs.

Sitting in front of a wall covered with mirrors, a clue to the fact that whoever was running the gym was aware of the amount of members constituted by hot babes and wanted to give them an opportunity to admire themselves, this foxy woman with long brown hair kept in a tight ponytail leaned back in the saddle, straightening up her body and unwittingly allowing me to catch a first look at her front as it was reflected in the mirror.

Her face was simply incredible, simply perfect in its combination of a cute nose and a pair of lush, full lips that seemed at once like the dictionary definition of "cocksucking lips," though that term sadly isn't included in most dictionaries. She had brown eyes that sparkled as she glanced at her own image in the mirror. From her skin tone and the general appearance of her face, I felt fairly confident in guessing her to be a Latina.

As breathtakingly gorgeous as her face was though, I couldn't help but be distracted by the woman's tits, my estimate was that they were a GG-cup, and they were awe-inspiring in their sheer size and full, spherical shape as they filled out her skimpy top, a darker blue than her booty-hugging shorts, to the point where the stretchable lycra fabric looked ready to burst at the weakest tug of its neckline.

While studying her tight midriff and narrow waist, I concluded that this sexy little brunette, she probably wasn't much taller than five feet and weighed about 100 lbs., had the absolute majority of her body fat packed in her tits and ass. To put it as simply as I can, she looked she'd been built for hard, sweaty sex. Spotting me in the mirror, I could see her curl her lips up into a playful smile before they parted as she sucked in air at seeing my cock straining against my shorts.

Unfortunately, I made a bad call by deciding to check out the rest of the gym while allowing my now rock-hard cock to settle down a bit, and when I came back to the bicycle room, the sexy little Latina had gone.

That day I went through one of the most intense and lengthy workout sessions of my life, pushing my body further and further, fueled by my continuous fantasies about taking that busty Latina sexpot in every position that I could think of. As I was bombarded by images of her screaming out my name in ecstasy as I fucked her brains out, my cock remained rock-hard, only beginning to soften as I made my way back to the locker room after several hours spent in a frenzy that was left unsatisfied.

As I got back to my new apartment, I took another shower, going through a fierce jerk-off session that ended with me painting the wall of my spacious bathroom with spunk.

I came back to the gym early the next afternoon, but only caught a quick glimpse of her, wearing a tiny white top and equally tiny black shorts and on her way into the women's locker room. She was already halfway through the door when I caught view of her, and it was primarily by her softly shaking ass that I recognized her. I might just have had the chance to get her attention even so, but I hesitated for a fraction of a second, after which she'd disappeared past the door. It took me a few seconds to realize that it probably wasn't a good idea to head in there after her.

Again, I pushed my body hard during the following workout session, channeling my raging lust into an effort to work my muscles harder while my cock was throbbing as the same scene of me pulling down that babe's shorts and fucking her right there in the gym was run on a loop before my inner eye.

After I finally called it a day, I showered and got dressed and headed back home, intent on another round of frenzied masturbation in the shower. However, I'd refrained from going through with it due to my annoyance at myself for missing two opportunities to chat up that sexy woman. Instead, I made a promise to myself to not jerk-off until I'd gotten a chance to rectify my mistake.

I went to bed early that night, spent the entirety of it dreaming of her, and woke up with an erection so hard that it was almost painful to touch and with the realization that I'd have to change the sheets due to the sheer amount of pre-cum I'd pumped out during the night.

Getting out of bed, I had breakfast and got dressed without really noticing myself doing either of those things, then sat down in front of my computer. To try to distract myself from thinking about that sexy Latina, I started writing. To my surprise, there were no signs of any writer's block as I outlined a new script and got to work on writing it.

Still, I didn't spend many hours in front of the computer, as I'd set my alarm to go off at one o'clock in the afternoon, to allow me to get to the gym early.

Getting there and getting changed, I walked round the gym, but couldn't find who I was looking for. Slightly disappointed, I ended up lifting weights, starting out with dumbbells and proceeding on to the bench press after a while.

And it was just as I'd finished with that that she came walking into my sight and stopped in the doorway to the weights room, apparently deep in a conversation with another woman. As intrigued as I was by the Latina, I couldn't help but be mesmerized by her friend. Blonde, tanned and a few inches taller than her friend, though still not much more than 5'8", this woman had a beautiful face and an incredible rack contained in a dark blue sports-bra that seemed several sizes too small for her huge, round boobs. Like with her friend, her bust must have been at least a G-cup, and possibly larger still. I wouldn't have minded getting them both topless and then spending a considerable amount of time deciding which of them had the biggest and best pair of knockers.

As for the rest of her, her long, toned legs were encased in a pair of skin-tight black leggings that had me yearning for her to turn her back to me so I could get a good look at her ass. Finally, her outfit meant that her midsection was left exposed, and one quick look at it told me that she had the same kind of physique as her friend: Toned, but definitely not to the point where she started to look like a guy walking around with two volleyballs glued to his chest.

Spotting me, the brunette broke out into a playful smile, similar to the one she'd offered me two days earlier but much more intense, and before I'd managed to get up, she had already said a brief goodbye to her friend, who looked surprised at her sudden departure.

The blonde pulled her lips back into a smile though when she spotted me, and I caught a glimpse of her eyebrows going up and her teeth digging into her bottom lip at the sight of my hardening cock bulging in my shorts before my attention was turned towards the brunette. She was heading straight for me, keeping her eyes on me the whole time and maintaining that same sexy smile as she sauntered through the weight room. Thanks to the mirror-covered wall, all I had to do was to look beyond her to get to enjoy the sight of her juicy ass jiggling subtly as she made her way towards me.

When the brunette was just a few yards away, I happened to look towards the blonde, and found her standing in the exact same spot as before. Seeing me glancing at her, she flashed me a devastating come-hither look and spun round where she stood, showing off for my benefit how her delectable bubble butt filled out her leggings.

The brunette noticed that I wasn't looking at her, and duly broke her gaze away from me to look behind her. In the mirror, I could see her send her platinum-blonde friend a cheeky smile before flipping her the bird.

Chuckling and shaking her head, the blonde started slowly walking away, keeping her eyes on me until she disappeared from view.

"Hi," the brunette greeted me with a smile while placing her hands behind her back and pushing her chest out. This time around, she was wearing a very low-cut black top that only just succeeded in covering her nipples, the hardness of which were extremely easy to spot, and a pair of tight pink shorts that looked they'd been painted onto her ass and her vaginal mound.

"Hello," I replied, returning her smile while her gaze drifted down to my cock filling out my shorts to the point where the waistband seemed likely to snap.

"I'm Veronica," the brunette introduced herself to my rapidly hardening cock.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Veronica. I'm Eddie," I replied, while the thought raced through the back of my head that all I had to do was to straighten up my back and thrust my head forwards and my face would disappear into her deep, narrow cleavage. Which would have been nice, but probably too forward a manoeuvre to pull off at this point.

"It's a pleasure to meet you too, Eddie," Veronica smiled at me, looking up from my crotch to meet my gaze. Not only was she incredibly hot, but she appeared absolutely shameless about ogling my dick. Maybe I would have gotten away with burying my head between her tits, I thought to myself while spotting how the outline of her areolae were just visible over the neckline of her teeny top.

"Are you new in town?" Veronica asked me, and I thought that it seemed like she pushed her full chest out even further from her petite but curvaceous body. "I mean, I haven't seen you around all that much, and you seem like the kind of guy I'd remember."

"No, but I made a bit of money and thought that I should spend some of it on a membership in a nicer gym," I explained.

"So you're not a struggling actor then," Veronica grinned.

"Nah," I chuckled, "I'm a struggling screenwriter."

"That's better. Most actors who come here tend to be kind of meatheads," Veronica informed me, before her gaze once again dipped towards my cock. In response, I spread my legs further apart, which caused her to look up and offer me a sexy smile.

"So, what do you do?" I asked, while Veronica inched closer to me, until she was standing between my spread knees, blocking me from closing them again, should I have wanted to.

"I work in the information technology department of one of the banks round here," Veronica informed me with an expression that suggested that she could think of other, more fun things to talk about than her work, "But anyway, do you plan to come often?"

"As often as I possibly can," I replied, turning Veronica's question into a not-so-subtle double entendre.

At this, Veronica gasped and released an intoxicating giggle.