Workout before Priya’s birthday dinner

“Hey buddy… you’re still on for tonight, right?” the voice on your cell asked. You didn’t even need to check the caller ID to know it was your friend, Paul, checking up on you. It was Saturday afternoon and you were supposed to meet up with him for dinner to celebrate his girlfriend’s birthday.

“Yeah, just running a bit behind, I wanted to get a quick workout before heading over,” you explained.

“Man, you are hooked on that new gym, aren’t you?” Paul said. “Just what’s so special about that place anyways?”

“You saw it, full of hotties and I never have to wait to get on a station,” you replied casually. He didn’t seem too impressed about the ‘sex on command’ access that you had when you brought him over the last time, so there was no point in bringing that up again. “Anyways, I haven’t been able to get in all week, so this is my only opening.”

“But if you get a bod, Priya will be on my case about MY shape!” Paul complained.

“Hey pal, I offered to let you join,” you reminded him.

“Yeah, but I still got my place, just lack the enthusiasm you got,” Paul admitted.

“Oh, plenty of things to be enthused about in here,” you replied as you entered the building. Even before you walked in, you could already see the comings and goings of several young ladies in tight fitting outfits through the glass walls. Saturday was certainly a good day to come in.

“Well, don’t get distracted too long, the dinner is in a few hours,” Paul reminded you. “See you there!”

“Oh shoot, I don’t have a gift for her!” you realized.

“Don’t sweat it, pal. Showing up is gift enough,” Paul said over the phone.

“No no, I’ll find her something…” you replied, looking around the gym for possible gifts.

“Don’t you pull a ‘gas station Christmas’, John!” Paul warned.

“I wasn’t going to…”

“You’re looking to sign her up for some fitness class, aren’t you?”

“Um…”

“This is why you don’t have a girlfriend,” Paul sighed. “You know what sort of trouble you’re asking for, signing a girl up to a gym? You know how she’d take it?”

“I didn’t think about that…”

“Of course you didn’t…” Paul moaned. “And who do you think would get the most flack for such an unthoughtful gift? Me! That’s who!” Your buddy went on to do an alleged imitation of his girlfriend, “‘Paul, your friend thinks I’m fat! Is that what you tell your buddies when I’m not around? That I’m out of shape and need to work out?’”

“Come on, Paul, you know I think your girl is a hottie,” you assured him. “She’s smoking hot, like supermodel hot. I’d be all over her if you weren’t in the picture!”

“Borderline inappropriate, bud, but I’ll let it slide,” Paul said. You could hear laughter in the background.

“Dude, do you have me on speakerphone? Hi, Priya….”

“No, you just talk that loud,” Paul shot back.

“Hi John,” a feminine voice chimed out from your cell phone. “Hope to see you at the dinner!”

You took this opportunity to address the girl in question directly. “OK, Pri, question; Would you be offended if I paid for a fitness class as a birthday gift? I promise it’s not because I think you are fat and more because I want to see you in tight spandex.”

“Haha!” Priya laughed, “I’m actually looking to join a yoga class, so you’re lucky, mister!”

“See, P? It’s like the duct tape I got you that one time, you ended up needing it after all!” you gloated to Paul over your last minute Christmas gift.

“You live a charmed life, friend,” Paulie responded.

“Find me a class, maybe Tuesday or Wednesday afternoons,” Priya called out. “If not, then I’m open for Thursday evenings.”

“I’ll look into it,” you replied. “Why don’t you stop over before dinner and you could pick a class out for yourself?”

“Sure!”

“Great! We can carpool to the dinner after!” you said.

“Charmed life, bro…” Paul replied in disbelief. “Pick you up around 6:30ish.”

“See you then!” you said as a farewell before closing the call. You put your phone away and looked around. Now that you had a gift idea for Priya, you wanted to get that settled before getting on with your workout. You spotted a familiar face working the desk. It was Susanna, the girl that gave you the tour when you first joined. You walked over to greet her, but she was busy with a client. You caught her eyes and she gave you a smile before returning her attention back to the client. You waited patiently for her to finish before approaching the counter.

“Hey, John! How have you been enjoying the gym?” Susanna asked with a bright smile.

“It’s been great! Getting a workout and tons of fun!” you answered. “In fact, it’s been so great, I wanted to sign my friend up to some classes here too!”

“Sounds fantastic!” Susanna replied. “What sort of classes?”

“She wanted to join a Yoga class,” you said.

“OK, what sort of Yoga?” Susanna asked, typing the search into her computer.

“What type?” you asked back.

“There are many different styles of yoga that we teach. Vinyasa, Hatha, Ashtanga… we also offer Bikram, or hot yoga and…”

“Um… any classes available for Tuesday or Wednesday afternoons?” you asked, hoping that would make the decision easier.

“Well we have Ashtanga at 1, but it’s a challenging form of Yoga. I’d have to make sure your friend is comfortable with that level first,” Susanna explained.

“Oh. Well, actually, she’ll be coming in later, so you two can go over it together, just make sure to put it on my tab!” you told the fitness specialist.

“Sounds good,” she smiled. “Is there anything else I can help you with today?”

“Sure,” you replied, thinking that you’d like to get more help from the fit brunette. “What sort of things are going on today?”

“You can check the board for today’s activities,” Susanna offered, pointing over to a bulletin board on the far wall.

“Ah… right.. The wall…” you said, slowly sauntering over to the event board, slightly disappointed that Susanna wouldn’t be giving you a full rundown. You stood in front of the board and looked at the various classes being offered. You glanced back at Susanna. She was already chatting with another customer. You waited for them to finish before you bugged the receptionist again. “Say… Susanna, which class do you teach?”

“I’m not teaching today, I’m working the desk,” she told you ‘as a matter of factly’.

“But you do teach classes, right?” you prodded.

“Sure, I teach on Mondays and Wednesdays,” Susanna replied.

“Which ones?” you asked, pretending to be at a loss.

Susanna gave a sigh and stood up. She walked around the back and came out into the main foyer to join you. You followed her as she approached the board. When you arrived, she pointed out her classes to you.

“I do spin classes and pilates,” she said, as she pointed out her name next to the courses on the list.

You stood behind her and nodded in appreciation. You then asked, “What’s spin class?”

“It’s stationary cycling, you know, on bikes,” she replied. You nodded politely and smiled. She took this to mean that you had no idea what she was talking about, so she elaborated. “It’s good for working your thighs, calves and glutes, also good for your cardio.”

You peered down at Susanna’s glutes. Their tone-ness was evident under the tight fitting yoga pants she had on. “You mind if I have a look at where they are good for YOUR body?” you asked casually.

“Not at all,” Susanna replied, turning around and poking her butt out at you. You nodded in appreciation of the round surface protruding towards you. You reached out and felt her soft, yet firm muscles. “Spinning also helps with endurance, it’s a good exercise for if you want to last longer in sports,” she went on as you ran your hand down her leg.

“You don’t say…” you murmured, as if getting a sales pitch for a new car. “What about Pilates?”

“Pilates helps strengthen your core, that’s your abdominal muscles, core strength is important for any sort of lifting,” Susanna explained, lifting her purple polo to reveal a trim belly defined by the lines of her abs.

“Impressive,” you remarked, reaching out to admire in more detail. You lifted her shirt higher and the fitness instructor raised her arms to allow you to pull the shirt completely off, revealing a sports bra underneath. The fitness instructor continued to detail the benefits of her classes as you ran your fingers over her flat belly. She was oblivious to your touching, continuing to look you in the eyes as she told you about the exercises involved with her routines. You only half listened as the rest of your attention was turned to pulling down the brunette’s form fitting yoga pants. She had panties that matched her sports bra underneath. She stepped out of her pants as you slipped them off of her sneakers so that she stood in her underwear, talking to you about reps and rest times.

“Say, Susanna, how would I go about starting my own class?’ you asked.

“Oh, for starters, you’d have to work here, which would require approval from the manager. Of course, you’d need to be certified to do that,” Susanna said. She didn’t look bothered at all as customers milled in and out of the area. Some were lined in front of the reception desk where her coworker was dealing with someone. Susanna seemed eager to return to work, but was still giving you her undivided attention. You rewarded her dedication by helping her out of her bra and panties as she talked about the hoops you would have to jump through to get a class going.

“Sounds harder than I thought it would be,” you lamented as you took in the athlete’s slim figure, toned from her regular workouts and lessons. Her breasts were modest but plump enough to fill your cupped hands to squeeze.

Susanna exhaled sharply at your gropes but responded only to your comment. “Well, those are for gym certified classes. We do rent out space for seminars and outside events which doesn’t require so much review.”

“Oh, that sounds more like it,” you stated as your hands slid around to the brunette’s firm backside for more squeezing.

Susanna smiled. “Sure, for something like that, you’d just need to get approval from one of the staff.”

“Does that include you?” you asked.

“It does,” Susanna replied, smugly.

“Then I’m at your tender mercy!” you said with a mock tone of distress while rubbing her bare ass.

“Oh, it’s not that bad, we just need to make sure what you plan on doing is on the ‘up and up’,” Susanna chuckled before squirming from your fingers slipping between her legs and rubbing her pussy.

“Hmm,” you wondered aloud. “What would you say to me holding a fuck class?” Your fingers probed her deeper, sending a shiver up her spine.

The fitness instructor gave you a demure smile and said, “Something tells me you’d be an excellent teacher for that!”

“So does that mean I have your seal of approval?” you asked, rubbing the svelte woman until her well trained muscles tightened around your fingers.

“Absolutely!”

You removed your hand, much to the woman’s chagrin, and unzipped your pants. You pulled out your dick, ignoring the rest of the room filled with patrons and workers. Speaking to Susanna, you suggested, “Then why don’t you seal your lips around this and make it official?’

Susanna looked down at your semi hard cock, then back up at you with a naughty grin. She dropped to her knees, completely nude save for her running shoes, as more people walked around you two. Her lips wrapped around your cock, which stiffened up the second it felt the soft warm embrace of the instructor’s mouth. You let out a gasp and leaned back, bumping into another patron.

“Sorry about that,” the man said, propping you up as Susanna pushed her head down on you.

“No worries,” you replied, “My fault.” Susanna continued to bob her head over your erect cock, ignoring the interruption completely. You could feel her tongue swirling around as the suction tugged your member taut. The gym goer helped straighten you up and was on his way, not even making mention of the naked receptionist giving you a blow job..

“Susanna!” called out the blonde behind the reception desk with the name Millie on her nametag.

Susanna pulled her lips off your dong with a wet pop, then turned her head towards her coworker. “Yeah?” She continued to stroke you as she conversed with her colleague.

“Dennis had to cancel the 4 o’clock swim, but Tammy said she can fill in, can you update the board while you’re out there?” Millie asked.

“Sure thing!” she replied before turning to you. “My marker’s in my shirt pocket,” she said, still stroking you with her other hand. You rifled through her clothes and dug out her marker, then handed it to her. She turned you around, back to the board and stroked your stiffy while writing the update with her other hand. Once done, she dropped the marker and went back down on you.

You moaned with pleasure as she sucked you off with renewed vigor. Her head and neck bobbed back and forth as she pumped you against the wall. You pushed your back into the concrete and jutted your hips forward, clenching your fists around Susanna’s outfit which was still in your hands. You groaned as she sucked you over the edge, feeling your body tense up. You eased the gym coach off your cock as it began to pulse.

Susanna backed up, but did not escape the jet of cum shooting out at her. It splat on her face and dribbled down her chest. She took it all in stride, not even bothering to wipe it off.

“So is that everything, Mr. Doe?” Susanna asked as clumps of your jizz dripped down her cheeks.

“Oh, I’ve got stamina to spare,” you boasted, eager to prove you weren’t a one shot wonder.

“Then you can get in a good exercise to work that all out,” the receptionist suggested, nodding her head toward the growing lineup at her desk. “I have to get back to work.”

“Oh right,” you replied. You realized you were taking up the girl’s valuable time, but you didn’t want to give up her sweet ass just yet. “How about a little multitasking?” you counter-offered.

A few minutes later, you were standing behind the reception desk, greeting your fellow gym goers as Susanna was leaned over in front of you, taking you from behind. You convinced her that she shouldn’t get her uniform dirty with her already soaked in your cum, and she wouldn’t be able to wash that off until after her shift. Meanwhile, she could get some work done while you got to show off your stamina to her.

“Welcome!” you greeted the clientele with a big smile.

“Hi, how can I help you today?” Susanna asked the next in line.

“Hey Susanna, you’re looking good today,” the chiseled man said as he approached the desk.

“Thanks, Andy! What can I do for you?” Susanna replied, turning her attention from your cock in her pussy to recognize the customer in front of her. She unabashedly bounced back and forth with each thrust of your hip while this regular stood watching. Her tits hung, bouncing like pendulums for him to admire.

“Just checking in for my 2 o’clock,” Andy replied.

Susanna typed into her computer as you continued to pound her from behind.

“Here you are! I’ll let Jimmy know you’re here,” she told the guest.

“Thanks!” Andy said, then pointed to you in the back as he went into the gym, “Good form!”

“Thanks!” you smiled back, using the encouragement to thrust even deeper into your workout partner, eliciting a moan of approval. Susanna got on the phone and dialed the extension for Jimmy.

“Hey, Andy just came in…” she said as you gave deep, deliberate thrusts. “Mmmhmm… yeah… unh….” Susanna groaned as you tried to pleasure her through the conversation. “Yeah! Un…. you too...” she panted before hanging up.

You managed to last through three more customers before you couldn’t hold it in anymore. You bust your nut into Susanna’s juicy, wet pussy. You both shuddered during a girl’s gym renewal.

“Thank you for your patronage!” Susanna gasped to the ebony girl with frizzy brown hair. She smiled back, taking her credit card and receipt, then gave you a wink of approval before leaving.

You pulled out, and sat back in Susanna’s reception chair. She remained standing, leaned over the reception counter. You gazed at her beautiful backside, your cum dripping down her inner thigh. “I guess I’ll leave you to your work,” you told her, finally recovering enough to stand up again. “I’m going to need to take a shower.”

“Thanks for cumming,” Susanna teased with a look over her shoulder. She turned back to the next customer in line, leaving you to your own business.

First thing first was a shower, but after that, you wondered what you wanted to do with the rest of your time at the gym. You remembered the activities listed on the board. There was an open swim and you hadn’t really checked out the pool yet. There was also an aerobics class which piqued your interest with the mental image of ladies in tight spandex. Of course, there was also a yoga class you could walk in on. Priya’s interest in yoga got you a little curious as well.