Finger the girl on the workout bike

You took two steps forward, getting the smell of sweat and skin off the girl whose ass was like a big round fleshy cushion before you. Her perfect looking pussy, vulva slightly bulging, slit mildly agape due to her parted legs in this bike riding position, seemed to be faintly moist. You reached out a hand, then paused, feeling the heat radiating from her post workout body on your finger tips. You saw both women watching you, and neither seemed against your intentions, so you went for it.

She was so soft, and your confused dick finally started to get past half mast under your sweatpants. You stroked two fingers down this free pussy, a slight tremble flushing up the girl’s spine. She was biting her lower lip and Susanna now had her eyes trained on where you were touching the cyclist.

“What’s your name?” you decided to ask, five strokes into playing with this girl’s moistening pussy and staring at her winking butthole.

“Cynthia,” she answered conversationally, as if you were just sitting on a bike next to her rather than slowly sliding a finger into her leaking vagina.

“Hi Cynthia. I’m John.” At this point you were sort of in a daze, but your fingering was careful and deliberate and you began to slowly rub her insides with your index, up to the second joint, sliding it in and out feeling the gradual increase in wetness coming out of her.

“Hello John. Did you just sign up today?” she asked, now sounding like she was just being polite, but still friendly and not bothered by you bothering her. She was looking down at where some of the Day-N-Night Fitness branded lanyard stuck out of your pocket.

“Yeah like 2 minutes ago.” Your head was swimming and you had trouble trying to keep up conversation so added a second finger instead. This made Cynthia exhale pointedly, a sign that she liked your work so far, confirmed by her smile. You pulled your eyes away from this lovely pussy for a moment and looked to the very patiently waiting Susanna. “Can every guy just come in here and… do this to people?” you asked, and to this completely valid question the trainer once again gave you a weird look.

“Uh… no. I mean unless you wanted them to I guess,” she replied. “Did you want Jacques over here or something?”

You shook your head, letting this implied sexual privilege sink in for a moment, then sunk yourself knuckles deep into the biking girl.

“Ohhh fuck,” Cynthia breathed as you started to fuck her with your hand. The wet sounds you squelched out from her crotch made your cock throb and you absently grabbed at your dick with your free hand. Susanna noticed and perked up.

“Did you want some help with that?” she offered, looking very eager and that made you harder than you had been. Blinking at the smiling beauty you swallowed, still finger fucking Cynthia.

“Pretend that this is my first time ever stepping into a gym,” you began hypothetically, to which Susanna nodded. “What exactly do you mean by helping me?”

The professional personal trainer nodded again.

“Well whatever you want really. I can give you a handjob, or a blowjob for example. You could fuck my tits if you like. Or either of my holes. My pussy or ass I mean. Foot stuff too if you’re into that.” Susanna gave you that run down so nonchalantly you had to stop your hand for a moment (but also because you were getting tired), and Cynthia sighed lowly.

“Jesus christ,” was all you could manage once you absorbed the menu the PT had offered.

“It’s been a while huh?” she guessed accurately, chuckling but not in a derisive way. It had been a real long while, though you couldn’t remember whether it was your not working out or not getting laid that had been going on for longer. “Let me help,” Susanna said, interrupting your thoughts by grabbing hold of your waistband. You looked down at her, your own body frozen, still knuckles deep in Cynthia.