Patience is a virtue

You look into Oriana's beautiful eyes and melt. "Take me home." You look shyly up into her eyes, nervously biting your lip.

"That is exactly what I'd hoped you'd say." Leaving the strewn gym clothes, Oriana helps you up, pulling you into her, kissing you briefly with a smug grin. "Such delicate lips! I can't wait to feel their tender touch in all the right places. Welcome to the family."

Your mind wanders to all the right places for your delicate lips to explore on Oriana's incredible body, the last line slipping right past you. She kisses your neck, and every tense muscle in your body collapses. You feel yourself melt into her arms. "Mmm, that feels so good... you feel so
good... god, anything you say, anything you want, let's go do it. You keep kissing me like that and you can make me do just absolutely anything."

"I know," Oriana raises an eyebrow above her smug grin. "Now why don't we go get dressed before we both give in and just fuck right here? The limo is waiting." She takes your arm, leading you back to the locker room. She pulls you close, kissing you passionately once again, your head spinning as
she steps away. "Get dressed, my darling." You find a slim crimson dress and a pair of silky white panties in your hands. "You should hurry," She crinkles her nose in a smirk, "My desire for you is growing impatient, and you'll be too exhausted to dress yourself once I'm done with you."

You pull the clothes on to find the dress a perfect fit to the curve of your body, just tight enough to buoy up your ample breasts into spectacular cleavage, the fabric thick enough to keep your large, dark nipples from showing through, the length just barely far enough to perfectly hide the
bright white panties when you take a comfortable step. She sets a pair of strappy black heels before you and you step in, strapping them around your ankles.

Oriana, her own black dress an intricate lace hinting at an absence of anything at all underneath it, opens the maintenance door in the back of the locker room, leading down a hall and through another door into the alley behind the gym, where Oriana's long white limo indeed waits. A
well-dressed blonde girl smiles from where she stands by the driver's door as you both climb in the back, the door automatically sliding shut behind you as the driver steps into the front. It's perfectly silent in the back of the limo as you feel it start to roll down the alley.

Oriana draws you down to sit across her lap on the soft black seat in the very back of the limo, soft black leather rows of seats stretching down either side of a matching soft black leather table running down the middle of the spacious limo. Your tongues slide past each other as her hand glides up under your dress, between your legs. Your legs up on the limo seat, your
thighs part almost of their own accord to give her better access to the white silken panties waiting between them.

Too lost in Oriana to pay any attention to the speeding limo, it zips away to a fate unknown. You don't realize it yet, but this is the last time you will ever see this gym, or even this town for that matter.