Backwards and Forwards

Tania squealed as her vest was torn out of her hand and whipped off into the machine. She looked down in horror expecting to see her beautiful DDs exposed to the crowd and to her live stream – but thankfully her sports bra was still there. It was pulled taut over her tits, but thank goodness it was more elastic than her vest had been.

CJ hopped off the treadmill and rushed to help Brad after he had been flung onto the floor.

‘Oh my god, Brad, are you okay? I’m so sorry, I was trying to help!’

Brad sat up, rubbing his shoulder. ‘I’m fine CJ, thanks.’ He crawled back over to the machine to continue rescuing the trapped girl. ‘Look, I’ve got this,’ he said, gripping the back of Tania’s waistband with both hands. ‘Can you go check on that guy? He’s probably sitting there bored by now.’

‘Is Brad okay?’ Tania cried. ‘I’m the one trapped!’ She didn’t like CJ at all, and the sooner she fucked off out of her live stream the better.

‘Of course,’ the lifeguard agreed. ‘I’ll go look after your guy.’ With that she ran off in the direction of the weightlifting gear, her blonde hair swinging, her ass bouncing with each step.

‘Bitch,’ muttered Tania.

Suddenly the treadmill stopped whirring. Tania’s clothes were still very tight, but at least they stopped getting tighter. She could feel the back of Brad’s hands against her ass inside her stretched leggings. She hadn’t even seen this guy properly yet, but she assumed he was big, well built. His voice was certainly quite appealing. In spite of herself she quite liked the thought of his hands touching her.

The machine chugged, made a loud clanking noise as if something metallic broke off inside, then it finally moved in reverse. ‘Yes!’ Brad shouted, tugging at Tania’s clothes. ‘They are coming out!’

She felt her leggings and bra loosen slightly – this was such a relief! She was sure that now the machine was turning the other way Brad would be able to free her garments and she could escape. But maybe, not before swooning in his arms dramatically, fluttering her eyelashes and parting her lips slightly, waiting for him to give her the kiss of life.

With a clang, the treadmill switched into forward gear, surprising both Tania and Brad as her clothes were pulled tight again. Her bra pulled lower down her breasts and the gusset of her leggings pressed against her pussy. After the relief of being loosened just a moment before the sensation took Tania’s breath away.

The machine switched back into reverse, loosening her clothes, before instantly running forward, pulling them taut. Reverse, forward, reverse, forward, the treadmill started to emit an oily smell as the gears ground against each other. Tight, loose, tight, loose, with each pull Tania’s bra revealed a little more of her breasts while her leggings squeezed then released her pussy.

‘Waagh!’ Tania screamed. ‘Aargh,’ she cried as her clothes pulled tight again. ‘Aaahhh,’ she sighed. ‘Hmmm… Hmmph... Oooh, oh, aah, oh, oh yes, oh god.’

This was too much. Brad’s knuckles, his hands still gripping her waistband, bumped repeatedly into the soft mounds of her buttocks, and she could feel them jiggling with each tug. Her bra was rubbing deliciously against her nipples. Her gusset was teasing her clit mercilessly. She lowered her hand from her bra, pressing her fingers between her legs. The fabric of her leggings was pulled right into her slit, and she could feel a wet patch there. This felt too good. Oh god, yes, it felt so good. She clamped her hand over her pussy, her mouth forming a silent 'O'. People watching would think she was in pain from the ordeal, but actually it felt really, really good.

As the machine continued clanking and grinding, tightening and releasing her clothes, Tania realised with horror: in front of all these people, with Brad’s hands down the back of her leggings, and on her live stream, she was going to cum.