Sarah’s Unforgettable Summer: Chapter 4

Abstract: Chapter 4 of 14: After sex and breakfast, Ana takes Sarah to the gym. People are awed by Ana's size, physique, and strength. Ana trains Sarah to exhaustion. Thereafter, Ana takes Sarah into the gym shower and has sex with her.

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The sun was barely cracking the horizon when I slipped out of bed, leaving Ana sprawled across the sheets. My body still hummed from last night - every muscle loose but tender, like I'd run a marathon in bed. In the kitchen downstairs, I flicked on the coffee maker first, the gurgle and drip a comforting ritual we'd started sharing every morning.

I rummaged through the fridge, pulling out eggs, some spinach that was on its last legs, and a couple of those overripe tomatoes I grabbed from the roadside stand. I cracked eggs into a bowl, whisking them with a fork, the sizzle starting as I heated the pan. The coffee pot beeped, and I poured myself a mug, black and steaming, leaning against the counter to sip it while the scramble came together.

Footsteps creaked on the stairs, heavy and unhurried. I turned just as Ana appeared in the doorway, completely bare, her tall frame filling the space like she owned it. Her skin was muscular and glowing in the morning light slanting through the window. Her arms wrapped around me from behind, pulling me back against her, breasts pressing warm into my shoulder blades. Her lips found my neck, soft at first, then parting to suck lightly, teeth grazing the skin just below my ear.

"Morning," she murmured, her voice rough from sleep, breath hot against my dampening skin. One hand slid up under my tank top - the only thing I'd thrown on for the stove - cupping my breast, thumb flicking the nipple until it peaked. I arched into her. I quickly turned off the stove, saving our eggs, knowing where this was leading.

Her other hand then tugged at the waistband of my shorts, fingers dipping inside to brush the smooth mound she'd shaved bare yesterday. "These need to go," she said, yanking them down my thighs along with my panties in one smooth pull. I stepped out of them, heat flooding my cheeks and between my legs as she stripped the tank top over my head too, leaving me exposed in the bright kitchen. The air hit my skin, nipples tightening, and I felt that **** thrill again, like every inch of me was hers to map.

"I want my woman naked when we're in private," Ana said, her tone matter-of-fact. She pressed closer, her hips and pussy nestling against the curve of my ass, already warm and slightly damp. "It provides me full access when I want to have sex."

I laughed, a little breathless, turning my head to catch her eye. "Oh - there you go again. Am I your woman?" Her grin was all confidence, eyes locking on mine. "You will be."

Before I could fire back, her hands gripped my hips, lifting me effortlessly onto the kitchen counter. The granite was cool against my bare ass, a sharp contrast to the heat building in my core. She stepped between my knees, pushing them apart with her shoulders, my heels hooking on the edge instinctively. The position left me wide open, my freshly smooth pussy on full display, lips already parting from the exposure. She bent over, her eyes raked over me, dark with intent, before she leaned in.

Her breath warmed my inner thighs first, teasing the sensitive spots she'd kissed yesterday in the shower. Then her tongue - flat and warm - licked a slow stripe up my slit, from entrance to clit, tasting the faint remnants of last night's arousal mixed with my fresh wetness. I gasped, hands gripping the counter edge. She didn't rush; her tongue circled my outer lips, sucking one into her mouth gently, then the other, tugging just enough to make me squirm. "Fuck, you taste good in the morning," she muttered, voice muffled against me.

Her fingers joined in, two sliding along my folds, parting them to expose my clit fully. She flicked it with the tip of her tongue, quick and precise, building that electric buzz that made my toes curl. I was slick already, the smoothness amplifying every sensation - no barrier, just raw contact. She pressed her mouth harder, lips sealing around my clit as she sucked, the pull sending a jolt straight up my spine. One finger eased inside me, then two, curling upward to stroke that sensitive spot deep within. She pumped them slow at first, matching the rhythm of her tongue, in and out, twisting slightly to hit different angles.

My hips bucked, chasing more, but she pinned me with a forearm across my pelvis, holding me steady. "Stay put," she said, pulling back just enough to watch her fingers disappear into me, coated in my arousal. The sight was erotic - her knuckles shiny, my pussy clenching around her - and it made me throb harder. She dove back in, tongue lashing my clit faster now, fingers thrusting deeper, the wet sounds filling the kitchen. Pressure coiled tight in my belly, every nerve firing as she worked me relentlessly.

"Oh god Ana... So good..... I'm gonna cum.....," I panted, one hand tangling in her hair, the other bracing behind me. She hummed against me, the vibration pushing me closer, her free hand sliding up to pinch my nipple, rolling it between her fingers. The dual **** broke me - a violent orgasm crashing over me in waves, my walls pulsing around her fingers, wetness flooding out as I clenched and released. She didn't stop, milking every shudder, tongue softening to lap gently as I came down from this sexual high, thighs trembling around her head.

She finally pulled away, standing to kiss me, her mouth tangy with my taste. "Shall we have breakfast?," she said, smirking as she turned on the stove to heat up the eggs. We ate like that - me still perched naked on the counter, her standing between my legs, feeding each other bites of eggs and toast. Her hand stayed on my thigh the whole time, thumb tracing lazy circles, a promise of more.

By the time the plates were cleared, the sun was higher, warming the room. Ana rinsed the dishes, her back to me, ass flexing as she scrubbed. I watched, still buzzing from the counter session, my body loose and sated. She dried her hands and turned, eyes appraising. "We're going to the gym today," she announced, like it was non-negotiable. "We're showering there, so pack a change of clothes. Bring that flowery dress you wore when we first met. I really like that."

I raised an eyebrow, sliding off the counter, my bare feet hitting the floor. "The gym? Now? After this?" I gestured vaguely.

She stepped close, cupping my chin. "Yeah. Now. You need to build-up your strength for when our sex gets more intense." Her remark made me more fearful, but excited with what was going to happen next.

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I grabbed a small duffel bag, stuffing in a towel, water bottle, bra and panties, and the flowery sundress Ana had requested - the light cotton one that fluttered just above my knees. It was the one I'd worn on our first beach walk together. Here we were, heading to the gym like it was just another step in whatever our relationship was becoming. My body still tingled from the kitchen counter, a low hum of satisfaction mixed with that edge of anticipation she always sparked.

I had Ana drive my beat-up SUV. With her, I felt more comfortable and protected - wanting her to take control. Her hand rested possessively on my thigh the whole way, fingers drumming lightly against my skin through the thin fabric of my shorts.

The gym was a no-frills spot on the edge of town, the kind with scuffed floors and the faint smell of rubber mats and sweat clinging to everything. We signed in at the front desk, and she led me straight to the cardio area, her stride confident, like she owned the place. A few heads turned as we passed. Ana had that effect, her height and build drawing eyes without trying.

"Start with 15 minutes on the treadmill," she said, pointing to the machine next to hers. "Slow to slightly faster walking, nothing crazy. Get the blood moving." She set her pace first, steady movement that made her ponytail bounce, her soccer team sweatshirt loose but hinting at the power underneath. I hopped on, matching her speed, the belt humming under my feet. As we increased the speed, my breaths came quicker than usual, not just from walking - but from being this close to her, watching her muscles flex with each step, brought back flashes of last night, her body pinning mine to the sheets. Sweat started beaded on my forehead after five minutes, and I stole glances at her, focused and intense, like she was training for more than just a workout.

By the time we finished, my legs felt loose, heart pumping steady. Ana wiped her face with the hem of her shirt, flashing a strip of toned abs that made my mouth go dry. "Good. Now weights," she said. "Full body. We'll hit legs, back, chest, arms. I'll show you each one." She grabbed a pair of dumbbells from the rack, demonstrating squats first, dropping low with perfect form, her thighs straining against the fabric of her break-away pants. "Keep your core tight, ass back," she instructed, eyes on me as I mimicked her, the burn starting in my quads. It was humbling, how effortlessly she moved the weight - thirty pounds in each hand, like they were nothing - while I struggled with a five pounders, my form wobbling until she stepped behind me, hands on my hips to guide.

Ana moved me through the workout with speed and precision. Halfway through, Ana paused, peeling off her sweatshirt in one fluid motion. Underneath was a black sports bra that hugged her like a second skin, straps digging into broad shoulders capped with muscle that rippled as she stretched. The gym went quiet - a woman on the rower missed her stride, a guy mid-squat nearly dropped his bar. Her delts were rounded boulders, traps rising like hills from her neck, pecs defined enough to shadow the bra's edges. She pulled off her breakaway pants next, revealing short shorts that barely skimmed the bottom of her ass cheeks, the fabric clinging to quads that looked carved from stone, hamstrings etched deep. I gasped - I believe everyone else in the gym did as well - at this valkyrie, dominating every inch of space around her. The stares were blatant now, a mix of awe and envy from the scattered lifters. Ana just shrugged it off, grabbing the next set of weights like it was nothing.

By the end, I was spent - muscles screaming in that good way, but buzzing with something deeper. Ana, this beautiful, sexy, and sensually-charged powerhouse, made me feel small, comforted, and protected all at once.

"Shower time," Ana announced, slinging her bag over her shoulder. The locker room was empty when we got there, steam from earlier users lingering in the air. I stripped down first, peeling off my sweaty clothes, the cool tile shocking against my heated skin. Ana watched, eyes dark, as I folded everything into my locker. She shed her bra and shorts last, standing there nude and unselfconscious, her body a map of power - breasts high on her chest, nipples dark and peaked from the chill, smooth pussy framed by strong thighs that could cradle - or crush. I felt exposed next to her, my softer curves on display, but the way she looked at me, hungry and appraising, chased away any doubt.

We grabbed our toiletries and headed to the showers, stalls divided by walls with privacy curtains. I stepped in closing the curtain behind me. I turned on the water, hot spray hitting my shoulders, rinsing away the sweat as soap sudsed over my skin. Suddenly, Ana stepped in, closing the curtain behind her. Not expecting her, I was startled for a moment. The stall was tight for two, water pounding down on us both, steam rising fast. Her body pressed against mine, wet skin sliding, breasts flattening to my back as she caged me against the tile.

"What if someone...." I started, but her mouth was on my neck, one hand cupping my breast, pinching the nipple until I gasped. The water made everything slick, her other hand diving between my legs, fingers parting my folds without preamble. I was already wet - not from the shower, but from the gym, from watching her lift, from the way she'd commanded the whole damn room. "No one's coming," she said, voice rough over the spray, two fingers thrusting inside me, deep and sure, curling to hit that spot that made my knees buckle.

I braced against the wall, palms flat on the cool tile, ass arching back into her. Her thumb circled my clit, relentless, while her fingers pumped, the wet sounds lost in the water's rush. "Ana..... Oh god..... So good...... So good," I moaned, head dropping, water streaming down my back. She ground her pussy against my thigh, hot and slippery, her free hand roaming up to tangle in my hair, pulling just enough to tilt my head back for her kiss. Tongues met, tasting of mint and sweat, her teeth nipping my lip as she fucked me harder with her hand, adding a third finger that stretched me, filling the ache.

The pressure built quick. "Ana...... I'm gonna cum......," I panted, her finger thrusts sending me over. The orgasm hit me like a wave, crashing through me. My knees buckled and I started to fall. Ana grabbed me around the waist and held me, with kisses to my neck and back until I recovered.

We rinsed off quick after, breaths ragged, her hand lingering on my hip as we toweled dry in the stall. Back at the lockers, I laid out my flowery dress and started to put on my bra and panties. "No," Ana said, taking it from my hand, tossing it into my bag. "I want my woman bare underneath her dress." Her tone was firm, eyes challenging, that same possessive glint from the kitchen.

I paused, then pulled the dress over my naked body, nipples pressing faintly against the cotton, the air teasing between my thighs. "Oh Ana, there you go again with your 'my woman' thing," I said, half-laughing. With my bra and panties left in the bag, my vulnerability thrilled me in its own way.

She zipped her own bag, slinging it over her shoulder, then pulled me close for a quick kiss. "Get used to it," she murmured, "I'm taking you out of your comfort zone." We walked backed to the SUV, her arm around my waist, I couldn't help but wonder what she'd claim from me next.