Rush off to the Gym

Adam’s plan had almost paid off. He was halfway through his workout before Sara arrived at the gym.

Sara looked as stunning as ever, especially in her skimpy sports bra, causing Adam’s hair to stand on end.

“Started without me?” Sara asked in a flirty tone. She brushed the small of Adam’s back as she passed him, her fingers lingering slightly, sending a shiver down his spine as he picked up his new weights.

Adam chuckled nervously. “Yeah, I cheated and got in a little early.”

“I don’t mind, everyone needs to cheat every now and then.” Sara’s eyes, dark and knowing, drew Adam in like a dangerous current. Adam could barely concentrate on what, if any, sets he had remaining. He watched her begin her workout, mesmerized by the tempting, hypnotic rise and fall of her chest. Adam struggled to return to his exercises. Battling with each set to stay focused on anything but Sara. Sweet, caring Sara and her hot, tight, sweaty body.

Adam set his weights down and sighed. That was going to have to be it for the day. His mind soaked with lust, drowning in forbidden fantasies. He had to come back to earth. Run from the temptation. Get a drink.

But as he dropped his weight, Adam couldn’t help but notice the deafening silence of the gym. Fuck, she was already done running. Adam sighed and bit his lip. He shouldn’t be looking, but he needed to.

Sara’s petite tight body was already laying on the mat, stretching her lithe limbs. Sara’s smooth, damp skin gleamed in under the harsh fluorescent lights of the gym. Her tone legs splayed, her toned back arched. It took little imagination to envision her naked, fucking, cumming.

Adam fought the urge to approach her. The conflict between desire and guilt warred inside him. The gym felt like a pressure cooker. He needed air.