She's a good pupil

"I don't know, Brian." She touches her full lips with her finger in what could be a lovely indication of hesitation, but that you find incredibly provocative. "I usually use the weight machines."

"I'll show you." You chuckle as you hold her hips firmly and walk her backwards until she loses her balance and ends up with her back leaning against the padding. You continue moving forward straddling the slanted bench until your hips press firmly against Alice's pinning her to the bench and your hands reach for her full breasts.

"Oh Brian." Alice moans as you knead her tits through her knit top, "I don't know about this." Even as she protests, her hands land on your hips and she pulls your groin even tighter against hers. You can feel the softness of her camel-toe pressing against your cock through the thin layers of cloth that separate you.

"You're so beautiful, Alice." You offer one of the many bland phrases that you've learned over the years, they have no real meaning, but they help overcome the hesitation felt by even the most eager of your fans. Ever since high school you've become accustomed to passionate encounters with women you've just met, but these women often need some kind of reassurance before allowing themselves to just lay back and enjoy the sex.

"OK, but just for a bit." She relents before adding a half-hearted explanation. "Someone might see us." The lids of her eyes close almost all the way and she arches her back lifting her tits invitingly as you grope them. In spite of her concerns she makes no attempt to stop you when you pull first her knit top and then the sports bra over her head. Her breasts are close to perfect large enough to spill out of your hands, but not large enough to lose their shape or firmness.

You're in no hurry, other than the two men you passed on the way down to the weight room, you haven't seen anyone who might stumble you. Her nipples are almost as red as her lips and as you roll them between your fingers and thumbs they prove to be as responsive as the rest of Alice's delightful body. In fact, when you finally release her breasts to pull off your shirt, her hands replace yours and pull and roll at the erect teats.

Your belt and pants drop to the floor and your reach for the waistband of her leggings. Her hands cover yours and you wonder if she's going to stop you now after you've gotten this far.