The Body Builder - Sex Stories

The Body Builder

... on her hands and knees. I put my hands on the curve of her hips and slid back into her from behind. I went as slowly as I could, but there was no doubt that my need had built up. It was only a couple of minutes before I was pounding as fast as I could, trying to bury my shaft as deeply as I could. I announced my climax with a shout. The cum seemed to squirt for ages as my body shuddered with release, and the liquid began to drip out of the glistening lips in front of me. I grabbed a nearby towel and caught the flow as best I could, while trying to stand, my legs not working well. I finally flopped onto the bed beside her as she curled up next to me.

“Welcome to the city!”

“I think I’m going to like it here!”

I woke up the next morning to strange lighting. It took a minute for the realization to sink in that I was not at home and was in someone else’s bed. Karyn’s bed. I felt next to me and the bed was empty. There was a pounding in my head, I didn’t think I had that much to drink last night, but it seemed to be matching my heart beat. A sudden larger bang allowed me to figure out that the sound was probably that of weights being lifted. I sat up and after a moment was able to stand up and move out into the studio. Karyn was at the bench and doing some flies, the sound being that of the weights shifting as she moved them back and forth. And she was still naked, a towel draped across the bench.

“Oh good, You’re up! Come spot me! I’ve been wanting to do more chest ...

... presses, but don’t like doing it alone.” I found myself being shown the proper way to spot for her and what to do if her muscles started to fail. “I work out at the gym up the street in the afternoons, but want to do a bit more some mornings. I’m gaining a reputation around the circuit and have gotten a few endorsement deals. So I have two income streams, one from the modeling and bodybuilding circuit and the other from my art work. The two work together well. I did a competition a week before I moved, so I was definitely cut. I’ll gain some fat back over the next few weeks, which I think you’ll like. My next competition is in eight weeks, so I’ll remove all the carbs about a week before and get back to my full cut body.”

We settled into a routine, the two of us. I would get up in the mornings and help Karyn work out. Some days it was a matter of a few steps from her bed to the studio, other days I would walk the two blocks from my place and once in a while we would make the walk together. It was nice to have a reason to get up in the mornings. And she wasn’t about to let me just watch. I found myself doing a morning workout with her. I wasn’t close to hitting her level of weights, but my muscles were growing over time. Even though I was only doing one workout a day, my physique certainly was improving.

And, of course, after the workout, one had to cool down and take a shower. It was the highlight of my days. I loved rubbing the soap over her hard body, sliding over her ...