At the Gym - His Story - Sex Stories

At the Gym - His Story

... and with gaze fixed on mine she said “Just look, ok? In here you can look at anything you want. Just remember your promise”. My heart skipped a beat as I considered the implications, and then my eyes moved back to space between her thighs. The tight leggings moulded perfectly around the cleft of her pussy, and I must have stared for at least 30 seconds, taking it all in, before I continued upwards enjoying the flat tanned stomach that her crop top showed off.

My eyes reached her breasts, not huge, but on her 5’2” frame c-cups were more than big enough. They were round, pert, and looked incredibly firm. I could see the outline of a pair of nipples, suggesting she wasn’t wearing a bra. I’d never been close enough to appreciate them before, but now I was practically drooling at the idea of seeing them.

Our eyes finally met again, and I spent a moment taking in her beauty, a cute mole on her left cheek was the only blemish on her lightly tanned skin, and an enormous pair of piercing blue eyes were perfectly framed by blond curls that cascaded down her face.

“What do you want to see?” She asked. I couldn’t believe what she was saying, and barely knew what to respond. Without thinking I blurted out, “everything.” It summed up what I was thinking whilst also leaving enough room for interpretation that she wouldn’t accuse me of being a pervert and storm out.

Without a word, she turned around and pulled her top up and over her head. I admired her toned but feminine ...

... body, soft golden skin, and the beautiful curve of her lower back. I could feel myself growing hard already. Back turned to me, the most beautiful woman I had ever seen began to push down her leggings, revealing a tiny thong, and a perfect, tight little ass. Shapely and firm, all I could think about was what it would feel like to reach out and touch it, grab it, kiss it.

She turned around, hands holding a pair of impossibly pert tits, then very slowly let her arms drop to her sides, giving me a full view of her puffy pink nipples. Even as a teenager I’d never seen tits like this, all I could think about was burying my head in them. Two perfectly formed orbs, without a hint of droop to them, naturally firm and perfectly tanned.

She hadn’t finished yet, and with a cheeky smile slipped both thumbs into the sides of her thong and pushed it down at a snail's pace. Miillimetre by millimetre,it crept lower. Not a single hair appeared, nor the hint of a tan line, just a smooth, sunkissed pussy. Two pursed lips marked her entrance, flush against slender thighs. I couldn’t tear my eyes away. Could I see a hint of moisture between her legs?

“You like?” she asked, knowing full well what my response would be. I nodded my head eagerly, without changing my focus.

“Have I made you hard?,”

“Yes.” came my timid response.

“Prove it..” she responded.

She spoke the words with such authority that I was pushing down my shorts before I knew it, my boxers did little to contain my ...