Late Night Reps

The gym lights had already dimmed to their night setting when I locked the front doors. Only the low hum of the AC and the faint clank of weights remained. My last client, Lena, was still on the leg press, her tight black leggings soaked with sweat that made the fabric cling to every curve of her juicy ass. I’d wanted to fuck her for weeks. The way she looked at me during every session, biting her lip when I corrected her form, had my cock half-hard the entire hour.

“Three more, Lena. Push through it,” I said, standing behind her, hands hovering near her hips. My name is Jake, and at thirty-two I’d trained dozens of women, but none made my pulse race like this twenty-six-year-old marketing exec with the wicked smile.

She finished the set, legs trembling, and let the weight stack crash down. “God, Jake… my thighs are burning.” She stood up slowly, turning to face me. Her sports bra barely contained her full tits, nipples visibly hard against the thin material. The gym was empty. We both knew it.

Lena stepped closer, voice dropping. “You always stay this late for your clients?”

“Only the ones who keep teasing me every rep.” My hands found her waist, thumbs brushing the bare skin above her waistband. She didn’t pull away. Instead she pressed forward, letting me feel the heat radiating off her body.

“Then stop teasing back,” she whispered, eyes locked on mine. “I’ve seen how you look at my ass when I squat. I want it tonight. Right here.”

I kissed her hard, tongues sliding together instantly. She tasted like cherry lip balm and salt. My palms slid down to grip that firm ass I’d fantasized about, squeezing until she moaned into my mouth. We stumbled backward until her back hit the mirrored wall. The cool glass made her gasp.

“Fuck, Jake… I’m already so wet,” she breathed, tugging at my tank top. I yanked it off, then peeled her sports bra up, freeing her heavy tits. Her nipples were dark pink and begging. I sucked one into my mouth, rolling it with my tongue while my hand dove between her thighs. The crotch of her leggings was soaked through. I rubbed her pussy through the fabric, feeling her clit swell under my fingers.

Lena’s head fell back against the mirror. “Yes… right there. Don’t stop.” Her hips rocked against my hand, chasing the pressure. I slipped my fingers under the waistband, finding her shaved, dripping slit. Two thick fingers pushed inside her tight pussy, curling against her g-spot. The wet squelching sound echoed in the quiet gym.

“Oh shit, that feels so good,” she panted. She reached down and palmed my cock through my shorts, stroking the thick ridge. “I need this dick. Now.”

I spun her around, bending her over the nearby weight bench. Her hands gripped the padded edges as I ripped her leggings down to her knees. Her bare ass glowed under the low lights, two perfect cheeks with a glistening pussy between them. I dropped my shorts, my cock springing free, veins pulsing along the eight-inch shaft.

“Tell me you want it,” I growled, rubbing the fat head up and down her slippery folds.

“I want your cock, Jake. Fuck me hard. Make me cum on it before we get caught.” Her voice was husky, desperate.

I thrust forward, burying half my length in one stroke. Her pussy clenched around me like a vice, hot and silky. “So fucking tight,” I groaned. I pulled back and slammed in again, balls-deep this time. Lena cried out, the sound bouncing off the equipment.

We fucked like animals. I gripped her hips, pounding into her from behind, the bench creaking under us. Each thrust made her tits swing and her ass ripple. The wet slap of skin on skin mixed with her moans. “Harder… oh god, yes, just like that!”

I reached around and rubbed her swollen clit in fast circles. Her legs started shaking. “I’m gonna cum… don’t stop, please!” Her pussy spasmed, squeezing my cock in rhythmic pulses as she came hard, juices coating my balls.

I slowed just enough to pull out, flipping her onto her back on the bench. Her face was flushed, eyes glassy with lust. I hooked her legs over my shoulders and slid back inside her dripping cunt. This angle let me go deeper, grinding against her cervix with every stroke.

Lena’s nails dug into my arms. “Fill me up, Jake. I want to feel you cum inside me.” Her words pushed me over. I fucked her faster, sweat dripping from my chest onto her tits. The pressure built until I couldn’t hold back.

“Fuck… here it comes,” I rasped. My cock swelled and erupted, pumping thick ropes of cum deep into her pussy. She came again with me, walls milking every drop while she whimpered my name.

We stayed locked together, breathing hard, the smell of sex heavy in the air. Finally I pulled out, watching a trickle of my cum leak from her swollen pussy onto the bench.

Lena smiled up at me, lazy and satisfied. “Best workout I’ve had in months. Same time tomorrow?”

I laughed, helping her to her feet. “Only if you promise not to wear panties under those leggings.”

She kissed me once more, slow and deep. “Deal.”