Hands in the Heat

The salty breeze off the Mediterranean slipped through the open balcony doors of the hotel gym, carrying the faint scent of sunscreen and arousal. My pulse was already racing when Elena walked in wearing nothing but a tiny white sports bra and matching shorts that hugged her firm, tanned ass like a second skin. She was my last client of the day, a divorced marketing exec from Barcelona, and the way her dark eyes locked on mine told me she hadn’t come just for squats.

“Ready to sweat, Marco?” she asked, voice low and teasing as she dropped her towel on the mat.

I swallowed hard, my cock already thickening inside my loose training shorts. “You have no idea how ready I am.”

We started with shoulder presses, but tension crackled between us from the first rep. Elena’s tits strained against the thin fabric with every lift, nipples hardening into visible peaks. I stood close behind her, “guiding” her form, my hands brushing the sides of her breasts on purpose. She didn’t pull away. Instead she arched her back slightly, pushing her ass against the growing bulge in my shorts.

“Like that?” I murmured, letting my palms slide down her ribs until my fingers grazed the underside of her bra.

“Mmm… exactly like that,” she breathed, voice husky. “Don’t stop touching me, trainer.”

The explicit heat hit fast. I pressed my body fully against her back, one hand boldly cupping her left tit while the other dipped straight into the front of her shorts. My fingers found her pussy already slick and hot, shaved smooth except for a tiny landing strip. She gasped as I stroked her swollen clit in slow circles.

“Fuck, you’re soaked,” I growled against her ear, pinching her nipple through the bra until she moaned.

“Yes… keep groping me,” Elena whispered, grinding her ass against my rock-hard cock. “I’ve wanted your hands all over me since the first session.”

I spun her around and yanked her sports bra up, freeing her full, golden tits. My mouth latched onto one stiff nipple while both hands squeezed and kneaded her juicy ass, fingers digging into the firm flesh. She reached down and wrapped her hand around my thick shaft through the shorts, stroking me firmly.

“Take them off,” she demanded, eyes glazed with lust.

I shoved my shorts down, my heavy cock springing free, veins pulsing. Elena dropped to her knees on the yoga mat and swallowed me in one smooth motion, her lips stretching wide around my girth. The wet sounds of her deepthroat mixed with the distant crash of waves. I tangled my fingers in her dark hair and fucked her mouth with shallow thrusts, loving how she gagged and drooled.

After a minute I pulled her up, spun her toward the mirrored wall, and tugged her shorts down to her ankles. Her glistening pussy and tight little anus were completely exposed. I pressed two fingers inside her dripping cunt, pumping them fast while my thumb circled her clit. Elena’s legs shook.

“God, yes… finger me harder,” she begged, palms flat on the cool glass. “I want to cum on your hand first.”

I obliged, adding a third finger, stretching her. Her juices ran down my wrist as her walls clenched and fluttered. She came with a sharp cry, squirting lightly onto the floor, body trembling against the mirror.

Before she could catch her breath I bent her over the weight bench, lined up my cock, and thrust deep into her tight pussy in one stroke. The wet slap of skin on skin echoed in the empty gym. I gripped her hips and pounded her relentlessly, one hand reaching around to grope and slap her swinging tits while the other squeezed her ass cheek, spreading her open so I could watch every inch of my dick disappear inside her.

“Harder, Marco… fuck my pussy like you own it,” she panted, pushing back to meet every thrust.

I switched positions, sitting on the bench and pulling her onto my lap facing me. She sank down onto my cock again, riding me with frantic rolls of her hips. My hands never stopped groping — mauling her breasts, pinching her nipples, sliding down to rub her clit while I sucked on her neck. The scent of her sweat and sex filled the air.

Her second orgasm hit harder. Elena’s pussy spasmed around me, milking my shaft as she moaned my name. I couldn’t hold back. With a deep groan I buried myself to the balls and pumped rope after thick rope of hot cum straight into her clenching cunt. We stayed locked together, panting, my hands still lazily stroking her ass and tits as our mixed juices dripped onto my thighs.

Finally she kissed me slow and deep, smiling against my lips. “Same time tomorrow, trainer?”

“Wouldn’t miss it,” I said, giving her ass one last possessive squeeze.