After-Hours Protein Shake

The gym smelled of sweat and rubber mats when I locked the front doors at nine. Elena, the new bartender from the smoothie bar next door, had slipped in twenty minutes earlier claiming she needed to use the shower before her late shift. Her eyes had locked on mine the second she walked past the desk, dark and hungry, like she already knew what my cock looked like under these gym shorts.

I wiped down the last machine, pulse hammering. She was still in the women’s locker room. The lights in the main floor dimmed automatically, leaving only the emergency strips glowing along the floor. My dick had been half-hard since she brushed past me, her tight tank top clinging to full tits and hard nipples.

“Jake?” Her voice floated out, low and teasing. “You still here?”

“Yeah.” I walked toward the locker-room door, throat dry. “Everyone else is gone.”

The door swung open. Elena stood there in nothing but a tiny white towel that barely covered her ass, damp hair curling over bare shoulders. Water beads slid down her cleavage. Her gaze dropped straight to the obvious bulge in my shorts.

“Good,” she whispered, stepping closer. “Because I’ve been thinking about that cock all week every time you came in for your shake.”

She let the towel fall. Her body was tight from years of yoga, smooth shaved pussy already glistening. My hands moved before my brain caught up, cupping her heavy tits, thumbs brushing stiff nipples. She moaned softly, pressing into me.

“Fuck, they’re perfect,” I breathed, squeezing.

Elena’s fingers hooked into my waistband and yanked my shorts down in one tug. My thick cock sprang free, heavy and veined, the head already slick. Her eyes widened with genuine delight.

“Jesus, Jake… that’s a beautiful cock.” She wrapped both hands around the shaft, stroking slowly from base to tip. “So thick. I want to feel every inch.”

I groaned as she pumped me, her grip firm and perfect. She backed me against the mirrored wall, the cool glass shocking my bare ass. Then she turned, bracing her hands on the mirror, arching her back so her juicy ass pushed out toward me.

“Put it in me. Right now. I’m soaked.”

I spread her cheeks, dragging the fat head of my cock through her slippery folds. Her pussy lips parted eagerly, pink and dripping. I pushed forward, sinking the first few inches into tight, scorching heat.

“Oh god… yes,” Elena gasped, pushing back. “Deeper. Stretch me with that big cock.”

I grabbed her hips and thrust hard, burying myself to the balls in one stroke. Her walls clenched around me like wet velvet. The wet slap of skin echoed in the empty gym as I started fucking her in long, powerful strokes, watching her tits bounce in the mirror.

“Harder, Jake… fuck me like you own this pussy.”

I reached around and found her swollen clit, rubbing tight circles while I pounded her. Her moans grew louder, breath fogging the glass. I felt her pussy flutter, then pulse hard as she came, gushing around my cock.

“Don’t stop… I’m still coming…”

I pulled out, spun her around and lifted her onto the nearby weight bench. She spread her legs wide, heels on the edges, pussy open and creamy. I drove back inside her in one thrust, this time face to face so I could watch her expressions.

Her nails dug into my shoulders. Every time I bottomed out, her eyes rolled back a little. I fucked her faster, the bench creaking beneath us, sweat dripping from my chest onto her bouncing tits.

“Fill me up,” she begged, voice breaking. “I want to feel that cock throb when you cum deep inside me.”

The pressure built fast. I gripped her thighs, slamming into her soaked pussy until my balls tightened. With a guttural groan I buried myself completely and erupted, thick ropes of cum flooding her spasming walls. Elena cried out, cumming again around me, milking every drop.

We stayed locked together, panting, my cock still twitching inside her. Finally I eased out, a thick trail of our mixed cum leaking from her puffy pussy onto the bench.

Later, in the dim glow of the smoothie bar next door, I watched her make us coffee in nothing but my oversized gym hoodie. She handed me a steaming mug, cheeks still flushed, and gave me a shy little smile over the rim.

“Same time tomorrow?” she asked softly, biting her lip.

I grinned, already feeling my cock stir again at the memory of how perfectly she had taken every inch.

“Wouldn’t miss it.”