After-Hours French Heat

The gym lights were already dimming when I spotted her again. Elise, my married French neighbor, stood by the squat rack in tight black leggings that hugged every curve of her juicy ass and a cropped tank that barely contained her full tits. Sweat glistened on her tanned skin, and the way she bit her lip while checking her form sent a rush of blood straight to my cock. Tension crackled between us every time our eyes met in the mirror. The place was emptying fast; closing time in ten minutes.

She caught me staring and smirked, wiping her neck with a towel.

"Hey, neighbor. You always watch me like that, or just tonight?"

I stepped closer, pulse hammering. "Can't help it, Elise. That accent of yours does things to me. Your husband know you come here looking like sin?"

She laughed softly, a husky sound that made my dick twitch. "Pierre is away on business again. And I see how you look at me when I sunbathe in the yard. Don't pretend."

The last staff member shouted goodnight and locked the front door behind them, leaving us alone in the quiet gym. My hands itched to touch her. She must have felt it too because she backed up against the weight bench, eyes dark with want.

"Fuck it," she whispered, grabbing my shirt. "I've wanted your cock for months. Come here."

Our mouths crashed together, hot and urgent. She tasted like cherry lip gloss and salt. I grabbed her firm ass, squeezing hard as she moaned into my mouth. My hands slid under her tank, palming her heavy breasts, thumbs circling her stiff nipples.

"God, your tits feel even better than I imagined," I growled, pinching one until she gasped.

Elise yanked my shorts down, freeing my thick cock. It sprang up, already leaking. Her eyes widened with that filthy French smile.

"Putain... so big. I need it."

She dropped to her knees right there on the rubber floor, not caring about the sweat or the risk. Her soft lips wrapped around my dick, sucking me deep. The wet heat of her mouth made my knees buckle. She bobbed fast, slurping loudly, tongue swirling around the head while her hand stroked what she couldn't swallow.

"Shit, Elise... suck that cock. Just like that."

She looked up at me, mascara already smudging, and took me to the back of her throat. Gagging sounds echoed in the empty gym as she deepthroated me, spit dripping down her chin onto her cleavage. I tangled my fingers in her dark hair and fucked her pretty face, hips snapping.

After a few minutes she pulled off with a gasp, strings of saliva connecting her lips to my throbbing dick. "Now. Fuck me before someone comes."

I spun her around, bending her over the bench. I peeled her leggings and thong down just enough to expose her shaved, glistening pussy and that perfect French ass. She was soaked. I rubbed my cockhead along her slit, teasing her swollen clit.

"Stop teasing, put it in me," she begged, pushing back. "Fill my pussy."

I thrust hard, burying every inch inside her tight, wet heat. Elise cried out, gripping the bench as I started pounding her. The sound of skin slapping skin filled the room, mixed with her breathy moans.

"Oh fuck... yes! Harder! Your cock is stretching me so good."

I gripped her hips, slamming into her again and again. Her juicy ass rippled with every thrust. I reached around to rub her clit in tight circles, feeling her pussy clench around me. She came fast, shuddering, her walls pulsing as she soaked my balls.

"Don't stop... don't you dare stop," she panted, voice breaking.

I pulled out, flipped her onto her back on the bench, and hooked her legs over my shoulders. Sliding back in deeper this way, I fucked her with long, powerful strokes. Her tits bounced wildly under her tank. I leaned down, sucking one nipple into my mouth while grinding against her clit.

Elise's nails dug into my back. "I'm going to cum again... fuck me like you own me!"

Her second orgasm hit harder. She arched, screaming in French, pussy gushing around my cock. The sight and feel pushed me over. I buried myself to the hilt and exploded, pumping thick ropes of cum deep inside her married cunt. We stayed locked together, panting, sweat dripping.

Finally I pulled out, watching my cum leak from her swollen pussy lips. Elise smiled lazily, running a finger through it and tasting me.

"Mmm. Next time we do it in my kitchen while Pierre is on a call. Deal?"

I laughed, helping her up. "Deal. But only if you keep speaking French while I fuck you."

We dressed quickly, hearts still racing, the empty gym suddenly feeling way too small for all that heat.