After-Hours Session

The gym lights were already dimmed for closing when I spotted her again. Elena Voss, the sharp-tongued lawyer who’d been my client for six weeks, stood by the squat rack in tight black leggings that hugged every curve of her juicy ass. Sweat glistened on her toned stomach, and the way she bit her lip while checking her form sent a rush of heat straight to my cock. Tension had been building between us for weeks—every correction I gave her came with lingering touches, every compliment from her carried a dirty little smirk.

“Mike, you still here?” she called, her voice echoing through the empty weight room. “I thought everyone bailed at nine.”

I locked the front doors and flipped the sign. “Private session tonight. You said you wanted to push harder before your big case. Figured we could go… late.”

Elena’s green eyes flicked over my tank top and gym shorts, pausing at the growing bulge I wasn’t hiding. She set the barbell down slowly.

“Push harder, huh?” She wiped her neck with a towel, but her gaze stayed locked on mine. “You’ve been staring at my ass all month, trainer. Don’t think I haven’t noticed those hands ‘accidentally’ brushing my hips.”

My pulse hammered. I stepped closer, the air thick with the scent of her vanilla lotion mixed with clean sweat. “Guilty. But you love it. Every time I spot you, your pussy gets so wet I can smell it through those leggings.”

Her breath hitched. A wicked smile curved her full lips. “Bold. I like bold.” She hooked her thumbs into her waistband and peeled the leggings down in one smooth motion, kicking them aside. No panties. Her shaved pussy lips were already swollen and glistening. “Courtroom’s full of rules. Here? I want you to break every one.”

I was on her in seconds. My mouth crashed against hers, tongues sliding hot and urgent. She tasted like mint gum and pure want. My hands grabbed that firm ass, squeezing hard as I lifted her onto the padded weight bench. Elena moaned into my mouth, spreading her legs wide.

“Fuck, Mike… touch me.”

I dropped to my knees, burying my face between her thighs. Her clit was hard and begging. I licked broad strokes up her slick folds, then sucked the sensitive nub between my lips. She bucked, fingers tangling in my short hair.

“Oh shit—yes, right there. Eat that pussy like you mean it.”

I did. Two thick fingers slid inside her tight heat, curling against her G-spot while I flicked my tongue fast. Wet sounds filled the quiet gym—her juices coating my chin, dripping onto the bench. Elena’s lawyer composure cracked; she whimpered and ground against my face, tits heaving under her sports bra.

“God, you’re good at that… I’m gonna—fuck!” Her thighs clamped around my head as she came hard, pussy pulsing and squirting a little against my tongue. The taste drove me insane.

I stood, shoving my shorts down. My cock sprang free—thick, veined, already leaking. Elena’s eyes widened with hunger.

“Big cock for a trainer,” she teased breathlessly, reaching out to stroke me. Her manicured hand looked so professional wrapped around my dick. “You gonna fuck your client now?”

“On the bench. Ass up.”

She flipped over eagerly, arching her back so that juicy ass pointed high. I rubbed the fat head of my cock along her dripping slit, teasing her clit.

“Stop playing and fuck me already,” she demanded, looking back over her shoulder. “I need it deep.”

I thrust in hard, burying half my length in one stroke. Her walls gripped me like a vice, hot and silky. “Jesus, Elena… your pussy’s so fucking tight.”

She cried out, pushing back to take every inch. “Yes! Fill me up. Pound this slutty lawyer cunt.”

I gripped her hips and started slamming into her. The bench creaked under us. Skin slapped skin, loud and obscene in the empty gym. I reached around to rub her clit while I fucked her, feeling her juices run down my balls. Elena’s moans turned into desperate gasps.

“Harder—fuck me harder! I’m so close again…”

I spanked her ass, leaving a red handprint on that perfect cheek. She yelped, then moaned louder, pussy fluttering around my cock.

Changing positions, I pulled out, spun her around, and lifted her legs over my shoulders. Her flexible trainer body bent easily. I sank back inside her in one smooth thrust, this time staring into her eyes as I drove deep.

“Look at me while I wreck you,” I growled.

Elena’s mouth fell open, mascara smudged from sweat. “I’m your dirty little fucktoy tonight… don’t stop. I want your cum.”

Her tits bounced free as I yanked her bra up. I leaned down, sucking a hard nipple while my hips pistoned. The new angle hit her G-spot perfectly. She started shaking, nails digging into my back.

“Mike—I’m cumming—fuck, I’m cumming so hard!”

Her pussy clamped down, milking me in strong waves. That was it. I buried myself to the hilt and exploded, pumping thick ropes of cum deep inside her spasming cunt. We stayed locked together, panting, bodies slick.

After a long minute she laughed softly, still trembling. “Best workout I’ve ever had. Same time next week, trainer?”

I kissed her swollen lips, feeling my cock twitch inside her. “Only if you wear the leggings again. And skip the panties.”

“Deal,” she whispered, squeezing her inner muscles around me with a naughty grin. “Now help me clean up before the night janitor shows. Though… part of me wants him to catch us like this.”

We both chuckled, sticky and satisfied, the gym mirrors reflecting our tangled, sweaty bodies under the low lights.