Fairy Wings in the Dim Gym

The air in the half-empty gym hung thick with sweat, rubber, and her perfume. I was sitting on the bench press, wiping my face with a towel, when Lisa—our redheaded waitress from the café across the street—walked past carrying a bottle of water. Her gaze snagged on me, her lips curving into a sly smile.

"Still hanging around here till night, Max?" she asked, her voice low and a little husky. "Or are you just waiting for me to walk by?"

I looked up and saw how her thin tank top clung to her sweat-damp chest. Her nipples were already poking through the fabric. The want hit me hard, like it always did when I saw her.

"Maybe I am waiting," I said, not looking away. "You're especially... glowing tonight. Like you've got wings behind your back."

Lisa laughed, but her cheeks flushed pink. She set the bottle down next to me and bent over, pretending to fix the lace on her sneaker. Her fingers brushed accidentally across my thigh. The heat of her skin burned right through the fabric of my shorts.

"Wings, huh?" she whispered, not lifting her eyes. "You know, fairies sometimes leave them off for the night... if they find the right man?"

I caught her wrist. Her pulse hammered fast and hard under my fingers.

"Then don't leave. The gym's almost empty. Stay."

She straightened up. Her eyes glittered.

"You serious, Max? Right here?"

"Right here," I breathed out, pulling her closer. "I've been picturing peeling that tank top off you for a week."

Lisa bit her lip but didn't pull away. Instead, she straddled my lap, facing me, wrapping her thighs around my hips. Her pussy, covered only by thin leggings, pressed against my already rock-hard cock.

"Then don't waste time talking..." she whispered against my lips and kissed me.

The kiss was hot, wet, hungry. Our tongues tangled, and she let out a soft moan into my mouth. My palms slid under her tank top, finding her firm tits. Her nipples were hard as pebbles. I squeezed them between my fingers, rolled them. Lisa arched her back, pressing in harder.

"Oh, fuck... harder," she breathed, pulling away from my lips for just a second.

I yanked her tank top over her head. Her tits spilled out—heavy, with pink nipples. I leaned down and took one in my mouth, sucking hard. Lisa buried her fingers in my hair and started grinding her wet cunt against my cock through the fabric.

"Max... I'm already dripping, you hear me?" she panted. "Get all this off me. I want you inside."

I didn't wait. I lifted her, set her on her feet, and peeled her leggings and panties down in one motion. Between her legs gleamed a smooth, completely shaved pussy. Her lips were swollen and soaked. I ran my fingers over her clit—she shuddered all over.

"Get on the mats," I said hoarsely.

Lisa lay back on the soft exercise mats, spreading her legs. I shoved my shorts down. My cock sprang free, thick, with a swollen head. She stared at it with hungry eyes.

"Big..." she whispered in awe. "Come on, fuck me. I'm your fairy tonight."

I dropped between her thighs, ran my head along her wet slit, and pushed in slowly. Her pussy was hot, tight, gripping me snugly. Lisa arched her back and let out a loud moan as I filled her to the hilt.

"Oh yeah... just like that... deeper," she groaned, digging her nails into my shoulders.

I started moving. Slow at first, savoring every thrust, every wet sound. Then faster. My balls slapped against her slick ass. Lisa bucked her hips to meet me, her tits bouncing in rhythm.

"Fuck your fairy... harder, Max... I want to come on your thick cock," she whispered, eyes half-lidded with pleasure.

I flipped her onto all fours. Now her round, firm ass was right in front of me. I sank in again, rougher this time. Lisa buried her face in the mat and moaned loudly into the fabric. I grabbed her hips and pounded deep, feeling her pussy start to pulse.

"I'm gonna... oh god, I'm coming!" she screamed.

Her body convulsed. Her cunt clenched hard around my cock, and hot liquid sprayed out of her. I couldn't hold back. A few powerful thrusts—and I shot thick cum deep inside her. Hot streams filled her up while she trembled and moaned, arching her back.

We collapsed onto the mats side by side. Lisa turned to me, trailing her fingers across my chest, smiling.

"You know... I really do feel like a fairy right now," she said softly, kissing my shoulder. "Except instead of wings, I've got your cum dripping down my thighs."

I laughed and pulled her closer.

"Then stay my fairy a little longer. The gym's closed now. We've got all night."

"Deal," she whispered, dragging her tongue along my neck. "But next time I'm on top... I want to ride you like my own personal magic wand."

Her fingers were already sliding down again, wrapping around my half-hard cock. The want flared up fresh.