Sudor de verano sudoroso

The sharp scent of rubber mats and fresh sweat hit me the second I stepped into the empty gym. My pulse kicked up seeing Marcus, my trainer, wiping down the last machine, his tank clinging to every ridge of his chest. The place was ten minutes from closing on a humid July night, air thick and sticky, and the way his eyes locked on me said he wasn’t rushing me out.

“Late again, Lena?” he called, voice low and teasing. He tossed the towel over his shoulder, muscles flexing under the lights.

I dropped my bag, heart hammering. “Couldn’t miss our session. Been thinking about it all day.”

He stepped closer, close enough that I caught the clean salt of his skin mixed with the summer heat trapped inside the gym. “Door’s locked. Everyone’s gone. You sure you want to train… or something else?”

My breath caught. The tension had been building for weeks—his hands correcting my form, lingering a beat too long on my hips during squats. Tonight it snapped.

“Something else,” I whispered, reaching for the hem of my sports bra.

Marcus didn’t hesitate. He grabbed my waist, spun me toward the weight bench, and yanked my bra up in one bold pull. My tits spilled free, nipples already tight from the cool blast of the AC vents.

“Fuck, look at you,” he growled, voice rough with want. “Been dying to get my hands on these.”

He palmed one breast, thumb circling the stiff peak while his mouth crashed down on mine. The kiss was hot, messy, tongues sliding as summer sweat already beaded on our skin. I moaned into his mouth, fingers digging into his thick shoulders.

His free hand shoved inside my shorts, finding my pussy soaked and slick. Two thick fingers pushed straight in, curling hard.

“Oh shit… Marcus,” I gasped, hips jerking.

“That’s it, baby. So wet for me already.” He pumped faster, thumb grinding my clit in tight circles. “Tell me how bad you need this cock.”

“I need it. Right now. Fill me up.”

He spun me around, bent me over the padded bench. My shorts and panties hit the floor in a tangle. The mirror across the room showed everything—my flushed face, his powerful body behind me, cock straining against his shorts.

He freed himself. The fat head of his dick nudged my dripping entrance, then drove in with one deep thrust.

“God, yes!” I cried, walls stretching around his thick length.

Marcus gripped my hips, pounding hard and fast, balls slapping my clit with every stroke. The gym filled with wet smacks and our ragged breathing. Sweat rolled down my back, dripping onto the bench as he fucked me deeper.

“Harder,” I begged, pushing back to meet him. “Don’t stop.”

He reached around, fingers finding my swollen clit again, rubbing in time with his thrusts. My legs started shaking.

“You gonna come on my cock, Lena? Right here where anyone could have walked in?”

The dirty words sent me over. My pussy clenched, pulsing hard as the orgasm ripped through me. I moaned loud, juices coating his shaft.

He didn’t slow. Pulling out, he flipped me onto my back on the wide bench, spread my thighs wide, and sank back inside in one smooth glide. This angle let him hit even deeper, grinding against my g-spot with every roll of his hips.

“Look at me,” he ordered, voice husky. His dark eyes burned into mine. “Feel how deep I am? This pussy was made for me.”

I wrapped my legs around his waist, heels digging into his firm ass. “Yes… yours. Fuck me like you own it.”

He did. Long, powerful strokes that made my tits bounce. The bench creaked under us. Sweat slicked our bodies, making skin slap louder. He leaned down, sucking a nipple into his mouth, teeth grazing just enough to make me whimper.

Another climax built fast. I clawed at his back, whispering filthy encouragement between moans. “Come inside me, Marcus. I want to feel it.”

His rhythm turned urgent, hips snapping. “Gonna fill you up, baby. Take every drop.”

He buried himself to the hilt and came with a deep groan, cock throbbing as hot cum flooded my pussy. The sensation pushed me into a second, shaking orgasm, my walls milking him dry.

We stayed locked together, panting. Slowly he eased out, a thick trail of mixed cum leaking down my thigh. He grabbed a clean towel, gently wiped me before pulling me against his chest on the bench.

We lay there in the quiet gym, bodies cooling in the summer night air, listening to each other’s slowing breaths. The only sounds were the distant hum of the AC and our hearts finally settling.