Última llamada en el gimnasio

The gym was dead by ten, just the hum of the treadmills winding down and the faint smell of rubber mats and disinfectant. I was wiping down the counter when she walked past the front desk, ponytail swinging, gym bag slung over one shoulder. She’d been here for an hour, grinding through squats and hip thrusts, and I’d been pretending not to watch every time she bent over.

“Hey, Jules,” I called out. “You know we close in ten, right?”

She turned, a slow smile spreading across her face. “Yeah, I know. Figured I’d grab a protein shake before you locked up.”

I leaned on the counter, towel over my shoulder. “You’ve been here a while. Trying to burn off something?”

She laughed, stepping closer until she was right in front of me. “Maybe. Or maybe I just like the view.”

My heart kicked. “The view of the gym?”

“Of you, idiot.” She reached out, fingers brushing my forearm. “You’ve been staring at me all night. Don’t think I didn’t notice.”

I swallowed, my mouth suddenly dry. “Can you blame me? You in those little shorts... fuck, Jules.”

She bit her lip, eyes flicking down to the bulge in my track pants, then back up. “So what are you gonna do about it?”

That was all I needed. I grabbed her waist, pulled her into me, and kissed her hard. She tasted like salt and mint, and she moaned against my mouth, hands tangling in my hair. I backed her up against the counter, lifting her onto it, her legs wrapping around my hips.

“Been thinking about this all night,” I muttered, sliding my hands up her thighs. “Watching you sweat, watching you bounce that ass.”

“Then stop thinking,” she whispered, pulling at the hem of my shirt. “Fuck me, Danny.”

I pulled her shorts down, and there it was — smooth, bare, perfect. Not a single hair. I groaned, running my fingers over the soft skin, feeling her shiver. “Jesus, Jules. You shaved for me?”

“Maybe,” she said, breathless. “Wanted you to taste every inch.”

I knelt down, spreading her legs wider. Her pussy was glistening, pink and swollen, and I dove in, licking a long stripe from her ass to her clit. She gasped, hips bucking, and I gripped her thighs, holding her still.

“Fuck, yes,” she moaned, fingers threading through my hair. “Right there. Don’t stop.”

I circled her clit with my tongue, then sucked it gently, feeling her tremble. She was soaking wet, sweet and salty on my tongue, and I couldn’t get enough. I slid two fingers inside her, curling them, and she cried out, back arching.

“Danny... I’m gonna come...”

“Do it,” I said against her skin. “Come on my face.”

She did, with a shuddering gasp, her thighs clamping around my head as she rode out the waves. I kept licking until she pushed me away, laughing breathlessly.

“Your turn,” she said, sliding off the counter. She dropped to her knees, yanking my track pants down. My cock sprang free, hard and aching, and she wrapped her hand around it, stroking slowly.

“Fuck, you’re big,” she murmured, and then she took me in her mouth, deep, all the way to the back of her throat. I groaned, gripping the counter as she bobbed her head, spit dripping down her chin.

“Jules... I’m gonna come if you keep that up.”

She pulled off with a pop, grinning. “Not yet. I want you inside me.”

I lifted her up, and she wrapped her legs around my waist. I carried her over to the mat, laying her down on her back. She spread her legs wide, that smooth, bare pussy glistening in the dim light.

“Come on,” she whispered. “Fill me up.”

I positioned myself at her entrance, then pushed in, slow, savoring the heat. She gasped, nails digging into my shoulders, and I sank all the way in, feeling her tightness around me.

“Oh god,” she moaned. “Yes... don’t stop.”

I started moving, slow at first, then faster, pounding into her. Her tits bounced with each thrust, and I reached down, pinching her nipple. She cried out, bucking against me.

“Harder,” she begged. “Fuck me harder, Danny.”

I grabbed her hips, driving into her deeper, and she screamed, wrapping her legs around my waist. The sound of our bodies slapping together filled the empty gym, and I could feel myself getting close.

—Me voy a correr —gruñí—. ¿Dónde lo quieres?

“Inside,” she gasped. “Come inside me. Please.”

I buried myself deep, and I came with a shuddering groan, spilling into her. She clenched around me, coming again, her body trembling beneath mine.

We lay there, panting, sweat cooling on our skin. She laughed softly, running her fingers through my hair.

“Think anyone saw us?”

“Don’t care,” I said, kissing her forehead. “Worth it.”

She grinned. “You’re gonna have to clean those mats before you lock up.”

I laughed. “Only if you help me.”

She pushed me off, standing up and pulling her shorts back on. “Deal. But first, I need that protein shake.”

We were still stealing glances at each other the next morning when I made coffee, her sitting on the counter, legs swinging, a satisfied smile on her face.

“Same time tonight?” she asked, sipping her shake.

I grinned. “I’ll keep the lights on.”

CATEGORIES: [Shaved pussy, Gym, Bartender, Just the Two of Us, Morning sex]