The Business Trip Trainer

The hotel gym was empty except for the sound of weights clanking and my own ragged breathing. I'd been watching her for twenty minutes, this woman in the tight black leggings and sports bra, her dark hair pulled into a messy ponytail that swung with every rep. She was focused, intense, her body glistening with sweat under the fluorescent lights. My business trip was supposed to be all about meetings and spreadsheets, but all I could think about was the curve of her back as she bent over for a deadlift.

"Need a spot?" I asked, my voice coming out rougher than I intended. I'd been staring, and she'd caught me.

She straightened up, a slow smile spreading across her lips. "You a trainer or just a helpful guy?"

"Both. Name's Mark." I stepped closer, close enough to smell her perfume mixed with the clean scent of sweat.

"Lena." She wiped her forehead with the back of her hand. "And yeah, I could use a spot. This last set's a killer."

She positioned herself under the barbell, and I moved behind her, my hands hovering near her hips, ready to assist. As she pushed up, her ass pressed against my thighs, and I felt my cock stiffen instantly, pressing against the fabric of my shorts. She didn't pull away. Instead, she held the weight at the top, her body trembling slightly.

"Harder," she whispered, and I knew she wasn't talking about the set.

My hands slid from her hips to her waist, then up to cup her breasts through the thin sports bra. She let out a soft moan, dropping the barbell back onto the rack with a clang that echoed through the empty room. She turned to face me, her eyes dark and hungry.

"Fuck, I've been watching you all week," she said, her hands gripping my shoulders. "Every morning, same time, same machine. You think I don't notice?"

I didn't answer. I just pulled her into a kiss, hard and demanding, my tongue sliding into her mouth. She tasted like salt and mint, and she bit my lower lip, pulling back just enough to whisper, "My room. Now."

We stumbled down the hall, our hands all over each other, fumbling with the key card. The door clicked shut behind us, and she pushed me onto the bed, climbing on top of me, her thighs straddling my hips. She pulled off her sports bra, her tits spilling out, nipples hard and dark. I reached up, cupping them, feeling their weight, and she arched her back, a low groan escaping her throat.

"You have no idea how long I've wanted this," she said, her voice hoarse. She leaned down, her mouth finding my neck, biting and sucking while her hands worked at the waistband of my shorts. I lifted my hips, and she yanked them down, my cock springing free, already slick with pre-cum.

"Fuck, Mark," she breathed, wrapping her fingers around the base. "You're huge."

I watched her, my breath catching, as she lowered her head and took me into her mouth. Her tongue was hot and wet, swirling around the head before she took me deeper, her throat relaxing around the tip. I groaned, my hands tangling in her hair, guiding her rhythm. She looked up at me, her eyes locking with mine, and the sight of her, this fierce, sweaty woman on her knees for me, nearly made me come right there.

"Stop," I said, pulling her up. "I want to be inside you."

She grinned, a wild, hungry look, and rolled onto her back, spreading her legs wide. Her leggings were soaked through, a dark patch at the crotch. I peeled them off, tossing them aside, and she was bare underneath, her pussy shaved smooth and glistening. I ran a finger along her slit, and she shuddered, her hips bucking against my hand.

"Don't tease," she begged. "Please."

I positioned myself at her entrance, the head of my cock pressing against her wet heat. I pushed in slowly, inch by inch, watching her face as she took me. Her mouth opened in a silent O, her eyes fluttering closed. I buried myself to the hilt, and we both groaned, the sensation overwhelming.

"God, you feel incredible," I said, my voice strained.

She wrapped her legs around my waist, pulling me deeper. "Fuck me, Mark. Fuck me hard."

I didn't need to be told twice. I started to move, a steady rhythm at first, then faster, harder, the bed squeaking beneath us. Her nails dug into my back, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. I leaned down, capturing her mouth again, swallowing her moans as I pounded into her. The room was filled with the sounds of wet, slapping skin and her broken cries.

"I'm close," she whimpered, her body tensing beneath me.

"Ven para mí, Lena."

Her back arched, a scream tearing from her throat as she came, her pussy clenching around my cock. The feeling pushed me over the edge, and I buried myself deep, my own orgasm crashing through me, hot and pulsing. I collapsed on top of her, our bodies slick with sweat, our hearts hammering against each other.

For a long moment, neither of us spoke. Then she laughed, a low, throaty sound.

"Best business trip ever," she said.

I kissed her forehead, still catching my breath. "We're not done yet. We've got all night."

She smiled, her hand sliding down my stomach, finding me already hardening again. "Good."

Morning light filtered through the curtains, and I woke to the smell of coffee. She was sitting on the edge of the bed, wearing only my shirt, a mug in her hands. She smiled at me, a soft, knowing look.

"Room service," she said, nodding to a tray on the table. "Figured we'd need the energy."

I reached for her, pulling her back onto the bed, the coffee sloshing but not spilling. She laughed, and I kissed her, slow and deep, tasting the bitterness on her lips.

"What are you doing today?" I asked, my hand sliding up her thigh.

She set the mug aside, her eyes meeting mine. "Cancelling my meetings. You?"

"Igual."