After-Hours Protein Shake

The gym smelled of sweat and rubber mats when I locked the front doors at nine. Elena, the new bartender from the smoothie bar next door, had slipped in twenty minutes earlier claiming she needed to use the shower before her late shift. Her eyes had locked on mine the second she walked past the desk, dark and hungry, like she already knew what my cock looked like under these gym shorts.

I wiped down the last machine, pulse hammering. She was still in the women’s locker room. The lights in the main floor dimmed automatically, leaving only the emergency strips glowing along the floor. My dick had been half-hard since she brushed past me, her tight tank top clinging to full tits and hard nipples.

「ジェイク？」彼女の声が漂ってきました。低く、からかうような調子で。「まだそこにいるの？」

“Yeah.” I walked toward the locker-room door, throat dry. “Everyone else is gone.”

The door swung open. Elena stood there in nothing but a tiny white towel that barely covered her ass, damp hair curling over bare shoulders. Water beads slid down her cleavage. Her gaze dropped straight to the obvious bulge in my shorts.

“Good,” she whispered, stepping closer. “Because I’ve been thinking about that cock all week every time you came in for your shake.”

She let the towel fall. Her body was tight from years of yoga, smooth shaved pussy already glistening. My hands moved before my brain caught up, cupping her heavy tits, thumbs brushing stiff nipples. She moaned softly, pressing into me.

“Fuck, they’re perfect,” I breathed, squeezing.

Elena’s fingers hooked into my waistband and yanked my shorts down in one tug. My thick cock sprang free, heavy and veined, the head already slick. Her eyes widened with genuine delight.

“Jesus, Jake… that’s a beautiful cock.” She wrapped both hands around the shaft, stroking slowly from base to tip. “So thick. I want to feel every inch.”

彼女が俺のモノを扱くたびに、俺はうめき声を漏らした。彼女の握りは力強く完璧だった。彼女は俺を鏡の壁に押し付け、冷たいガラスが裸の尻に衝撃を与えた。それから彼女は向きを変え、鏡に両手をついて背中を反らし、その肉感的な尻を俺の方へ突き出した。

「入れて。今すぐ。もう濡れてるの」

I spread her cheeks, dragging the fat head of my cock through her slippery folds. Her pussy lips parted eagerly, pink and dripping. I pushed forward, sinking the first few inches into tight, scorching heat.

“Oh god… yes,” Elena gasped, pushing back. “Deeper. Stretch me with that big cock.”

俺は彼女の腰を掴み、一気に奥まで突き入れた。彼女の内壁が濡れたベルベットのように俺を締め付ける。空っぽのジムに肌と肌がぶつかる濡れた音が響く中、長く力強いストロークで彼女を突き始め、鏡に映る彼女の胸が弾むのを見つめた。

“Harder, Jake… fuck me like you own this pussy.”

I reached around and found her swollen clit, rubbing tight circles while I pounded her. Her moans grew louder, breath fogging the glass. I felt her pussy flutter, then pulse hard as she came, gushing around my cock.

“Don’t stop… I’m still coming…”

I pulled out, spun her around and lifted her onto the nearby weight bench. She spread her legs wide, heels on the edges, pussy open and creamy. I drove back inside her in one thrust, this time face to face so I could watch her expressions.

Her nails dug into my shoulders. Every time I bottomed out, her eyes rolled back a little. I fucked her faster, the bench creaking beneath us, sweat dripping from my chest onto her bouncing tits.

“Fill me up,” she begged, voice breaking. “I want to feel that cock throb when you cum deep inside me.”

The pressure built fast. I gripped her thighs, slamming into her soaked pussy until my balls tightened. With a guttural groan I buried myself completely and erupted, thick ropes of cum flooding her spasming walls. Elena cried out, cumming again around me, milking every drop.

We stayed locked together, panting, my cock still twitching inside her. Finally I eased out, a thick trail of our mixed cum leaking from her puffy pussy onto the bench.

Later, in the dim glow of the smoothie bar next door, I watched her make us coffee in nothing but my oversized gym hoodie. She handed me a steaming mug, cheeks still flushed, and gave me a shy little smile over the rim.

“Same time tomorrow?” she asked softly, biting her lip.

あの時、彼女が俺のものを完璧にすべて受け入れてくれた記憶だけで、もう股間が再び熱く脈打ち始めるのを感じながら、俺はにやりと笑った。

“Wouldn’t miss it.”