Most of the time, I usually take my trips to the gym alone because I've come to appreciate that invaluable solo time.
But with my new, barely a month old relationship with Stanley, I've been inspired to try lots of new things. And that includes inviting him along with me to get a little bit of gym time in.
And here now, with him lifting that barbell as he's doing an overhead press, I'm so glad he's with me. Because if he wasn't I'd feel pretty damned desperate salivating over him as I watch the rippling of his back muscles with each lift of the barbell.
So in order to prevent a puddle of my drool from collecting on the floor underneath my feet I decide to move away a bit to do some walking lunges of my own. My plan was to get a workout in, not to stare at Stanley the entire time. I turn my back to him and proceed with my regularly scheduled program, intent to concentrate on my own goals for the day despite the hot-ass guy working up a sweat behind me.
Even the thought of perspiration trailing down his forehead and the sides of his face with his exertion has me tempted to turn back around to watch him. I resist the urge though, and lunge toward the wall. But now, face to face with the wall and with no more room left to go this way, I can’t avoid turning around to retrace my steps and return to the spot where I started. No problem, I lie to myself, I’ve got this. Stanley’s not the first attractive man I’ve seen at the gym. Really, Ella, get a grip, I think to myself.
I turn back, walking and lunging across the floor, careful to keep my eyes straight ahead on the opposite wall. But who am I kidding? I let my curiosity get the best of me as my attention drifts back toward Stanley. Yep, he’s still there, pressing. And looking sexier than should be legally allowed for any one man.
He turns around to catch me watching him and I smile. He smiles back before taking a brief pause. Then he's back at it, with barbell squats this time. And I give up, finally admitting to myself that this is going to be way too much of a distraction.
I walk over to him and signal that I'm going to the exercise machines upstairs. He nods without missing a squat and I shake my head, disappointed at my weak attempt at self-control. Discipline, determination, and focus are supposed to be my thing. They're practically inherent parts of my personality as the daughter of a hard-assed ex-military father, who never seemed to recognize that his children were civilians and not one of his soldiers.
But Stanley's got one up on me, which even I have to admit is not only surprising but impressive and sexy as hell.
We'd returned to my place after my poor attempt at working out, and I was in the shower when I heard the bathroom door open and close. I glanced behind me to see Stanley peeling his damp gray shirt off of his body.
He grinned at me. “Do you mind if I hop in there with you? It's best if we be responsible citizens and conserve water.”
“Conserve water, huh? Is that your only motive for needing to jump in here right now?”
He nodded, but neither of us believed him.
I gestured for him to come in and returned to creating a lather with my towel. With my back turned to him, I felt a gust of wind blow against my skin as he opened the glass door and stepped inside of the enclosed shower. A distinct odor drifted my way, the evidence of his effort mingled in with his perspiration. And in spite of myself, I was turned on by his distinct, rank smell. But we needed to get clean, so I turned around, happy to do the honors.
I let the soapy towel drag along his skin, starting at his neck, then trailing it over his shoulders, under and down his arms, before moving to his torso. As I moved the towel along his skin, I let my other hand glide along the bumpy ridges of his defined pectoral and abdominal muscles.
I looked back up to find him intently watching my every move and said, “Can you turn around for me?” He did, and I continued with my attentive wash of his body, starting with the broad expanse of his back.
I watched his shoulders shiver from the feel of my fingernails grazing his skin from his shoulder to his buttocks. He reached back and grabbed my hand, taking the towel from me. “Now, let me.”
Stanley took his turn gliding the soapy towel over my naked body, carefully lingering over the peaks of my breasts and tight nipples. When he finally gave my sensitive nipples a break, he then brought the towel down to my pussy, only giving a quick teasing swipe, before he moved down to clean one leg and then the other. He was on his knees now as the water beat against him. He kissed my right thigh and drew the flesh into his mouth, making me moan out his name in pleasure. Then he returned, traveling upward again until he found the juncture where my thighs met.
Stanley lifted my leg up and over his shoulder and used the fingers of one hand to separate my lips. He kissed one side and then the other before turning his attention to my exposed, pulsating clitoris.
He showered kisses there, before taking my aching bud between his lips and pulling it fully into his mouth. Flashes of electric shock shot through me with his rhythmic sucking.
I gripped the sides of his shaved head, my hands slipping along the slick surface. Unable to keep a firm hold on him as I became lost in the sensation, I lifted my arms, in hopes that the shower walls could hold me up.
But when he took my other leg and tossed it over his other shoulder, burying himself in a fleshy enclosure made of my thighs, my hold against the shower wall grew weak. Luckily though, his tight grip on my ass was enough to keep me from falling as he made a meal of my freshly cleaned pussy.
My back arched as he ravished me, treating me to the steady slide of his tongue against my clit. And it didn’t take long for me to explode as water from the shower rained down on my face and breasts.
After a few teasing swipes against my now overly sensitive clit, he held me for a few seconds more, as I struggled to catch my breath. With my eyes still closed, I could hear him turn the knob of the shower fixture and felt the cool air replace the former beating of the water against my skin. I felt him move and opened my eyes to see him standing in front of me now. He pulled me close to him until our naked flesh melded together and then lowered his mouth to mine, fusing our lips together.
I pulled away and smiled up at him. “You know? I have a teeny tiny confession to make.”
“Watching you doing the overhead presses in the gym really turned me on. Does it sound stupid if I say I was kinda jealous?”
“Because you’ve never lifted me like that.”
He raised a brow. “All you had to do was ask.”
And without another word, he cupped the back of my naked, slick thighs and lifted me. I wrapped my legs around his waist and clung to him as he turned off the water and led us out of the shower. He kissed my lips as he walked us into the bedroom.
“Still jealous?” he asked.
I nodded. “Yep. Lift me higher.”
He tugged at my mouth, sucking at my lips with his own before fulfilling my wish and lifting me higher. His face was between my thighs, which were once again draped over his shoulders. My head was only mere inches from the ceiling and when I felt his wet lips against mine I reached my hands up to the ceiling, bracing myself against his pleasurable licks.
He found my clit and pulled it into his mouth, claiming it as if it were his own...to possess, to savor, and to cherish. And already sensitive from his attentive stroking before, it was no match for the relentless suction from his lips as he suckled me into another fierce orgasm.
He kept going, but I brought my hands down to his shoulders, squeezing and pleading for mercy. “Wait,” I panted, “I can't take anymore.”
“You sure?” he asked, looking up at me from between my legs with those sexy, taunting eyes. I jumped when he gave another long swipe of his tongue. “Please…”
He laughed as he lowered my body and brought me to the bed.
I grinned up at him and curled my finger, beckoning him toward me. When he came close, I said, “I'm not finished exercising, you know. I've got one more. But I need you to do it with me.”
He raised a questioning eyebrow at my request. “Exercise after the shower? Kinda defeats the purpose of showering, don't you think?”
I shrugged, leaned up to kiss his lips, then said, “Maybe. But this one will be worth getting sweaty all over again.”
Excitement lit his eyes. “Yeah?”
I nodded, and continued. “See,” I said, looking around the room, as if I was searching for something. “I think I’ve lost my Ben-wa balls somewhere around here.” I turned back to him with a fake pout on my face.
“Ben….what? What are those?”
“They're Ben-wa balls. Kegel exercisers. They're for toning the muscles in the vagina?”
He cocked his head, realization lighting behind his eyes. His voice was light with amusement. “So what do you need me to do?”
“Just lie down,” I said.
He did and I swung my leg over his waist and took his penis in my hand.“My Ben-wa balls are nice and hard,” I said, massaging his soft shaft back to life. “So I need to get you to a comparable state for us to do this.”
He closed his eyes and let his head drop back onto his pillow. With a lazy grin on his face, he said, “Do whatever you need to.”
I continued my careful kneading and caressing until I was satisfied with my results. “Now you're ready to properly assist me.”
He opened his eyes slightly and watched as I moved back up and lowered onto him. I closed my own eyes, savoring his slow slide into me. I grasped onto his pecs, the ones I had to force my eyes away from in the gym earlier, and used them to brace myself as I rocked my hips up and down onto him.
He filled me completely, more than my Ben-wa balls ever had. “This…” I breathed out,“This is how I exercise with my…with the balls.” With that, I used my internal muscles the way I would have if I were performing my Kegel exercises with my Ben-wa balls. As I lowered onto him, fully taking his shaft into my canal, I paused, then squeezed. One quick, faint squeeze as I opened my eyes to watch his reaction. His chest rose beneath my palms with his deep intake of air.
When I squeezed my inner muscles again, tightening little by little until I practically held onto him with a vice grip, his eyes rolled back into his head as he released the breath he'd just taken in. The tight squeeze was pleasurable for me as well, more than just an exercise now.
And his response--the heavy breathing and quiet grunts as I subjected him to slow, intermittent squeezes of my Kegels--only served to turn me on even more.
I began to ride him again, but maintained my tight hold around him as I moved up and then down. He brought his hands to my hips and his fingertips dug into my flesh as he squeezed me and I squeezed him inside in return.
My own wave of climax was surging up within me, on the verge of release, when I felt Stanley's large hands move around to encompass both cheeks of my my ass. He guided me, picking up our pace and controlling our rhythm. And I refused to loosen my grip from inside until I felt his body begin to shudder from the intensity.
Now there was no going back as he raced us both to completion. My own finale was right behind his, followed by my collapse onto his chest. I was exhausted and spent but my sex and body hummed with pleasure.
Maybe, I think to myself as my fingertips glide lazily along his bare chest, solo exercise time isn't all it's cracked up to be. I'm liking this workout buddy thing a whole lot more now.
Erotic flash fiction to make your Fridays a little more spicy.