The Weight Room
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It never fails, every weekday I see his face in the weight room. His smile always brightens my day when he stops at my desk to sign in. Every night I pray that maybe, just maybe he’d one day perhaps ask me out, but no, he signs in and requests a basketball and proceeds to the gym for his warm-up.
Well, this Friday evening, my prayers were answered! Upon returning his basketball, he states, “Got plans for the evening?” and I reply, “No, after we close, I will be heading home.” “Well, if I finish my workout early enough, maybe we can get a drink or something like that” he replies. I smile and he heads on to the weight room. My eyes were like glue; it was so hard for me to keep my them off him. I could see his every move from the clear view inside from my desk. The sight of him lying back on the bench and pressing one fifty-five in weight was making my panties wet.
On his way tot the mirror to do f few curl ups he glances my way, of course I quickly look down at some papers. Peering over my papers, I stare at his sweaty body as he pulls himself up one stroke at a time. My gaze was broken when my supervisor interrupts me and tells me she has to leave. Her babysitter called and her son is running a fever. She asks me to lock up for her, and to call if I had any problems. So I told her I could handle it and she tossed me her keys, grabs her purse and leaves out quickly.
Wanting to be sure to complete all of my duties, I get started cleaning up early. So around 8:45, as usual, I go inside to let everyone know they had only 15 more minutes until closing time. To my surprise, Mr. Brown Eyes Jones was the only one left behind. So I go to him and let him know he had 15 more minutes, and to finish his workout. Short of breath, he says okay. I turn to walk away as he grabs my wrist and asks me if I wouldn’t mind bringing him a towel. Of course I say no problem, and head out. Well on my way out the door, I don’t know what comes over me, (Maybe it was 50 Cent’s song on the radio) so with a new plan in mind, I headed to the front door and locked it. Unable to control myself, I stripped all my clothes off, covered up with a towel, and headed back inside. Mr. Jones had his eyes shut while finalizing his workout with some sit-ups. My body must have become possessed with a freak because before he could open his eyes, I straddled him and handed him his towel!
His eyes lit up like light bulbs on a Christmas tree. No questions were asked, none. He reached up and began massaging my breasts with slow tender motions. Gently he tweaked my big brown nipples between his thumb and forefinger, my God, this only added to my already wet pussy. Then he raised me up, and gently laid me back. My eyes were closed in anticipation of what was to cum. My right leg was raised up, and he grabbed foot, and began sucking on my beautifully manicured toes (thank God I made me appointment with Aleeta yesterday!) Next, this man started up my calves, and on to my thighs. I couldn’t help it, I let out a soft moan, because my body was yearning for what was next for his lips. And then, after what seemed like an eternity, he made his way to my already excited clit. He licked it up, down and around, and began inserting his two fingers in me as if his tongue and his fingers were in sync. My pussy was dripping, but this man didn’t seem to mind because from the sounds of it, he was slurping up all of my sweet juices. My back was arched in the perfect symmetry, I couldn’t help but grab his bald head and stroke it with one hand while my other continued my breast massage. In the midst of my pleasured excitement, he was able to undo his pants, wanting to return my pleasure to him, I raised up on my knees and before I even attempt to get started, he raised me up and began kissing me passionately on my neck, then my lips. All the while we were kissing, he was backing me up to the mirror. Pressed against the mirror, he raised my thigh to his hip, gently lifting me slightly and finally entered my throbbing pussy. I hadn’t had the chance to even check out his package, but from the way it completely filled me up, I thought I had died, and gone to heaven. His strokes started out slow, and deliberately deep, unable to control myself, I yelled “I’m cumming!” This must have been his breaking point because he began to fuck me so hard, my guts were screaming. I was surprised at myself for the loud screams that escaped from my mouth, but given the feel of his huge dick pounding my pussy, it was all good. In a passionate harmony, we both reached our climax together. Panting, and gasping for air, our eyes finally met. My first thought was what had I done? But to break the awkwardness, he asks me, “Are you still up for that drink?” Smiling, I say yes, and who ever said you can’t start a relationship from a one night stand is a liar. I now go by the name Mrs. Jones.