As she watched neighbour's college son walk out of the gym hall, Pauline slowly emerged from her post-orgasm afterglow. With it, her awareness of herself and her surroundings returned. The clanking of the weights in the main gym hall. The soft hiss of the air-conditioning. The warm sunrays falling through the window of the now empty exercise room she was in. And, a slow, pulsing desire emanating from her clit for more. More of the man she had just sucked off. More of him.
She could still taste him. He had been clear, however, that this was all she was going to get for now. That only seemed to heighten the low, but present, tension she felt. Slowly, she started touching herself, feeling her own wetness. She didn't care that the maintenance men outside fixing the pool could probably still see her. In fact, probably were watching her.
Let them, she thought. She leaned back against stack of yoga mats on the far side of the hall where the neighbour's college son had previously pinned her down. She sat down with her back against the stack and her legs lightly spread out before her, and proceeded to take off her crop top followed by her sportsbra, exposing her nipples to the cool gym air. The caress of the refreshing air made goosebumps stand out all over her body.
At first, she only lightly ran her fingers along her legs, feeling the smooth curve of her quads, focussing on the sensations around her. The soft touch of the sunrays slowly warming her up. The springy feel of the yoga mats against her back. Soon, however, as her hands slowly moved inwards, the world around her started to fall away.
She forced herself to only lightly stroke her clit with her left hand despite her hunger for a more intense sensation. With her other hand she traced a line with her nails along her neck, down to her chest and in between her breasts, the slight scratching sensation sending small shivers through her spine.
She arched her back, moving with the building sensation. Her breathing came quicker and more laboured. Images of his muscular physique flitted through her mind. His chiselled shoulders and the striations of his chest. His powerful legs. The tight ridges of his abs ending in a v-point just above his engorged, thick cock.
She continued to deny her clit a more intense sensation, savouring the heady mix of frustration and sexual tension as she imagined him holding her down, powerless to resist as he finally thrusted himself within her. The tension built and built until she could hold it no longer. Her orgasm rolled over her in waves as she shuddered and twitched in sweet release.
And yet, while momentarily fulfilled, a small part of her hungered for more. The real thing. Tonight. She quickly gathered her things, noting that the maintenance men outside were watching her every move. Their hungry glances roved over her naked body, their erections pushing against their waistbands. She revelled in the attention, knowing that she must haven driven them mad with lust. Still, she spared them no further glance, her mind focussed on one thing only.
***
She checked herself one final time in the mirror. She had settled on a tight, red dress which nicely accentuated the slight muscular curve of her legs, her taut stomach and firm breasts. That will do, she thought, as she locked the door behind her. Cradling a good bottle of wine, she walked the short distance to the neighbours.
Sebastian opened the door shortly after her knock.
'Welcome, welcome' he exclaimed, all the while making a heroic effort not to glance down at her chest. As she followed him to the through the house to the garden, she had to admire the tasteful setup. All glass and tight lines.
She remarked as much as to her host.
