He woke up to the sound of a woman in orgasm. The moaning came from down on the gym floor. He sat up in his makeshift bed in the loft and peered down into the dark shadows of the cavernous room.
"Oh, oh, oh," came the sharp piercing cries. "OOOOOHHHHH!" Was it an orgasm?
He listened for a few more moments; he could see a shadowy shape over at the boxing ring; The shape was writhing and trembling in a rhythm that reminded him of sex. The place was supposed to be empty though. It had to be at least 1AM. Finally, he called out, "Who's there."
There was a sharp yelp and the shadowy shape rolled out of the ring and onto the floor. "Hey," he heard a woman's voice call out.
"Hold it right there; I'm coming down." He slid down the ladder fireman style and hit the gym floor with a thud. He could see the girl running towards the door while trying to gather up some things. Was this a robbery? He was quicker on his feet and made it to the exit first. The woman actually plowed into him in her eagerness to escape.
Her bag dropped to the floor and her towel and clothes spilled out. He grabbed her wrists as she squirmed to get away. She was slick with sweat and her long hair was thrashing around. She was strong too and almost broke away from his grip.
"Let me go," she squealed.
"Hold it, hold it," he managed to get his arms around her waist and lift her off the floor and move her towards the light on the other side of the room.
What he was holding was a gorgeous woman with long wavy hair and brown eyes. She was petite, no more than 5'5" but that was all that was petite about her. Her body was a compendium of curves and mounds in all the right places. She was wearing a tight red leotard and her creamy flesh was pouring out of it. She glistened with sweat and her eyes flashed with anger.
"Let go of me asshole," she screamed and managed to throw her knee up into his crotch. He doubled over with pain and she turned to run but he bound after her and grabbed her ankle. Now they were both on the floor wrestling. This time she was able to make a fist and punch him in a spot no man wants to be punched in. She leapt to her feet and danced above him like a victorious boxer as he writhed in pain.
"Who the hell are you?" she demanded.
"I was gonna ask you that," he groaned as he rolled on his back and brought his knees to his chin in an effort to ease the pain. "I'm Frank's cousin; he let's me crash in the loft up there when I'm passing through town."
"Oh my god," she gasped and she knelt down and cradled his head. The agony in his crotch was almost worth it as she pulled his face into her mammoth breasts and hugged him to her body. "I'm so sorry. I didn't think anybody was here. Frank lets me use the gym after hours. I like to work out alone. Did I hurt you? I'm sorry." She was stroking his hair gently.
"Mnmmnmmmmn," was all he could manage as he buried his face in her soft warm cleavage. She was moist from sweat but smelled sweet as a flower.
"Are you OK? I'd didn't mean to do that." She pulled his head up and looked in his eyes. "I'm Karen, Karen Price."
"Ed," he grunted and held up a hand. She took it and squeezed it tightly.
"I've never ever done anything like that."
"It's OK; I startled you."
"It's not OK! How can I make it up to you?"
"Just help me to a chair." Karen slipped her diminutive body under his arm and supported him as he struggled to his feet. She could feel that he was well-built, a boxer's body. As they moved to the chair he leaned against her and dropped one arm down her back. It brushed against her rear and he realized that it was meaty and plump but well toned and muscular.
She eased him down into a folding chair and sat in front of him on the floor tucking her legs under her chin. He finally got a good look at her face. Her hair was mussed and strands stuck to the bare skin on her shoulders. Her face was round and soft and had a warm open and innocent expression. Her eyes projected concern and curiosity. He could tell that she was checking him out and liked what she saw.
"Anyway, what do you do Ed?" Her voice gushed out over him with its musical tones.
"I was a boxer, lightweight, until a few months ago. I've decided to go back to school. UC Berkeley, law. How 'bout you."
"Well, you caught me at a bad time," she giggled with delight. "I'm actually trying to make up my mind. I've been asked to do some modeling."
"So what's to decide? You're a fine looking woman."
She giggled again and even in the dim light he could see she was blushing. "Yes, well, um, thank you, but it's a different kind of modeling." She hesitated then whispered, "It's for Pl…Playboy." Now she was looking demurely at the floor.
Ed chuckled kindly. "They made a good choice. You should do it."
Suddenly Karen's face brightened and she leapt up. "Do you really think so? She spun around and then thrust her hips towards him. "You don't think my thighs are too fat?"
"Not at all; they're perfect."
She laughed again and wagged a finger as she followed his eyes down to her shapely derriere. "Naughty, naughty. It's because of wolves like you that I have to workout late at night by myself."
"So you're a gymnast? I'd love to see your routine."
Again she squealed with delight. "Really? Would you? You can help you know. I never get to use a spotter. The guys are always trying to cop feels." She was blushing a little at this idea as she got herself in position for her routine. Suddenly she was on the floor and scissoring her legs up at him. This was the beginning of a long set of different shapes and poses as she stretched and bent her body in ways that seemed impossible for any human especially one as voluptuous as Karen.
Ed might have appreciated the athleticism of her efforts but all he could do was stare at her magnificent body as her huge soft breasts changed shape with every twist and turn and her round ass tightened whenever she did some awesome lifting with her legs. Plus she kept grinning and teasing him. When she stood on one foot with her arms out an her other leg parallel to her back she turned to him and winked.
After about ten minutes of this she took his hand and led him to some of the bars and rings and other equipment on the other side of the room. He still limped a bit and she blushed. "Oh, it still hurts! Poor baby, what can I do to make it better?"
"Well, you could kiss it and make it better."