Gym Rat Jim

It is annoying to have a man stare at you in the gym, to have his gaze fixed on your crotch when you bend over to do lifts or your boobs on the mat doing stretches. It's why I hate coed gyms.

And that was this guy. It was like he was mentally peeling my gym wear off with his eyes: sport bra first, tights next, socks, shoes, everything. I ignored him, went over to some other equipment, but could still feel his steel gray eyes running over my body as if they were fingers.

Finally I'd had enough. "Would you please quit staring at me," I said firmly as I walked up to him. He was doing lat pulls on one of the machines. He said nothing, smiled, and continued to let his eyes move slowly up and down my body. I hadn't expected that. "You're making me very uncomfortable, so why are you doing it?"

"What's not to look at?" he replied, "you're a hot redhead, have a gorgeous ass, long lean legs, great rack..." He leaned toward me and whispered in my ear, "... and I'd love to eat your pussy 'til my face looked like a glazed donut."

I was about to scream, but didn't. "Who the fuck do you think you are, dude?" I hissed back. I could feel my face flush a bright red.

"I'm the guy who will rock your world," he replied. He was sweating profusely from a heavy workout. There was no sense of shame or emotion in his eyes or voice. It was like he was talking to an old friend, maybe a cousin or something. He resumed his exercise. "I've got my cab-over parked behind the gym next to the paint store. I've got another 15 minutes here. Meet me there."

You've gotta be kidding! I said to myself; no one had ever talked to me that way. What did he think I was? Some slut looking for a quick romp with some gym rat? "Fat chance of that, asshole," I replied as I walked back to the women's showers.

But no one had ever put their lips on my pussy. I'd had my husband's cock in my mouth and swallowed his cum but he'd never eaten me out. I'd never thought much about it until this foul mouth lout had whispered it my ear and started the worm turning in my brain. It was like that little spark that starts a forest fire. I showered, coating my finger with soap and teasing myself to a small orgasm as hot water washed down my back. I left my bra and panties in the gym bag, put on my cut-offs, a t-shirt, and my flip flops, then took the rear exit to the back parking lot next to the paint store. I knew what I was going to do: just fuck.

The door to the cab-over was ajar. I opened it. He was standing shirtless, barefoot, in dark blue gym shorts. There was nothing gentle about him. His gray eyes were like fingers running, touching, probing. He was late 40's, maybe even early 50's. Gray hair dappled his temples. A few beads of sweat still hung on the gray hairs of his sculpted in stone chest like little ornaments.

He closed the door. "You shouldn't have showered," he said bluntly and pulled me harshly to his chest. He smelled of sweat and steel. In an instant his hands were under my cut-offs squeezing my asscheeks. No one had ever treated me this way. It was electric.

His cock was huge. I could feel it against my leg, hard, thick. I reached down to touch it, stroke it; the head hung below the edge of his shorts. One hand slid around my thighs to my pussy and a finger started teasing my clit. I felt like I was in a movie where a couple meet, decide to fuck, then go to a room and ravage each other, He was ravaging me and I was eating it up. He pulled my tee over my head and ravaged my nipples with his tongue, his teeth. My shorts fell to the floor and he ravaged my pussy with his fingers.

This was his kitchen and bedroom- the table had been converted into a bed. He threw me down on it, spread my legs, and covered my wet pussy with his mouth. His tongue teased the clitoris, his lips nibbled my pussy lips, his fingers probed my cunt. In seconds I was having orgasm after orgasm. I'd never had sensations like that before. It was an intoxicant: I wanted more and more.

I don't know how long he ate my pussy or finger fucked me and I didn't care. Whenever it was, he mounted between my knees. I wanted his cock in me, to feel him slide in and out of my waiting pussy. But he was huge, easily four inches longer than my husband. And thick. I could barely get my hand around his shaft as I stroked him.

I pleaded for mercy. "I've never has a cock as big at that before..."

"You'll love it baby," he said, "You're really wet so it'll slide in easy enough..." The thick head parted my swollen lips. Intense pressure. He would put it in a little, then back out a little, then a little deeper. It was driving me insane, the intensity of nerves and sensations sweeping through my body like waves suspended somewhere between pain and unbelievable pleasure. A little more in, then out, a little more in, then his pelvic bone hit my pussy. Every inch of him was in me.

His strokes were slow and gentle, something I hadn't expected from such a brute, We started kissing. Long, passionate, tongues probing. His hands pinched my nipples and squeezed the flesh. I could feel my toes curl and my back arch. "Oh my god I'm cumming I'm cumming Jesus fucking christ I'm cumming!" I moaned as the biggest orgasm I'd ever had in my 21 years on this earth wracked my body. "Faster" I cried, "faster, harder." He did it faster, harder, and I came again and again.

"Baby, it's time for you to do some of the work," he laughed as he deftly rolled me over onto the top. His cock never left my pussy and now it was even deeper. My husband was always on top and never had he given me as much pleasure as I was feeling at that moment. And we had been fucking for easily half an hour. Husband was done in ten minutes. He'd fill his condom and that was it. I'd always wondered why sex was such a big deal; until now I'd never known how incredible a good fuck could be.

His cock was hitting my cervix, an exquisite pain over which I had absolute control. I could slide him into me until I felt the ecstasy, then back him out until he was almost out of me completely. It was, dare I say, heavenly. Slowly I rode him, up and down, in and out. A new orgasm building up deep inside of me. I started riding him faster and faster, trying but not quite succeeding in making that balloon pop, that bomb explode. It kept building and building and building the faster we fucked.

"Baby," he said, "I'm about to cum. I'd like to do it in your pussy."

I'd never had a man's semen inside of me. Ever. In spite of me being on the pill, my husband didn't want to risk having kids 'so soon'. I put the condom on because he liked for me to do it: it turned him on, especially when I did it with my mouth and lips. "Oh god," I said, "fill me up baby, cum inside, fill my pussy." It was like that was all I needed. I hit my orgasm when his cock started pumping me full of his cum. I could feel it drip down the inside of my thighs. It was incredible. I bent over, my breasts crushed against his chest, his throbbing cock still buried deep inside of me filling me with sperm. I rolled over to one side, his cock finally sliding out of me. We kissed and touched for a long, long time.

We'd been fucking for a little less than an hour. I was completely spent, every fiber in my body simply wasted. "What's your name?" I asked and I teased a few hairs on his chest.

"Jim," he replied, "and yours?"

"Chloe"

We fucked for most of the rest of the day. I took a video of him naked. Stroking himself to erection laying on the bed in his RV, and of me riding him. He took a few of me, one his white cream dripping from my pussy down onto the sheets, another burying his hard cock into my pussy doggy style, the last me stroking him, taking him in my mouth, swallowing. Then I put on my clothes and went home. My husband looked up from his cellphone and asked me where I'd been. "Just fucking around at the gym," I replied. He nodded his head and returned to staring at the screen.

I checked the parking lot for several days afterward but never saw his RV again. But on those empty nights when I'm awake after he's done, I look at my phone.