Roxy squatted down before pushing the equipment and weights back up. She had decided to join the gym for different reasons. She was clad in hot pink sports bra and short black spandex shorts. All alone in the hole-in-the-wall gym she felt free to do what pleased her. She had the music cranked up and rocking. She practiced her old strip moves to keep her fresh, even though she'd had no need to use them in years. The mirror reflected back her hips swaying and her breasts being rubbed. She enjoyed the privacy.
Rick propped himself against the door frame. He heard the music blaring as he let himself in. He didn't, however, expect to get a show as we watched the woman move to the groove of the music. Rick had seen her before and remembered the pure sexual desire that oozed out of her with very movement. He didn't want to disrupt the show, he'd rather become a part of it but he had other things that needed to be taken care of.
Roxy stopped dancing after the song finished. She turned and picked up where she left off in her routine. Jumping when she saw the male figure staring at her Roxy had seen him before but he looked good today in his tight black t-shirt around his tan body and dirty blond hair. The man's face was long like his body which was tall and lean. It seemed pleased and amused right now. "Enjoy the show?" she asked sarcastically.
"I'd be lying if I said no," he replied while pushing away from the door frame.
"Good to know I haven't lost my touch," she retorted as she moved to the next weight machine. She sat down, moving the pin to the proper weight limit, and setting the cushions to rest against the outside of her thighs she was ready to begin. Slowly Roxy spread her legs apart, feeling the burn in her muscles, before gradually bringing them back together. Her gaze remained low and steady on the man across the room. She could tell he was watching her in the mirror as he worked his already muscular biceps. Another song came on that gave Roxy the ability to move slowly and steady as she oozed sex. Smiling to herself she saw him fumble with the weights.
"You're a very bad distraction for a man. Do you know that?" Rick asked. Roxy laughed. "That's not funny."
"Well if you want to make it even feel free to do so," she smirked.
He walked over to her to stand towering over her. "And how do you propose I do that?" he raised a brow.
"Well-"she paused. "What's your name?"
"Rick."
"Hi, I'm Roxy," she greeted. "Well Rick, you look like a smart man, I think you can figure something out."
He did, leaning down he took her hand and cupped it around his hardening dick. "Is this good enough?"
She like what she felt. "Unless that's all you got you better hope no one else comes in here."
"Oh baby, that ain't all I got."
The door closed and he jumped away from her like a child in trouble. A man entered and smiled in greeting at the both of them. Rick walked awkwardly back to his spot as he tried to disguise his fully erect penis. He looked back at Roxy, who had moved to another machine, working her calves then placing the brace back under the weights she rested. She looked back at him and took the handle of the machine, that was long and thick like a penis, in her hand, she slid it up and down, licking her lips and watching Rick.
He looked back intently, imagining his penis was in her hands instead. Rick worked harder to hide his erection. More and more he wished they were alone.
"She's a hottie, isn't she?" the other man spoke as he watched the two exchange looks.
Rick was startled but quickly recovered himself. "Yea, she is."
"Are you two together?"
"No but I wish we were."
The other man chuckled, "If only I weren't married." His cell phone rang and after what sounded like an emergency he excused himself.
"Finally, we're alone," Roxy spoke as she walked over to Rick.
He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close. "Yes we are," he kissed her neck. "Now what do we do?"
She laughed a little, "I've never done it in a gym before."
