"Seven. Eight. Nine...Ten!" Emma says in her head as she lifts the weight. With one leg on a bench and her arms reaching towards the ground, Emma repeatedly lifts a barbell up off the ground, to about the height of the bench, and then back down to the ground.
Emma set the weights on the floor and sits down on the bench. She grabs her towel and dabs the sweat that has formed on her chest before wiping off her brow. She takes a swig of water from her bottle and her eyes glance around the room. The usual people are here, but she was looking for one man. A man she just recently met at the gym -- Luke.
Emma has often found herself thinking more and more about Luke. The tall, blonde, extremely attractive man she met a few weeks back at the gym. His broad shoulders, his ripped abs, his perfect smile, they all make Emma's pussy wet even just thinking about him.
Emma's mind wonders about Luke as she continues to scan the gym. How does Luke kiss? How would he hold her? And more to the point -- how would he fuck her?
Emma was disappointed not to see Luke, especially since she was sure to wear her cute workout outfits ever since Luke started coming to the gym. Today was no exception. Emma's shoulder length blonde hair was pulled back in a cute braid and she wore a white sports bra with very short blue shorts that barely covered her ass as she worked out. Her small, thin frame was well on display and she can tell it was working by the looks she was getting from both the other men -- as well as a few interested women.
But, alas, Emma was only looking for Luke. Disappointed she didn't see him, Emma decided that she had enough of a workout today, and went for the locker room.
As she walked across the gym and turned a corner, she took one last look back at the gym as she walked and smack -- she ran right into Luke's broad chest. Luke caught her in his arms as she was dazed and confused on what happened.
"Oh my," Emma cried out, "I'm terribly sorry!"
Luke laughed it off, but still held a firm grip on Emma's arms.
"It's alright, a little distracted today?" Luke said with a big smile. Emma never noticed how great his teeth looked until now. She was so captivated by his smile, she forgot to answer Luke.
Snapping out of it, she said "Oh, what? Yes! I thought I forgot something."
Luke rubbed up and down Emma's arms and the sheer touch of Luke's hands made Emma tingle in all the right places. She could even feel her nipples getting hard under her sports bra. Luke looked up and down Emma's body before he let go of her arms.
"Yes, well, I'm sorry to see you go, but I was glad I," Luke paused, "got a chance to bump into you."
Emma laughed at his joke and smiled.
"Well, maybe I'll see you tomorrow," she said as she started to walk towards the locker room.
"What time are you going to be here?" Luke asked her.
"Oh, tomorrow," Emma said as she walked away, "I'll be here early. Busy day tomorrow. I'll be here when it opens."
"I'll be here," Luke said back to her. Luke's eyes were glued to Emma's ass as she walked away. With every stride, the small blue shorts would ride up giving him a glance at her ass cheeks. When she turned to offer him a smile, she caught him looking. His eyes quickly darted up to meet hers.
"See you then," Emma said as she disappeared into the locker room.
The next day Emma was the first to arrive to the gym. As she opened the door and looked around, it was just her and the woman at the front desk. Emma was dressed to impress today. Her hair was down and her natural soft curls flowed. She wore a pink sports bra today and skin tight black leggings that made her ass look amazing.
Emma checked in, found herself going towards a treadmill for a quick warm up, and began a light jog.
About five minutes into the run the front door opened and in came Luke. Emma immediately perked up on her treadmill as Luke entered the gym. He checked in, and he immediately saw Emma running on the treadmill. He gave her a small wave, which Emma returned with a head nod.
Luke walked over and greeted Emma.
"Fancy meeting you here," he said with a smile. Emma let out a small laugh.
"Care to join me?" Emma asks as she points over at the treadmill next to her. Luke hesitated.
"Running in place isn't usually my thing. I prefer the real thing."
"What did you have in mind?" Emma questions with a smile. Luke looked out the window.
"Beautiful day out there today. Should we go for a few laps around the park?"
Emma thought about it for a second and Luke noticed her hesitation.
"Come on, I'll even let you beat me," Luke said and started to walk away. Emma rolled her eyes and found herself shutting down her treadmill.
When she finally got outside, Luke was doing stretches as he waited for Emma. Without a word, Emma started off jogging without Luke. Within a couple strides, Luke caught up to her.
"What's the hurry?" Luke said, "Hot date?"
"No," Emma said, "just keeping my rate up."
"Oh, right," Luke said not believing her.
The two jogged for about a quarter mile in a bit of awkward silence. They ran side by side for most of it and Luke couldn't help looking over at Emma as she ran and watch her amble breasts bounce up and down in her pink sports bra. Every so often Luke would trail a bit behind Emma so he could sneak a peak of her tight ass in her leggings.
Emma wasn't so innocent herself. She couldn't help but notice Luke's bulging thighs as he ran and she too would find herself a stride or two behind -- checking out Luke from behind.
After a few more moments, Emma was the first to speak.
"You run a lot?" she casually asked Luke.
"Yes, but I'm more of a sprinter than a long distance man," Luke huffed through breaths.
"Oh that's too bad," Emma responded without really knowing what she meant.
"Don't worry, I can last a long time," Luke playfully responded.
"No, I didn't mean...." Emma answered. She could feel herself blushing a bit. Luke let it pass.
"Come on, let's pick up the pace."
Luke quickly blasted out in front of Emma. Emma, not liking to lose, chased after him. She kicked her legs as fast as she could and whizzed by Luke, who, when seeing her pass, kicked it into a higher gear himself.
The two playfully chased each other around the park for many minutes. Luke would pass Emma, and then Emma would pass Luke. At one point, Luke took a short cut through the park, jumping over a bench, and then playfully knocked into Emma with his hand grazing her small ass. Emma liked the feeling of his hands on her.
It was Emma's turn to chase Luke. Luke sprinted out in front on a long straightaway that led to a small incline and then quickly descend down. Luke was comfortably in the lead by ten feet when Emma started the descent. On one of her strides down, she landed her foot awkwardly on the cement, which caused her ankle to roll.
"Ow!" Emma cried and she fell to the ground grasping her ankle. Luke heard the scream, turned around to see Emma down on the ground, and rushed right back to help her.
"What's wrong?" Luke said as he knelt down beside her.
"My ankle. I think I twisted it," Emma said in pain. Her hands rubbed up and down her leg.
"How can I help?" Luke asked her.
"It's nothing. You can help me up though."
Luke stood, outstretched his arms, and Emma grabbed his hands and hoisted herself up. Unable to put weight down on her leg, she stumbled right into Luke's arms.
"Whoa. Whoa. Take it easy," Luke said. He offered her his arm, and Emma accepted. She grabbed ahold of his big forearm and hobbled down the path.
After about ten steps, Luke could tell Emma needed some time to rest.
"We are going to go nowhere at this pace," Luke said. He stopped walking and looked at Emma. "May I?"
"May you what?" Emma said looking up at his deep blue eyes.
Luke bent down and scooped Emma up into his arms. Startled, Emma let out a little moan as she settled into his arms.
"You can't possibly carry me all the way back. Not even with these muscles," Emma said as she playfully grabbed Luke's bicep.
"No, maybe not, but I can get us to a place where you can rest for a few minutes," Luke said. "There's a small outpost over here. You can rest there."
Emma nodded and fell back into Luke's arms as he carried her. It didn't take more than a few minutes for the two to wonder off the path and reach the small outpost. The building was nothing more than a big shed that was used by a park ranger on busy days to monitor the park. Today there was nobody working there.
"Is this where you take all your girls?" Emma laughed.
As they approached the door, Luke gently put Emma down and tried the door. To their luck, it was unlocked. Luke helped Emma inside and he helped her up onto the small table that was in the room.
"Let's take a look at that ankle," Luke said. He started to raise Emma's foot and untied her shoe. Emma grimaced at the movement of her leg and Luke gently slid off her shoe. Next, he carefully took off her sock.
Luke examined her ankle for a few seconds, gingerly touching it with his finger.
"Well, the good news is I don't think it's broken," Luke said looking up at Emma, "but I don't think you are going to be running for a few days. Sorry about that."
"It's not your fault," Emma started, "but it pretty much is your fault.
They shared a small smile and Luke continued to check out her ankle.
"Does your leg hurt at all?" Luke said as she started to investigate Emma's calf muscle. "Does this hurt?" he asked as he gently poked.
"No that feels fine," Emma responded.
