It had been a long day. It was six or six-thirty when I leaned back in my chair, stiff from sitting in front of the computer for the past six hours. I stretched and my phone bleeped. It was Miss.
Gym, 7 PM
, she texted.
She read my mind. I needed a good workout. Miss guaranteed one.
I hopped on the bike and was at the gym just a few minutes before 7. The owner, Bob, greeted me at the front desk. He recognized me as Miss's boy as I had been there with her several times before.
"She's in the back room," he said.
Together, we walked toward the rear of the building. We stepped into the back room and saw Miss and her other boy already working out. Miss looked up and Bob tossed her a ring of keys saying, "Just turn out the lights and lock the front door when you're done."
"Will do, Bob, and thank you," she said as she caught the keys while maintaining her pace on the elliptical. Bob had known her family for years.
"Give me 10 push-ups and then get on the bike, you," she said to me with a cat-who-ate-the-canary smile on her beautiful lips. I quickly changed into my gym shorts and a t-shirt and started to crank out my push-ups. I then got on the bike behind Miss's elliptical. I got into the zone quickly. I could stare at Miss's ass on the elliptical forever.
"Time for sit-ups. Give me 50," she said. I immediately got off the bike and dropped onto my back at her feet. I bent my knees and began sit-ups. She sat on my feet and held my knees. Every time I sat up she would lean in and let me get close to her. I tried to get closer each time, as I counted, so I could steal a kiss. She kept just out of reach. On my last sit-up, she leaned in and gave me a long, slow kiss. My heart leapt.
"Good boy," she whispered. She noticed her other boy had finished his cycling and was now bench pressing on a nearby bench. He was benching 200 or so and I could see Miss appreciating his tightened muscles and the way he moved his body. He finished his sets relatively quickly and she walked over. She was wearing only a sports bra and a tight, rather, very tight, boy short and gray sneakers. She glowed from her workout and perhaps in anticipation of what was to come. She stripped out of her shorts as she stood by the other boy's head. She called me over.
From a gym bag on the floor, she pulled two rolls of athletic tape. She threw one to me and pointed to her boy's feet. She taped both his hands to the bar that held his weights while I removed his shorts and taped his ankles to the legs of the bench. His head fell back off the edge of the bench. Miss straddled his head facing his feet. I came up behind her. I reached around her waist with my left arm and across her breasts with my right. She leaned back against me and I held her tight. She tilted her head back over my clavicle and against my neck. This exposed her neck on the other side to my lips. At the same time she jumped slightly and hooked her legs around my knees. Like this, she was suspended completely from me as I held her tightly to my body.
I bent my knees and began rubbing her vulva like a pencil eraser on her other boy's mouth and nose. She groaned and I hugged her tighter. I continued to bob and weave teasing her across his mouth. I plunged into a deep knee bend and I saw his tongue shoot into her waiting cavity. She groaned louder and squirmed on him. He had learned his lesson last time and was now very successfully serving his Miss. I rubbed Miss up and down, left and right, forward and back. I slammed her down on his nose and picked her right back up again. She was gyrating back and forth in my arms. I could feel her belly tighten and loosen. She was close. I dropped down one more time and the boy latched on to his Miss's button and sucked for all he was worth. She spasmed and shook in orgasm as I held her tightly in place. I could feel through my lips on her neck the orgasm as it pulsed through her veins. I bit her neck gently.
When she had calmed a bit she supported herself with her hands on his chest and gently rocked herself to another, smaller, gentler orgasm on his mouth.
