After a long hard day of contentious business meetings, I was ready to blow off some steam. So, although it was rather late in the evening, I headed for the fitness center of the Hilton hotel. Besides, I fully intended to maintain my training program even though it seemed I was traveling on business every other week lately. To my satisfaction, the room was empty, which would allow my to be with my thoughts during the work-out. It was also quite warm, and I quickly worked up a light sweat during warm-ups on the treadmill, and decided to remove my shirt before I began my weight lifting routine. I felt strong and confident as I worked, and the hard, muscular body reflected in the mirrored walls was, after more than a year of serious weight-training, as I wanted it to be. In between sets, I mused on the coy smiles and flirtatious looks I had received during the day from the sexiest lady I had ever met on a business trip. I was imagining her in a more intimate setting, with a immediate physical response in my rather tight shorts, when suddenly, the door opened, and to my great surprise (and delight), she walked into the room.
Hidden behind one of the machines, I froze as I watched her walk to the treadmill. She didn't notice me at first, which gave me a perfect opportunity to savor her appearance. Her long brown hair curled around her pert breasts. As she stepped up onto the treadmill, my eyes moved down her legs and stopped at the dimples on the backs of her knees, and I felt the urge to kiss her there. Noticing her shoelace was untied she stepped down. With one foot on the treadmill she bent over to remedy the problem. The oversized sweatshirt that was hanging over her firm ass inched up to reveal an incredible view as the form-fitting white spandex biking shorts revealed every curve, every nuance of that beautiful terrain. She straightened up and stepped away from the machine, apparently reconsidering her options. Later, I was to learn that she had seen me in one of the mirrors. Unwilling to let the image go, I closed my eyes, lost in fantasy, dreaming of what it would be like to run the tip of my swollen cock across her beautiful rear. I could almost feel the sensation of my cock parting her lips and gliding down to her clit. I jumped a little and my eyes snapped open as I heard someone politely clear their throat in front of me. Her dark brown eyes pulled me back to reality, but I was very conscious of the rather large bulge in my shorts. My face felt very hot as her smile brought a blush to my cheeks.
"Hello ..." was the only word that could escape my lips. "Hi there!" she replied. "Rather warm in here, isn't it?" she continued, and began to remove her sweatshirt, revealing a skin-tight white top matching her shorts. Her chest thrust forward as she raised her arms to pull the sweatshirt over her head. It took her a few moments to get the garment over her head, and I jumped on the chance to stare at the hard nipples protruding from the perfect center of her lovely round breasts.
Hmmm ... I thought, she said she was warm, so those stiff nipples can't be explained by her having a chill ...very interesting, let's see where this goes!
"Downright steamy!" I replied, grinning. She got back on the treadmill, and began a brisk walk. I moved to another station - leg curls - where I could see her quite well in the wall mirrors, her nice tight ass wiggling and firm C-cup breasts bouncing with every step. I could not help but notice that she was also watching me as I strained to do my sets, or was she eyeing my cock that strained against my shorts. After a few minutes of warm-up, she got off the treadmill, and moved towards the one of the weight machines.
"Could you spot for me on the bench press here?" I quickly asked. "Being alone here tonight, I didn't think I'd be able to do my normal sets - but if you could help me for a minute ..."
"Sure, happy to help if you return the favor later," she replied, and went to the spotter's platform at the head of the bench. I followed her, loaded the weights, and laid back on the bench and slid under the bar ... placing my head inches from her knees. Although it wasn't really necessary in order to spot, she moved closer to the bar, putting one knee on each side my head, so that I was looking right up at her mound. I breathed deeply, and caught her scent ... strong but so sweet ... and hesitated as long as possible to do my lift ... feeling my cock throb in my shorts ... she must know, I thought! Looking up from that sweet spot past her round breasts, my suspicions were confirmed. Her big brown eyes were locked on my obvious erection. Momentarily embarrassed, I let the weights fall back down. Our eyes met. A smile graced her full lips and a hint of red touched her cheeks. I could feel my shorts strain against my cock as it grew even harder.
"Sorry ... I didn't mean ..." she said shyly.
"It's just my natural reaction to such a beautiful lady." I said without hesitation. Her embarrassment subsided and an indescribable look came across her face. I could feel the passion pour from her eyes, and at that moment I knew how the evening would end. Driven by the now irresistible temptation, I touched her firm bare calf. I ran my hand up to her thigh and felt her body shudder. Sliding my body on the bench towards her a little more, I lifted my head to kiss her inner thigh just above the knee. Pausing there with my lips on her smooth skin, I could feel her tremble and could hear her breathing quicken. I reached up with both hands to grab her firm ass, and then begin to kiss and lick my way slowly up her thigh. She did not pull away at all, but leaned forward onto the bar in front of her and spread her legs apart to invite me in. I explored her body with my hands, running them over her ass and up her sides and then lightly over her breasts. Although I could not see with my face between her legs, I could feel her nipples erect under the thin material.
Soon I felt the gentle touch of her hand, sliding slowly from my chest across my hard abdomen to my aching cock. Her fingers traced the outline through my shorts and I groaned with desire as she gripped my cock through the fabric. Still licking and nibbling her thigh just below the line of her shorts, I slid my hands under her top and cupped both tits, squeezing gently as a low moan escaped her lips. In response, I lifted my face and planted my lips on the wet spot that had appeared in the crotch of her shorts and lightly rubbed my nose on her clit. She gasped and lowered herself onto me, grinding her hot sex into my mouth. Quickly deciding it would be much better without the shorts, I pulled my face away. Looking down at me with a mix of lust and amusement on her face, she simply said, "Tease!" and backed away from the platform.
Moving around to the front of the bench, she asked me to get up. As soon as I stood in front of her, she wrapped her hand around my neck and pulled my lips to hers. Our tongues met and danced in circles. I grabbed her waist and pulled her firm body to mine, but she pushed me away and started to walk to the ladies locker room. I stood there wondering if she was now the one teasing me. She opened the door and turned to look at me. Motioning impatiently for me to follow she asked, "I think it's time for a shower, don't you?"
She disappeared through the door, and I decided that whatever she had in mind was just fine with me. I came through the door just in time to see her shorts drop from her hand to the floor. She stood there in the middle of the small room, naked and beautiful, looking back at me over her shoulder as she faced away from the door. Transfixed, I stood in the doorway, staring at her firm, tight ass ...wanting her so much ... hungry for her ... excited by the glimpse of short soft curls silhouetted between her slightly spread legs. After a long moment, she said "Come on in – I'll be waiting in the shower," and turned and walked into a shower stall, and turned on the shower.
My heart pounding, I stripped in record time and followed her in. As I pulled open the door to the stall, I was stopped in my tracks by the stunning sight in front of me: she sat on a bench with one foot up, her legs open wide, her right hand was between her legs, one long finger buried deep between her glistening pussy lips. Her left hand was cupping her right breast, rolling her hard nipple between thumb and forefinger. As I looked up into her face, she smiled and ran her tongue across her lips so sexily... then she raised her right hand to her mouth and licked and sucked that wet finger. My cock throbbed to be where that finger was. I stepped into the stall and closed the door. I paused a second as the hot water drenched my body. Still looking at her face, I noticed her gaze was fixed on my crotch, her big brown eyes aglow. I could see the hunger there: she was consuming my cock with just a look. I moved to her, and her eyes tracked the object of her desire as it came nearer and nearer, so close now but she sat unmoving except for two fingers slowly sliding in and out of her dripping slit. Taking my cock in hand I gently ran the tip across her lips. "Is this what you want?" I asked. Her tongue darted out just in time to catch a drop of pre-cum. She finally looked up into my eyes and stated with absolute conviction, "That's exactly what I want!"