While I Whisper: the Gym

I want to tell you a story. Put your hand on your cock. Keep it there. See how long you can last.

It was late at the gym. Fluorescents humming, nearly empty. You sat on the bench, towel around your neck, pretending to scroll through your phone, but really, your eyes were locked on her. She was stretching near the squat rack, those little black shorts hugging her arse, no bra under that tank. You could see the bounce of her tits with every breath, nipples tight and obvious through the fabric. You couldn't stop watching.

She knew. Oh, she fucking knew.

She looked right at you, didn't flinch, didn't stop. Just smirked. Like she was offering herself to your eyes.

You waited till she finished, then walked past her slow. Close enough to brush her arm, close enough she could see how thick your cock was in your shorts.

"Nice form," you said. Low, dirty.

She turned to you, face flushed from the workout, chest rising fast. "You've been watching me all night," she said. "You gonna keep jerking off in your head... or actually do something about it?"

I know what you did, baby. Mmm, I know what you did.

You didn't say a word. You just took her wrist and led her somewhere quiet. A dark storeroom. Closed the door behind you.

"Take off your shorts," you told her. "Slow."

You stood there, cock already aching, watching her bend over and peel them down, inch by inch. That tight, dripping pussy on full display for you.

"Fuck," you said. "You're this wet just from me watching you?"

You moved close, hand on her thigh, your fingers sliding up to her folds--god, she was soaked. "You liked being watched, didn't you?" you murmured. "Liked knowing I was getting hard for you while you worked that pretty little body."

She gasped. "Yes. Use it."

I want you to picture it while you work your cock. Her on her knees in front of you, your cock heavy in her hands, then in her mouth, eyes locked on yours. You fucking that pretty mouth, telling her how good she looks. How filthy she is. How you love the feel of her tits bouncing while she takes it deep.

You shoved your gym shorts down, letting your cock spring free--thick, heavy, veined and hard as hell.

"Touch it," you growled.

She turned, dropped to her knees, wrapped both hands around it and started stroking. Slow at first. Then faster as you started to groan.

"Open your mouth," you ordered, voice thick.

She did, and you fucked it, holding her head still as you thrust in deep. Her tongue worked your shaft while you muttered praise.

"Good fucking slut. Look at you. Taking my cock like it's yours."

When you couldn't take it anymore, you hauled her up, spun her around, and positioned her arse at the edge of the yoga blocks.

"No warm-up now. You're dripping. You want it."

"Give it to me," she hissed.

You slammed into her. Deep, hard, raw. Her moans echoed off the mirrored walls.

"God, yes. Fuck me. Just like that. Harder, fuck - "

You grabbed her hair, pulled her head back, whispered against her ear, "You love being watched, don't you? Loved knowing I was hard the whole time."

Your hands found her tits again, both this time. You squeezed them, thumbs rubbing her nipples in rough circles as you fucked her deeper. Her head hit the wall, eyes rolling back.

"Keep touching them," she begged. "Please. Don't stop."

"Oh, you like that? You like being fucked in the storeroom, tits out, stuffed full of cock?"

She nodded wildly, crying out when you slammed into her again, harder.

"Such perfect fucking tits," you groaned, bending to take a nipple in his mouth. You sucked hard, pulling until she squirmed, then bit gently, just enough to make her shiver.

She moaned louder. "I want you to come in me. I want to feel it when I walk out." Your thrusts got rougher, sloppier. You grabbed her arse, grunting, "Take it. Take every drop."

Her legs wrapped tight around you as she came, screaming your name, pussy spasming around your cock.

When you finally came, it was with a loud groan, hands locked on her tits, hips jerking, cock pulsing deep inside her.

She looked back over her shoulder, breathless, hair a mess. "Next time, I'm fucking you in the locker room."

You smirked. "Count on it."