This story is a continuation from Chapter 1. It will probably make more sense if you read chapter 1 first. All of this is fiction and all the characters are over 18 years of age. I hope you enjoy it.
Chapter 2
When I got home that night, I must have spent an hour getting myself off just thinking about what I had witnessed.
I realized that I couldn't wait to see John in school on Monday. I just had to see him this weekend. So the next morning, I sent him a text asking what he was up to. John responded within a minute to say that he was at home getting ready to work out. He as a small gym in his basement and he uses it during non-practice days. I decided this offered a good opportunity for me so I replied, asking if I could join him. I know they have a treadmill, and I thought I could use that while he was doing other things. John's reply was "Sure, come on over."
Now, what to wear. I wanted to look good for John and show off my newly acquired assets. But I didn't want to be too obvious. Since I knew from what he said to himself the previous night that he was fixated on my tits, I decided to use that. I picked out a dark-blue t-shirt that wasn't too tight, but I skipped the bra so that John would be able to notice every sway and juggle of my oversized chest. That was the most important part of the outfit. I finished it with very tight spandex running pants that showed off my ass. I love the feel of lycra on my skin and it often makes me horny just knowing that everyone can see every curve of my newly developing body. John was likely to see that I was prepared to work out, but exuded a certain degree of trashiness. Should be perfect, I thought.
I rang John's doorbell twenty minutes after our texts. I prepared a slight grin as John opened up. He was dressed in a white t-shirt and black work-out compression shorts. Those shorts were so tight that his package produced quite a large lump that was impossible to miss. Our eyes met and I could have sworn I caught his eyes rising up to meet mine.
"Hi" I said.
"Hi, Karen! You got here quick." I looked down at his tight shorts. "I was just about to get started. It'll be nice to have some company. Come on in!"
I walked past John into the house, and as I turned back, I caught him checking out my ass. Now I don't normally think of my butt as one of my better parts, but I had to admit, the lycra running pants were tight and sexy (without anything underneath). I knew from what I heard the previous evening, that John was taken with my now prominent tits, but it he must be more randy than I thought if he couldn't now keep his eyes off my ass either. I was starting to think that there might be a real opportunity to get things going.
John led the way downstairs to the basement. He already had loud thumping hip-hop music playing on the music system. I tapped John on the shoulder to ask if the music might be disturbing his folks, but he said that they were at the shore for the weekend. Since John was an only-child, that meant we were there alone. I hadn't planned on that and began to think of the possibilities.
I began a hill-climbing walk on the treadmill as John worked with the free-weights. The sight of him curling 25 lbs. dumbbells in each hand was awesome. He strained by the end of the first set, but I really enjoyed his bulging biceps. He followed that up by putting one foot up on a bench and ripping off a set for his triceps while bent over. I enjoyed this view as well because the sight of his tight butt in those shorts was really doing a number on me. I was glad that the incline on the treadmill forced a real sweat for me. If not, he might have noticed the wetness between my legs.
John next moved to a shoulder press. Since he was facing me, I had to work hard not to stare at him. But each time I did look over, John's eyes moved away from my body. My barely restrained tits moved constantly as I moved past my one-mile mark.
With a grunt, John finished his last set of shoulder presses, and reconfigured the weights to begin a set on the bench press. As he lay down, his eyes focused on the bar above him. It was my opportunity to check him out once again. The bulging muscles on him arms would normally have kept my attention, but my eyes quickly focused on another bulge: the one between his legs. Oh my God! It was massive. I knew from the night before, that he was impressively endowed, but this was too much. To my surprise, the simple motion of my brisk walk in those skin-tight pants and the sight of John's tightly constrained cock was enough to send a small orgasm through my entire body. The pulsing began deep in my crotch and soon sent shivers all over. Wow. That was not expected.
Rather than stay on the other side of the room, I shut down the treadmill and volunteered to spot for John on the bench press. I jogged over to that part of the room, conscious to let my heavy breasts bounce and jiggle for John's benefit. As I reached him, his eyes were clearly focused on my chest, exactly as I intended.
I stood just above John's head as he lay on the bench. This gave him a clear view of my chest and as I looked down on his face, I could make out the clear protrusions of my hardening nipples. There was no way John missed them either.
"I'm ready when you are," I said. I wondered if he caught the double meaning in my comment.
I helped John make the initial lift of the bar and lower it to his chest. As he rested before the first lift, I glanced down to see this is package was moving. His cock was growing right before my eyes beneath those compression shorts. His cock was pushing out to the left and down his thigh and it pulsed as his heart pumped.
John started his set. With each push up on the barbell, his cock throbbed and expanded further down his thigh. My breathing quickened as his member grew to amazing proportions. At his 8th rep, John's muscles began to weaken, but it was at that point that I noticed I could clearly make out the head of John's massive member. I wondered if all the blood in this cock was making it tough to keep lifting. As John pushed up for the tenth rep, he just couldn't complete it so I moved forward to grad the barbell. In doing that, I had to stand over John's face and we both worked together to secure the weights.
As we both exhaled, I looked down to see John staring at my crotch. My spandex running pants were skin tight, and I was now showing a noticeable camel toe. My pussy lips are rather large, and since I had nothing on under my tights, it was hard not to see them. As John stared, my eyes drifted to his crotch to find his cock now pulsing and lifting up from his thigh, even under the restraint of his compression shorts.
After an awkward moment of silence, John cleared his throat and that bought me back to reality. I backed up, and John sat up on the bench. "Thanks for the help", he said. For just an instant, his eyes darted to my chest and then back to my eyes. I smiled.
"I kind of like the idea of helping you work-out. I'm getting a real charge out of it."
"Yeah? You want to give this a try while I spot for you?" John inquired hopefully.
"Why not."
It was starting to occur to me that John was totally taken with me and that he couldn't control his sexual reaction. I mean, his hard-on was obvious and he couldn't do anything to conceal it. When I watched him through his window the night before, he was fantasizing about me and even spoke out loud as if I was there. His cock grew to stunning proportions just from his memory of seeing me a few hours before. I started to imagine what he would be like if I was there in person, helping him with that hard-on. Would it grow larger? Would he cum with even more volume and force?
This being the case, I decided to put myself in a position of power over John and his impressive appendage. Why not have some fun with that?
We changed places, with me lying on the bench and John moved around to spot for me.
"Wait, I think it would be better if you stood over me to spot, rather than standing behind," I said.
"Why?"
"'Because I'm not much of a weight lifter, and I might really need your help."
"Whatever you say," John seemed to acknowledge, reluctantly. He came back around after setting the weights on the bar. But as he approached, I could tell that he hadn't lost any of his arousal. That bulge in his shorts was still gigantic and his cock was still pushing out to the left.
As I lifted up on the bar, John leaned in to be sure I had control. In doing so, the front of his thighs touched my tits and his crotch moved to just inches of my face. I decided to take control of the situation.
As the bar came down to my chest after the first rep, I spoke up. "John, I have a confession to make."
"Really, what's that?"
I pushed up for the second rep, and the bar returned.
"After we parted last night, I came back over to your house."
Third rep.
""Really? I don't remember a knock at the door or the doorbell."
