Here I am at Crunch Fitness, not quite in the city but not quite in the burbs, crunching my quads while checking out some hot housewives. I pay ten bucks a months to go here and work up a sweat while getting "inspiration" for my Literotica stories. Betty McNeal, my flaming redhead English major girlfriend, is stretching out in a corner in a tight red Lululemon two-piece. She's far from a virgin, and she looks like Leanna Decker, my favorite ginger porn star. Big green eyes, pale radiant skin, perky DD-cups, lean muscular stomach, wide child-bearing hips, and just the right number of freckles. There's only ten people at the big gym on the day after Halloween, which fell on a Saturday this year, leading to epic costume parties and epic hangovers.
I love the way Betty's red bangs glow in the sunshine, beaming down from a skylight after the cold November rain. Her hair dangles straight down as she arches her back upward with her hands and feet on the floor, forming a perfect inverted U-shape. Urdhva Dhanurasana, keeping everything nice and tight. I've gotten plenty of blowjobs while she held that yogic position, and I've fucked her hard in both holes in many other positions. I also love fucking her tight belly button and watching my cum dribble down to her little pink pussy, framed by a shock of red pubic hair. Damn, I better not get a boner right now, or I might get kicked out of Crunch.
I switch to bicep curls, managing my anger by pumping mad iron. Betty switches to Upavistha Konasana; stretching those long legs diagonally as wide as she can and grabbing her ankles. I wish I could pound her pussy right on the spot; dripping with sweat and female pheromones. She notices that I'm staring at her, and shoots me a very sexy grin. Then she stands up, turns around, and bends over all the way, touching her toes and flexing that perfect heart-shaped ass in my direction. She even gives those ass cheeks a little spank, teasing the hell out of me. She's been doing that ever since I met her at VCU, in a class about Edgar Allan Poe. The best of both worlds: brainy
and
babelicious. She's every writer's biggest fantasy (even if they don't write romance novels or hardcore porn.)
That awful "potpourri" satellite radio channel keeps playing overhead as we cool down on a pair of treadmills. Women don't sweat, they
glisten.
"I had a great workout, Jake," she beams while tussling her hair. "Really earned my cheat day tomorrow."
"Why don't we start our cheat day right now? Let's hit the China Boy Buffet and chow down on Chow Mei Fun."
"I'm more of a Mu Shu Pork chick. But first, let's cleanse our palates with a nice long dip in the hot tub."
"Hell yeah, baby. When I dip, you dip, we
dip.
"
She giggles at my ancient Freak Nasty reference, and hits the stop button. We rush into the locker rooms, take thirty-second showers, change into our bathing suits, and meet again in a big room with a lap pool and a large hot tub. Her itsy-bitsy purple bikini gets me even hornier. Thankfully there's nobody else here.
"I'm not surprised. Nobody wants to go swimming with a nasty hangover after dressing up like a slutty zombie."
"Good thing we're teetotaling fitness junkies," Betty quips while turning on the jets. The placid cement pond turns into a steaming bubbling cauldron, making a pleasant white noise water sound that reverberates off the walls. She marches right into the tub, sighing luxuriantly as the hot chlorinated aqua caresses her pale well-toned curves. She sits down on the outer bench, leaning back and tossing her wet hair with her big tits fully submerged.
"Come on in, the water's
divine.
"
I adjust my blue Speedo and ease into the water, savoring the enveloping massaging warmth against my sore muscles after a solid hour of power-lifting. I sit next to her on the bench, and she wraps her left arm around my waist.
"This is so romantic," she coos.
"It would be a lot more romantic if we had our own hot tub in our own backyard, instead of a Crunch Fitness."
"Nobody can afford a hot tub with an English degree. But I can still afford to get my freak on."
She gets up, puts her crotch against one of the jets, and starts moaning.
"Oooh yeah, that's so fucking good. Fucking worth ten bucks a month."
"Seriously, Betty? Hands-free masturbation in a public hot tub?"
"Why the fuck not? Girls can get it up anywhere they want. Even a church."