Fitness Obsession Pt 01

As usual, I was at the gym that evening. While I wasn't as fit as I had been in college and definitely not ripped, I was in fairly good shape for early 30s and enjoyed to work out regularly for the health benefits. And, if I'm being honest, as I enjoyed seeing all the women in their skimpy athletic outfits and tight yoga pants.

I was never really into the waifey-thin model types who could blow over in a light breeze. Instead, I always preferred the fit women with toned muscles, trim stomachs and bubble butts, particularly when they were tightly encased in spandex or lycra. The stretchy material highlighting the lines of the woman, intermingled with toned, ideally glistening, skin. It felt like the spandex created an even more perfect version of their already perfect bodies. There was a presence or a strength to these woman that always got me excited and a tad fearful.

This evening started as usual with my pre-workout stretch routine on the mat. Shortly after I started, two women came over to begin stretching on the spot next to mine. As usual, I kept my focus on my stretching. While I enjoyed going to the gym, as I would be surrounded by these athletic beauties, I was also paranoid that I would be seen as leering or acting sketchy, so I always kept my head down, avoided eye contact, and generally went about my workout. I was always a bit shy around woman anyway, and even more so surrounded by these athletic goddesses.

I did get a quick peak at the women, though, as I was switching positions. The pony-tailed blonde looked to be around 5' 4", wearing tight, black, spandex shorts that securely held her ass while allowing her toned, tanned thighs to be fully exposed. On top, she had a spider web sports bra, all black with light blue web lines spinning out from the center of each small but perky breast and with racerback straps on her back. Baby blue sneakers completed her ensemble. Her friend was taller, probably 5' 8" or so and a striking brunette with bright, blue eyes. She had capri-length, shiny, black leggings with a honeycomb-like pattern, accentuating her curves and promoting her superior ass. She had a matching, shiny, black sports bra, trying hard, but ultimately failing to fully contain her cleavage. A long ponytail fell down her back. Her sneakers were black, too, with some hot pink flashes.

As they were right next to me on the mat, I couldn't help but overhear their conversation.

"So, how's your new friend?" the brunette asked slyly, as she nodded in the direction of the squat box. "I've been meaning to ask you about him. Are you going to go say 'Hi'?"

"You're awful!" the blonde responded playfully. She paused, then continued grinning, "but I wouldn't mind if he came up to say 'Hi' again."

I snuck a quick look over to the squat area. There, with multiple 45-lbs weights, was an over 6' tall, chiseled man in loose gym shorts and an athletic t-shirt. His thighs bulged as he squatted down, each time in full control of his motion.

"So, what happened?" the brunette probed. "Last I saw, he was following you out the door after we finished up Tuesday."

"Well, we had been flirting a bit during my workout. I eyed him a couple times while we were on the elliptical and accidentally bumped into him, and his rock hard stomach, while I was getting a drink. And I have to admit, I lingered a bit with my hand on him there, as he is just so cute. Plus I was able to see him through the mirror checking out my ass while I was doing squats."

"You had your bright pink pants and top on that day. I think everyone noticed you," interjected the brunette.

"So, anyway," the blonde continued, "so as I was leaving, I was a bit harried as I saw he might be following me, and I accidentally dropped my keys."

"Accidentally?"

"Accidentally. I was already excited thinking about him and in no position to actually speak to him. I was paranoid I would blurt out some stupid gibberish and scare him away. Anyway, I dropped my keys, so I stopped and bent over to pick them up. At that moment I felt him come up behind me. I stood there, bent over, frozen, not wanting to come back up, lest I need to get into a conversation, hoping he would just pass by. I could feel him almost touching my bum with his body. And he just stood there for what seemed like an eternity. Then he gently placed his hands on my waste. I shivered slightly. He said something weird like 'You have such a magnificent body' with his deep voice, but my head was swirling so much, I couldn't understand much of anything.

"At this point, I could feel myself starting to moisten, and I realized I had to do something, so I gave my bum a little shimmy, lightly brushing against his crotch, stood up, stepped away from his hands, lightly pushing them to the side, and with a mischievous smile, said, 'I only like men who can keep up with me,' quickly sprinting away."

"Riley!" the brunette exclaimed (and now I knew the blonde's name).

"I wanted to make sure that he could do more than just lift weights. And, sure enough, he started after me, quickly chasing me down and giving me a soft bear hug, while twirling me around.

"He then said 'I'm taking you to my place', and proceeded to pick me up and carry me about a block down the street to that fancy apartment building, where he put me back down and escorted me inside. After saying 'Hi' to the doorman, we got in the elevator. There, we began to make out, him grabbing the back of my head with one hand, pulling me in for a kiss, while he fondled my bum with the other. I took the opportunity to feel his back muscles and rock-hard bum as well.

"Out of the elevator, we stumbled down to his apartment. He pressed me against the door, as he got out his key. His breadth sending shivers down my spine, and I gasped feeling his 'hardness'. As he opened the door, he pushed me into his massive apartment. I got a quick view of the space and the floor to ceiling windows with city views before he commanded 'I need your ass.' Standing behind me, he placed his hands on my pink, yoga pants and proceeded to massage my bum. As I moaned at his touch through the think layer of spandex, I could hear him moan as well. I could then feel him grab me between my legs with one of his hands. There was no hiding my wetness now, as he began to massage me through my pants. I moaned again, almost feeling like I was going to explode, as I stood there, bent over in this man's apartment as he took full control of me.

"As I was getting to the brink with his 'massage', he pulled back, grabbed my hips with both hands, with one motion, dropped my pants to my thighs, and slapped my bum. I jumped. And then in his next motion, I could feel his penis pushing up against my vagina. He rubbed it back and forth along the outside of my vagina for what felt like an eternity. I shivered as I felt how massive he was, with his hard, veiny member teasing me. I needed him inside me so much. Then he said 'Your perfect body belongs to me', and I felt all of him slowing press inside me. He was slow and gentle, but also commanding. I could feel his power as he filled me up. Once he was all the way in, I could hear him moan, and then he paused. It felt so amazing to have him side me that I savored the moment, but quickly I needed more, so I started bucking my body against his, in and out, trying to swallow as much of him as I could in my vagina. In that moment, I wanted him more than I could express. He let me drive for a minute, but then grabbed my waste again like he really did own me, and took control, slowly moving in and out. I bucked occasionally, trying to get him to pick up the pace, and eventually he responded, increasing the intensity. As he held my waste and penetrated me repeatedly and with authority, I felt entirely his. I just let myself go, wrapped up in his bliss and feeling 'complete'. As I let go, I could feel my breathing intensify as he asserted his ownership, with his penis - fuck it, I'm just going to call it what it is - a cock - felt like it was growing inside me with each thrust. Finally, the feeling became too intense and wave after wave of pleasure started to flow over me. While I began to shake, he just kept impaling me on his cock with deliberate pace. The shakes became uncontrollable, and I think I screamed. At this point, I'm not sure I was touching the floor anymore, but floating in the air by his strong hands and cock. As I started to regain focus, I used every ounce of energy I had left to clenched against his member, causing him to grunt several times before letting out a large "Fuck!" as he exploded inside me.

"We stood there, with me bent over and him towering behind for about a minute. He then leaned over, and placing his hands on my breast, gently pulled me up so I was standing in front of him, as his penis slipped out. While I enjoyed the relaxing breast massage through my sports bra, I felt so empty without him inside. I'd never been with someone so large, and there was a fullness that was now gone. I moaned as his hands caressed me, and again pushed my naked bum back towards his crotch. This time, though, he turned me around and said that he needed to get to bed early for work the next day. He pointed me to the bathroom, as he left to what I assume was his room. I quickly got myself together, but felt empty, like I had a hole 'down there'. As I was about to leave, he came back out of his room, wearing nothing but a towel on his shoulder, swiftly walked over time, with one hand behind my back, gave me a deep kiss, turned me around by pushing my pink-encased bum cheek, and exclaimed, almost philosophically, 'wow, you really have the hottest ass I have ever seen.'"

"And that was it?" the brunette asked?

"Yup," Riley replied. "He just gave me a little tap on the bum and sent me on my way. I want to see him again, but don't have his details. I was hoping he might come up to me again today. He was the hottest boy I have every been with, and his cock was life-changing! I'm so addicted."

With that, I realized that I probably had been doing my core exercises a little too long, but I also had to conceal a small erection, so went back to some stretching, trying to act natural. The women quickly moved on to their next activity, though, so I was freed to start my actual workout. As I did so, my head swirled. This guy - that man over there on the leg raises now - was able to quickly pick up one of the hottest girls in this gym. I so wished that could have been me.

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I continued with my workout, trying my best to concentrate. With their story running on repeat in my head, it took everything to not sport an erection in the middle of the gym. With that, I was able to go through my routine, and at this point, had moved onto bench press and was starting to get back into my normal mindset. However, after my first set, I was lying on the bench when the brunette from earlier walked up behind me, so she was standing right over my head. Her shampoo smell came through, even though she had been working out, giving a bit of fresh air to surroundings. As I looked up, her crotch was only inches from my face, with only a thin layer of tightly stretched, shiny black fabric between me and her pussy. I was paralyzed in fear and excitement. Then she casually asked, "Hey, do you need a spot?"

"Um, Sure. I guess so. I normally don't use one, as I'm typically not maxing out, but yes, it would be great to have one," I blurted with my attention now being drawn past her breasts, which looked like they wanted to burst out of the tight sports bra to her smiling face.

She gave a slight chuckle, replying, "No worries. Let's see what you can do!"

With that, I started my second of three sets, confidently banging it out as usual for my second set, only slowing down for the final two reps. Inwardly, it was all I could do to keep my eyes and concentration on the weights, and not on her crotch, so close to my face I could capture the faint whiff of her scent.

After my second set, she exclaimed, "That was too easy. Let's see what you can do." With that, she added another weight to each. It wasn't too much, but I realized that I might need a spot now for the final reps, just in case.

I began set three with a bit more energy, as I realized I was going to have to push hard on this one, which helpfully brought my concentration back to the lifting. I was feeling great until the seventh rep, when I felt myself starting to slow down. I pushed it out without any help, but I paused after for a second, as I wasn't sure how I would do the next one. With a deep breath, I brought the weight back down to my chest. As I started to push back up, I could feel her inch closer brining my attention from the weight back to her black spandex covered pussy glistening above me. So close, I wanted to stretch up and kiss it.

"Come on, push!" - her voice brining my attention back to the weights, as I strained to push the bar back up. Slowly, the bar moved as I gave it everything I had pushing upward, my whole body straining. I wobbled as I pushed, with her hands helping to stabilize the bar as I finally reached full extension.

"One more!" she encouraged, while I took another pause and a few short breaths to regain my energy and prepare for one more round. I brought the bar down, paused to mentally prepare for the final push, and began to slowly extend my arms back out. It was clear this was going to be a tough one, so she moved in even closer to get a better grip on the bar while I was wriggling to get every inch I could. As I squirmed and pushed, my forehead accidentally rubbed up against her crotch a couple of times. I was too focused on the bar to think about it, and slowly (with some help), I got the bar back up. After a short pause, I put it back on the rack and just lay there, with my eyes closed, exhausted. After a couple of seconds, my focus came back to her shampoo smell permeating the air. I opened my eyes and looked up to this gorgeous woman with striking blue eyes and brunette hair pulled back tight in pony tail bending over me, looking straight down.

"Thank you," I sighed, exhausted. "That was one of the harder lifts I've done in a while. It was nice to have a spot."

"Your welcome, but aren't you going to apologize?" she asked.

"Huh, for what?" I responded.

"For rubbing your head on my pants, you pervert," she scolded.

"Oh, I'm so sorry. I didn't realize. I was just pushing. I didn't mean anything by it," I exclaimed as I quickly stood up.

"Whatever," she said, as she turned quickly and headed back to Riley, who was by the water station chatting with her man from last week, her hand casually relaxing on his bicep. As she approached, I could see the brunette say something to them, and all three burst out laughing.

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I didn't know what to think at that point. I was exhausted from the lift; excited that the brunette came to talk with me; embarrassed that I had accidentally touched her (and she noticed). I half wanted to disappear and half wanted to quickly finish up the workout and go over and chat up this spandex-covered goddess.

Ultimately, I had to do something, so I hit the overhead press and continued my workout. The rest of the workout went quickly. I did my best to focus on the exercises, but it felt like the entire time I was daydreaming about the (still nameless) brunette, her fresh smell, bouncy ponytail, blue eyes, strong breasts (wrapped in that wet-look sports bra), glistening body, and tight, tight pants in which I just wanted to bury my head. Occasionally, I would even let our an almost inaudible moan just thinking about her. While Riley was super cute and apparently very playful, there was something about the brunette. A quiet confidence and strength. Both literally - she was able to lift my bench press bar at the end - and in spirit. Oh what I would give to be with her.

As I wrapped up, I headed back to the mat as usual to finish with some light stretching. When I approached, I saw the two women were already there, in the same place they had been earlier in the day. Feeling nervous, but like I had to do something, before heading to the open place, I went over to the brunette with a smile, saying "Hi, thanks again for the spot. I'm James."

They both looked over with a look of surprise and distain. A bit saddened, I turned back to the open spot, got down on the mat, and began stretching. Then I heard what must have been Riley ask sternly, "Hey, Jimmy, aren't you going to apologize to my friend for what you did?"

I looked up from the floor, and saw both of them towering above me. "I did. It was an accident. I was lifting. I'm sorry!" I begged back.

They got smiles on their faces as they took another step closer, so they were right on top of me. I could feel the heat from their toned legs and felt the presence of their groins right by my face, but I kept my head an eyes tilted upward, locked on theirs. As before, I wanted so much to just bury my head in both of their crotches and lap up their pussies - at this point, I didn't even care that they were covered, but I kept my focus upward to avoid any further mishaps.

"Please. I'm sorry. It was an accident," I continued, coming to my knees, so I wasn't just sitting there on the floor.

"Words are meaningless, pervert," the brunette retorted down to me. "I want to know that you are actually sorry. When I turn around, I want you to kiss - and I mean really kiss - each of my bum cheeks, while saying 'I'm sorry Miss Jennifer.' Three times each side. It's time you learned some respect!"

I thought I was in a dream. I could barely hear a gasp from Riley - she must have been shocked by the request, but all my focus was on the opportunity to kiss and be close to his person's - Jen's! - ass. A small part of me was remembering we were in a public place, and I would be on my knees, kissing this woman's ass, but the rest of me - pretty much all of me - was overwhelmed. I just wanted her to turn around as quickly as possible so I could taste bliss.

I looked up at her with longing in my eyes, "Yes, Jen. I will do anything you ask to apologize for my prior behavior."

"Just do what I asked," she demanded and quickly swung around. "And it's 'Miss Jennifer!'".

With that, I reached up with my hands to grab her hips, so I could give a proper kiss, but they were quickly swatted away - "I didn't say anything about using your hands." My hands now back by my side, I leaned forward on my knees, pressing my lips into the shiny spandex covering her right ass cheek. I could feel the honeycomb of the material on my lips. Her ass was firm as I imagined, but slightly soft, so my head pressed in slightly. As I finished the first kiss, I pulled back and said "I'm sorry, Miss Jennifer."

She didn't say anything, so I adjusted my position slightly and went in on her left cheek. The texture was the same as the first, so I concentrated on the scent this time. It was mostly of sweat from the workout, but I also got a faint whiff of what must have been her pussy, as I had before on the bench. "I"m sorry, Miss Jennifer."

I alternated back and forth a second time, my senses reveling in everything that was her ass and repeating the mantra, "I'm sorry, Miss Jennifer."

As I finished the final set, I lingered on my last kiss, parting my lips slightly so that my tongue could taste her spandex covered ass directly. She jumped slightly when my tongue made contact, but didn't say anything. I finished up with the final apology, "I'm sorry, Miss Jennifer", and leaned back, but staying on my knees under her.

As she stepped slightly away and turned around, I looked up at their faces. Her friend's mouth was open in shock, but Miss Jennifer had a matter-of-fact look about her. "Apology accepted," she said.

I got a brief smile that my apology was accepted - was I now in her good graces? - but that was short-lived as Riley blurted out "I can't believe he just did that," bringing me back to reality. I quickly looked around. Fortunately, it looked like everyone was going about their workouts, uninterested in what was happening here (or maybe they had already realized it was over).