Cindy had a bet going with her girlfriends about who could tire out the new guy at the gym where they all worked. She first thought her new hard aerobics-class would wear me down, but it didn't work. Now she had to come up with something else. The was leaving Cindy a bit frustrated. Between looks, body, and for those who make it that far, sexual prowess, she was used to get what she wanted.
Now the gym where Cindy works there are more girls like this, and they have banded together, naturally, to make fun of the guys. There is one girl in the little select group, Lana, who came to them with a problem. There is this one guy in her aerobics-class, who she has tried to wear down hard, while he has been staring at her all through the class, night after night, and she can't do it. They all thought this was fun, and there is a bet made; whoever wears this guy down first wins. She has done this many times before with many different men; most of the time with her routine, other times with her sexual prowess. Cindy made sure to invite me to her hardest class, and after two hours of the hardest fitness-routine she had, I am still there, smiling, staring, undressing her with my eyes. Something else is required here. After the class was over she was standing there, shining in sweat, smiling, cooly.
"Stay for the next session... or are you too soft to last? Afraid to work hard? I can see you barely broke a sweat..." The others in the class dragged themselves out, not believing the conversation.
I was standing tall, 6'2" of all muscles, black trunks and white shirt, smiling as I looked her over, some of the other patrons looking her over as well as they pulled themselves out, ready to collapse. Cindy was 5'7", a toned 120 lbs with the most killer 34DD-tits you had ever seen. She had red hair and was in her mid-thirties, sexier and fitter than any 23-yearold you would ever find. I knew she was divorced, she had literary worn out worn out two husbands. She was wearing a tight black t-shirt knotted under her fantastic breasts, the print "Tight" in white over those orbs only drawing more stares, completing the ensemble with black spandex shorts.
"So.. Cyndy is it? You have another class?" smiling as I walked, slowly towards her lovely statuesque form, steps heavy with the massive bulk , moving across the padded floor, casting myriads of reflections in the three mirrorwalls around us.
She was standing not letting her eyes follow me. She was acting unaffected when I could tell she'd prefer me and her alone in bed. She was letting me look her up and down
"Yup. I'm filling in for Holly." I was watching the reflection of her perfect ass in the mirrors as I moved, the calves, thighs, toned lower back, smiling as I licked my lips
"And you are filling it in nicely. Great. I might as well stay then. I usually stay for Holly's classes after you leave." She grinned, watching me watching her.
"Holly's cute... but her classes are easy... a nice cool down I'm sure."
"I like her stretch-routine. Yours lack some of that I think, but then again, it takes some time to work through. Holly takes that time instead of fast-pacing like you." I was watching her intensely, she could feel my eyes burning away her clothes, looking at the smooth soft skin underneath. She looked up, glared.
"Stretch before you come in little boy. My classes are work time."
"I was talking about post-workout stretch..." I flexed a bit, a massive bicep moving under tanned skin, watching her watching me. Her nipples were hard in that t-shirt now, watching me.
"So was I." I looked around.
"So... seems just like you and me here?" She smiled.
"That usually happens when Holly doesn't show. Her usual crowd doesn't want to risk it."
"So? Cancel or one-on-one?" I was grinning.
"Oh, one on one definitely. Here or someplace else?"
"Anyplace you're comfortable Cyndy." She could not help to hear the "sin" in the name clearly this time as I stepped closer. She walked across the room, casting a myriad reflections of a perfect physique as she bent over and got her bag She tossed me her car keys.
"Anyplace I am is my place Dylan, I make myself comfortable."
"I bet you do. Let's go then, after you." I walked out after her, jingling the car keys, watching her tight ass as we made our way to the parking lot. She was sauntering ahead of me, the heat between us obvious to those we passed. She casually reached up adjusting her ponytail, letting me see the outline of her splendid shoulders, neck and plunging neckline.
"Mmmh... I'd hate to see you leave, but love to see you go, Cyndy." I commented. She shot back a smile as she slipped into her lowriding car. She settled into the passenger seat, adjusting the seat a bit
"So what sort of exercise are you in for Cyndy? Swimming? Mat-wrestling? Hoops one on one?" I was smiling, knowing she would turn them down. She indeed cocked an eyebrow, letting me know none of the above was acceptable. I pulled out of the lot, driving down the road, watching her as she sat beside me, still shining with sweat
"I see..." She was looking out the window, acting bored.
"All the girls say you've bedded them after class and worn them out. I just wanted you to know I'm going to teach you lesson and head back to the gym within the hour."
"Really?" I was pulling up outside the motel down by the ramp, getting out, opened the door for her. This was as much a courtesy as a way to get a good look at those toned shapely legs.
"Yes really." She let her tits brush against my chest as she got out. She bit her lip obviously not sure who felt it more.
I walked up behind her, my hand resting easily on her tight lower back as I lead her to room 12, which I had booked to stay in overnight, rather than have to trek back across town. She leaned on the door-frame, cooly looking up at me, suddenly looking tiny compared to me. She opened the door, pushing me gently inside the dim darkness, the huge bed filling most of the room, the rest smelling like incense and hot steam. I grinned softly dropping the bag.
