Jack blinked. The sweat running down his face stung his eyes and he had trouble watching the small screen of his phone in front of him. A few more minutes and his hour on the elliptical would be done.
It had been almost a year since he had left school and started working for a technology consulting firm. In that time he had pushed himself hard at the small gym. It was nice having a place he could work out at the office. A great break during the day, and between the regular workouts and improving his diet he was twenty-four and in the best shape of his life.
He had no illusions that he was going to get work as a male model. But he was pleased with the results. He owed a lot of that to Gabriella. She had broken up with him months ago, but he still thought of her constantly. They had met soon after he moved into the Atlanta area, and despite the fact that she was gorgeous and he was in the worst shape of his life, they had hit it off immediately.
They quickly went from a first date to finding excuses to spend time with one another. And by the second month they were spending the night together most nights of the week. She had been a fitness freak, and had helped him with his own diet and encouraged him to start using the gym at work.
But apparently, he was too young for her, or so she had claimed. She was only twenty-seven and he was twenty-four. The real issue was that she wanted to start a family in the immediate future, and Jack had no idea when he would be ready. But a year out of college was certainly too soon for him, that much he was sure about.
The bitterness and anger he had once felt over her leaving had faded, and even though he still thought of her often, he hoped his improved physique would start to pay off with the ladies. He was tired of living in the shadow of Gabriella and was ready to meet someone new. He occasionally saw some women around his age at the small gym. Unfortunately, they seemed to always appear in pairs, and he knew nothing about any of them since they all worked for other businesses which also leased space in the building. So even if he wanted to talk to them, he had no idea how to go about it.
When the resistance from the elliptical suddenly dropped, he was yanked out of his thoughts. Looking down at the phone's screen, he realized he had missed the last several minutes of his show. Sighing, he stopped the streaming video and pulled out his ear buds as he finished the cool down. After he slowly came to a stop, he leaned over and rested for a second, breathing deeply before taking a long drink from the bottle of ice water he had with him. His whole body was worn out, but it was a good feeling, energizing in its own way; and the cold water running down his throat was refreshing.
Finally, he stepped off the elliptical and wiped some of the sweat off his face. When he turned around, he was surprised to find a woman on one of the stationary bikes behind him. Usually he noticed when other people came into the exercise room, but he must have been more lost in his thoughts than he realized. She was dressed in simple business attire, a pair of heels on the floor next to the bike, and a pair of sneakers on her feet as she pedaled a gentle but consistent pace.
"Hey," she said with a beautiful smile, a southern drawl in her voice. She had a pretty face, lightly tanned, which was framed by platinum blonde hair. He had seen her around the building from time to time, and even in the fitness room a few times, though he had no idea who she was.
From what Jack could see she was in good shape, but between the way she was sitting on the bike and the conservative business clothes he had always seen her in, it was hard to be sure. Though the calves showing beneath her skirt had a nice look to them.
"Hi," Jack replied, stumbling slightly as he tried to get the muscles in his legs to cooperate. Her smile widened, and Jack nearly blushed, wondering if she was suppressing a laugh at his poor coordination. He smiled back before making his way out of the gym and down the hall to the tiny men's locker room.
The room could hardly qualify as a locker room. It was a room, and it did have lockers, so he supposed it counted. But really it was a tiny changing room with a shower attached and six half-sized lockers built into one wall. The changing area was only slightly larger than the shower was.
Stripping off his workout clothes, Jack tossed them into a heap on the ground and turned on the water. Once it was warm, he stepped into the inviting spray and pulled the curtain closed. Leaning against the wall, he let out a sigh as the warm water ran across his back, the heat soaking into his sore muscles. While he relaxed, his mind turned back to Gabriella and before long he was imagining himself with her.
She was stunning. Beautiful dark eyes, caramel colored skin, a tight body from working out and leading fitness classes. In his mind's eye he saw her above him as he laid in his bed. Naked as she straddled his waist. His eyes drifted down from her face to her breasts. They were so round and soft, and as his hands rose up to cup them he could feel her puffy brown nipples harden against his hands. She moaned slightly at his touch, lifting herself up above him before deftly moving his throbbing cock to her wet hole.
As Jack soaped himself under the hot water, his hands roamed his tired body. And as his mind recalled the lurid images of Gabriella fucking him, they reached between his legs to find his dick growing quickly. By the time he was imagining Gabriella taking his thick cock and sheathing it inside her wet pussy, he was rock hard stroking himself, his soapy hand running down the shaft and over the circumcised head.
"Fuck me, Jack," she moaned as she rocked above him, her tight hole squeezing the head of his cock as she slid up and down on him.
In response, his hands gripped her soft breasts tighter and began to press his hips upwards into her, sinking his swollen head as far into her as he could manage. Groaning out loud, Jack squeezed over the tip of his cock, attempting to mimic the feel of Gabriella's pussy gripping at his sensitive tip as their bodies rocked together.
Faster and faster his hand moved over his rigid cock, and in his mind Gabriella's movements grew wilder to match. His free hand pressed hard against the tiled wall as she fucked him harder.
"¡Dale duro, papi!" Gabriella cried out as her head leaned back, her wavy black hair flailing as she began to bounce harder and faster on his cock. Most of his body tightened beneath her as he fought to fuck her harder; her cries became wordless screams as his ex-girlfriend came all over his cock.
Just as his own climax began to well up inside him, someone knocked on the door, ruining his daydream and killing his mood. Cursing silently, Jack called out, letting them know he was nearly done and would be out in a minute.
True to his word, Jack finished his shower and struggled into his pants, pushing his still erect cock down one leg of his jeans. Once he was dressed, he left the room, allowing one of the guys from the second floor, some accounting firm he thought, into the locker room. After putting a little bit of fiber cream in his hair, Jack was confident he was presentable for work. Grabbing his gym bag he headed out of the men's room and made his way to the elevators.
Walking down the hallway, he felt like he was about to go out of his mind, he had been so close to cumming and now without the much needed relief his cock ached to finish what he had started. Every step rubbed his pants against his swollen erection, sending waves of pleasure and distraction through him.
I'm going to be completely fucking useless today, he thought, and was already counting the hours until he would get home and finish what he started.
*****
Jack studied himself in the reflection of the elevator doors for a moment as he waited. He was a little above average height, with an athletic build; his blond hair was cut short, messy and a little spiked. He knew it was vain, but he couldn't help but stare; he still had trouble recognizing himself. Just then a flash of movement in the reflection caused him to turn, looking over his shoulder.
He turned back around quickly as the blonde woman from the fitness room came around the corner to the elevators. He felt himself flush slightly as he tried to hide his bulge and tried not to think about the fact that he had just been masturbating just a few minutes ago.
"Well, hey, again," she said, her voice cheerful.
Looking up, Jack forced himself to look at her, not wanting to appear as awkward as he felt. "Hey," he replied, forcing a friendly smile.
