Chapter 75 Vignette 69
The mirrored walls of the empty gym caught the late afternoon light, turning the air golden. Maris tugged at the hem of her body hug workout top… the one that clung to her body like a second skin, accentuating her curves in a way that felt tempting.
She felt oddly self-conscious as she waited. She’d expected music and chatter, maybe a few other people around… but it was just her… and him.
Jeff strolled in from the staff room, rolling his shoulders, a towel slung over one arm. His black T-shirt clung in places where the workout earlier had left its mark, and his easy smile made her heartbeat pick up in a way that had nothing to do with cardio.
“Ready?” His voice was low, confident, as though he already knew the answer.
She nodded quickly. “Yeah. I mean… yes. Ready.”
He stepped closer, close enough that she caught the clean scent of soap and something warmer underneath. The air between them tightened…just for a second…before he reached past her, adjusting the settings on the treadmill.
“Let’s start slow,” he murmured, and the way he said it made her wonder if he was talking about the workout at all.
Jeff guided her toward the squat rack, his hand grazing the small of her back…not enough to be inappropriate, but enough that she felt it long after he’d pulled away.
“Feet here,” he instructed, tapping the floor with the tip of his shoe. “Hip-width apart. Chin up.”
Maris followed his instructions, gripping the barbell lightly as he adjusted its height. The cold steel rested just above her shoulders, and she became aware of every muscle it woke in her body. His reflection in the mirror loomed behind hers…broad, steady, watching her form with the kind of attention that made her skin prickle.
“Bend your knees,” he said, stepping closer. His voice was warm now, almost coaxing. “Lower… slower… there you go.”
She obeyed, sinking into the squat. The movement stretched her thighs and tightened her core, and suddenly she was aware of how exposed she felt…how the posture seemed to draw his eyes whether she wanted it or not.
“Good,” he murmured, and when she glanced up in the mirror, his gaze wasn’t just assessing her technique. It lingered a moment too long, making the air between them thicken.
Her pulse quickened, and she reminded herself she’d come here to get fit. But right now, with his breath brushing the back of her neck and her body locked in this slow, deliberate movement, she couldn’t help wondering if fitness was still the only thing on the agenda.
He straightened, his gaze never leaving her flushed face. “On your back,” he said.
She blinked, unsure if she’d heard him right, until he nodded toward the mat. “Leg raises. Hip lifts. Let’s see what you can do.”
She obeyed, lying flat against the padded surface, her ponytail brushing the floor.
Lifting her legs felt simple enough…until he told her to slow down, control the motion, hold it at the top. Her thighs trembled. Her form wavered.
“No,” he murmured, stepping closer. “Not like that.”
His shadow fell across her, broad and unyielding. He crouched beside her hips, one hand hovering just above her knee as if debating whether to steady her. “Keep your core tight. Let me help you with the movement.”
Her breath caught as his hands finally settled on her thighs…light at first, guiding, correcting…until her body understood what his words hadn’t quite explained.
The way his fingers pressed to her soft flesh like he was trying to feel her. Not instruct.
Her toes pointed toward the ceiling, her spine pressing into the mat as he lifted her legs higher with the pressure of his hands.
“Hold it… right there,” he said, his voice low but commanding.
With her legs pointing upward, her pussy bulged out low between her thighs, pushing against her leggings like it needed something urgent.
The stretch in her core wasn’t the only tension winding through her. Heat rushed to her legs, down to her pussy, tiny liquids forming gushed gently inside it.
Her legs trembled slightly.
And she wasn’t sure if it was from the exercise or from the way his gaze traveled, deliberate and unhurried, down the length of her form.
He'd been trying to not stare at her in a way that would complicate things.
But his gaze couldn't help but trace her thighs down to her ass…then her pussy. Right where there was a faint stain of liquid.
That was when she felt it.
The awareness of how her body was aligned, how exposed and vulnerable the position made her.
He could literally tear her leggings apart and take out his cock and stick it in her pussy while holding her legs so tight she wouldn't move.
Damn!
She shook her head immediately, as if that would shake off the filthy thought she just had about this innocent man.
His professionalism made her swear he didn't have such thoughts towards her.
But how sure was she?
Every lift, every controlled drop of her legs became a slow, intimate motion, like his cock was standing under her and each time she dropped her legs, it went deeper inside her pussy.
“Oh, fuck!” She exclaimed aloud.
And quickly bit her lips like she didn't mean to say it out.
Jeff paused, “Is there any problem?” He asked… like he didn't feel his heart pounding louder than usual.
She sat up, her breathing slightly audible.
But no words came out of her mouth.
She just stared at his face, then trailed her eyes down to his chest until they landed on his shorts.
She caught his hardness in his small workout shorts. Then smiled to herself.
“Will anyone come in here?” She asked, not knowing where the sudden boldness came from.
“No. No one else has a session by this time.” he responded, voice low.
She didn't say anything else.
No words. Just action.
Her fingers caught the waistband of her leggings, dragging it down her legs.
Jeff’s eyes widened. His mouth too.
But nothing came out of it.
She gasped, then parted her legs. While he just stared at her pussy, clearly taken aback.
“Come, fuck my pussy. I can't hold it any longer. We'll continue the session afterwards.” She said, as she laid flat on her back, knees arched, pussy exposed, hand thrown on her clit, rubbing rigorously and moaning to herself.
He stared at her like what was in front of him was a joke.
“Ahh! Please fuck me, my pussy’s aching for your cock.”
As if that was all the prompt he needed, he sprung on his knees immediately and shifted his shorts down, cock springing out… thick and hard.
He widened her legs… just enough for his body to fit.
Then she lifted her head, enough to catch a glimpse of what his cock looked like.
His dick rubbed on her thighs as he positioned himself.
Then he held his cock in his hand and deliberately used the tip to part her pussy lips.
She moaned loudly, hips twirling slowly.
He made her legs tremble, her entire body shiver. With the way he glided his cock on her pussy.
And by the time he slid it in, her voice was already reverberating in the gym walls. Screaming like she wanted her lungs out off her.
And the worst part? He had only put the tip of his cock. Barely half of it was inside her.
He let it move with that depth in a loop.
And when he let his cock go deeper inside her, her senses left her completely.
Screaming without caution while he fucked her without a condom.
Skin to skin.
Raw. Deep. Slimy.
Screams and soft groans mixed together, alongside the slurpy and clapping sounds of balls on ass.
Just as expected, she came really quick.
Milk dripping out of her pussy. But he didn't stop slamming her until his own cum spilled out.
But not inside her.
He already pulled out and just shook his cock until everything poured out… on the workout mat.
Silence.
She still laid on her back, breathing heavily. While his eyes darted between his cock and her pussy, wondering why she was so sweet.
Then she sat up, breathing a little more relaxed.
“Bathroom?”
“Over there.” He pointed to a door on the left.
She stood up and picked her leggings up from the floor.
As she sprang across the hall to the convenience, he watched her ass jiggle behind her. His cock still sticking out.
And the thoughts in his head?
She'd either return to continue the gym session.
Or
Another round of fuck.