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Authors: Kendall Swan
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enough courage to make a new friend at the
gym.
The first mile was always
the hardest so Emma would concentrate on the other people in the
gym to avoid concentrating on the pain as her body got revved up
before the runner’s high kicked in. Her eyes scanned the early
morning crowd and saw many of the usuals. There were the gym rats
at the weights section who would work out all day if they didn’t
have to bother with a pesky job. They were a little too obsessed
with their looks for Emma to find them sexy. The spin class was
full of mostly young attractive professional women like Emma and
Brooke who wore all kinds of colorful lycra, spandex, and cotton.
She subtly scanned the other treadmills near her and locked eyes
with a smoldering runner four treadmills over from hers.
She immediately looked away
embarrassed. How long had he been watching her check everyone out.
Her paranoia about her pussy lips came back to her and she could
feel the heat rising to her face and between her legs. Drops of
sweat immediately began dripping on her entire body causing her to
look like she had been running five miles instead of just
one.
She ventured a quick glance
to see if he was still watching her and saw a grin on his face as
she met his eyes again. This time he looked down before she could.
He was still grinning as he looked at his feet while running. Emma
took in the shape of his body since she didn’t have to answer to
his stare anymore.
He had light brown hair and
a nice tan. He looked tall, maybe 6’2’’. His body was lean with
smooth, hard muscles. He had broad shoulders and a small tattoo she
couldn’t make out on his bicep. She could tell by the ease with
which he ran that he was not a new runner. He looked a few years
older than Emma, maybe twenty-seven or twenty-eight. Why had she
not seen him here before? Was he a new member?
She noticed the light brown
hair on his muscular legs and found herself wondering about the
hair on the rest of his body. Did he have a happy trail and what
would it look like? She imagined there wouldn’t be much hair on his
defined abs, only a small amount around his belly button. Below
that there would be a very fine line of light brown hair leading to
his penis, which, of course, was huge and hard in her mind’s
eye.
Suddenly, the image of
herself naked and bent over on the treadmill with his huge cock
about to enter her wet pussy flashed in her mind. She was seeing it
as though she was a third person watching herself about to be taken
by this mystery man. She could see her lean and tan body, her hands
holding onto the front monitor. Her blonde hair was splayed across
her back. Her hard nipples were pointing down as her ample breasts
swung slightly. Her legs were spread revealing her labia lips
sparkling from her juices coming out. He grabbed her hips and his
tip was touching her lips now. She could see the sinewy muscles in
his legs flex has she shifted his weight. She reached down between
her legs with one hand and began slowly rubbing her clit. He rubbed
his hand down her back. The touch of his hand was soft and sure at
the same time. He then grabbed her hips again as if he was
preparing to enter her in earnest.
“Hellooo, Emma, you there?”
Brooke asked while standing beside her treadmill.
“You know him?”
“Uh,” Emma stammered as she
came out of her reverie. “No, I was just…noticing him.”
“I’ll say. He is definitely
worth noticing. If I didn’t already have Jack, I would hit that,”
Brooke said with a playful grin.
“Brooke!” Emma pretended to
be offended by Brooke pretending to talk like a man even though she
found it both endearing and ironic. Brooke had been with her
boyfriend for three years now and everyone knew Jack was saving up
to get her a gigantic rock before he proposed.
“Well, I’m heading out. I’ll
see you at the office.”
“See ya.”
Emma looked back over at the
object of her
gym.
The first mile was always
the hardest so Emma would concentrate on the other people in the
gym to avoid concentrating on the pain as her body got revved up
before the runner’s high kicked in. Her eyes scanned the early
morning crowd and saw many of the usuals. There were the gym rats
at the weights section who would work out all day if they didn’t
have to bother with a pesky job. They were a little too obsessed
with their looks for Emma to find them sexy. The spin class was
full of mostly young attractive professional women like Emma and
Brooke who wore all kinds of colorful lycra, spandex, and cotton.
She subtly scanned the other treadmills near her and locked eyes
with a smoldering runner four treadmills over from hers.
She immediately looked away
embarrassed. How long had he been watching her check everyone out.
Her paranoia about her pussy lips came back to her and she could
feel the heat rising to her face and between her legs. Drops of
sweat immediately began dripping on her entire body causing her to
look like she had been running five miles instead of just
one.
She ventured a quick glance
to see if he was still watching her and saw a grin on his face as
she met his eyes again. This time he looked down before she could.
He was still grinning as he looked at his feet while running. Emma
took in the shape of his body since she didn’t have to answer to
his stare anymore.
He had light brown hair and
a nice tan. He looked tall, maybe 6’2’’. His body was lean with
smooth, hard muscles. He had broad shoulders and a small tattoo she
couldn’t make out on his bicep. She could tell by the ease with
which he ran that he was not a new runner. He looked a few years
older than Emma, maybe twenty-seven or twenty-eight. Why had she
not seen him here before? Was he a new member?
She noticed the light brown
hair on his muscular legs and found herself wondering about the
hair on the rest of his body. Did he have a happy trail and what
would it look like? She imagined there wouldn’t be much hair on his
defined abs, only a small amount around his belly button. Below
that there would be a very fine line of light brown hair leading to
his penis, which, of course, was huge and hard in her mind’s
eye.
Suddenly, the image of
herself naked and bent over on the treadmill with his huge cock
about to enter her wet pussy flashed in her mind. She was seeing it
as though she was a third person watching herself about to be taken
by this mystery man. She could see her lean and tan body, her hands
holding onto the front monitor. Her blonde hair was splayed across
her back. Her hard nipples were pointing down as her ample breasts
swung slightly. Her legs were spread revealing her labia lips
sparkling from her juices coming out. He grabbed her hips and his
tip was touching her lips now. She could see the sinewy muscles in
his legs flex has she shifted his weight. She reached down between
her legs with one hand and began slowly rubbing her clit. He rubbed
his hand down her back. The touch of his hand was soft and sure at
the same time. He then grabbed her hips again as if he was
preparing to enter her in earnest.
“Hellooo, Emma, you there?”
Brooke asked while standing beside her treadmill.
“You know him?”
“Uh,” Emma stammered as she
came out of her reverie. “No, I was just…noticing him.”
“I’ll say. He is definitely
worth noticing. If I didn’t already have Jack, I would hit that,”
Brooke said with a playful grin.
“Brooke!” Emma pretended to
be offended by Brooke pretending to talk like a man even though she
found it both endearing and ironic. Brooke had been with her
boyfriend for three years now and everyone knew Jack was saving up
to get her a gigantic rock before he proposed.
“Well, I’m heading out. I’ll
see you at the office.”
“See ya.”
Emma looked back over at the
object of her
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