Late night Gym

 

The gym was nearly empty at 10 PM, just the low hum of treadmills and the clank of weights echoing through the dimly lit space. Sarah wiped sweat from her brow as she finished her set on the leg press, her tight black leggings clinging to her toned thighs and the sports bra barely containing her full breasts. She was 28, fit, and frustrated—her ex had been gone for months, and the ache between her legs had only grown sharper with every workout.

Across the room, Marcus loaded plates onto the squat rack. He was tall, muscular, with dark skin glistening under the fluorescent lights and tattoos snaking down his powerful arms. Their eyes had met a few times over the past weeks. Tonight, he caught her staring.

"Need a spot?" he asked, his deep voice cutting through the quiet as he approached.

Sarah smirked, standing up and stretching her arms overhead, letting her top ride up to show a strip of smooth, sweat-slicked abs. "Only if you can keep up."

They moved to the free weights. She bent over to grab a dumbbell, her ass pressing back against the thin fabric of her leggings. Marcus stood close behind her, his hands hovering near her hips as she lifted. The heat from his body made her pulse quicken.

After a few sets, the tension was unbearable. "Lock the door," Sarah whispered, nodding toward the staff entrance at the back of the gym. Marcus didn't hesitate. The click echoed like a starting gun.

He pulled her against him immediately, his mouth crashing down on hers in a hungry kiss. His hands roamed—squeezing her ass, sliding up under her bra to pinch her hardening nipples. Sarah moaned into his mouth, grinding her hips against the growing bulge in his shorts.

"Fuck, I've wanted this," he growled, yanking her leggings down just enough to expose her. She was already soaked. He dropped to his knees right there on the rubber mats between the benches, spreading her legs and burying his face between her thighs. His tongue worked her clit in firm, relentless circles while two thick fingers plunged inside her, curling against that perfect spot.

Sarah gripped the weight rack for support, her moans filling the empty gym as her first orgasm hit hard and fast, thighs trembling around his head.

She didn't give him time to recover. Pushing him back onto a nearby workout bench, she tugged his shorts down, freeing his thick, veined cock. It throbbed in her hand as she stroked it once, twice, then straddled him reverse cowgirl style—facing the mirrored wall so they could both watch.

She sank down onto him slowly, gasping at the stretch. "So fucking big," she breathed. Marcus gripped her hips, guiding her as she rode him harder, faster. The wet sounds of their bodies slapping together mixed with their grunts. In the mirror, she watched her tits bounce free from her bra, his hands reaching around to grope them roughly while she slammed down again and again.

He flipped her suddenly, bending her over the bench. One hand tangled in her ponytail as he thrust into her from behind, deep and powerful, the angle hitting everything right. Sarah's fingers dug into the padding, crying out with each stroke. His other hand reached around to rub her clit, pushing her over the edge again.

"I'm gonna cum," he warned, voice strained.

"Inside me," she demanded.

Marcus buried himself to the hilt with a guttural groan, pulsing hot and deep as he filled her. Sarah clenched around him through her own shaking climax.

They stayed locked together for a long moment, breathing hard, sweat mixing on their skin. The gym smelled of sex and iron now.

"Same time tomorrow?" Sarah asked with a wicked smile as she pulled her leggings back up.

Marcus grinned, already half-hard again. "Wouldn't miss it."