After a stressful day at work, I decided to swing by the local gym for a workout. It was almost nine o'clock, and only a handful of people had the same idea.

I noticed her instantly on the treadmill. Stunning in her teal and aubergine workout gear.

I sat down on the soft, gray carpet and began stretching. Her back was facing me as she observed herself on the wall mirrors, ass bouncing in a hypnotic motion while she ran a steady pace. Every muscle in her toned, tanned legs flexed as she gained momentum. I tried not to stare, but my eyes were drawn to her in a trance-like glare. We made eye contact for a split second in the mirror's reflection before I shyly looked away, not wanting to draw attention.

When I mustered the courage to look back at her, she smiled.  Her smile was so beautiful; it captured me. Her hair danced around her face as she wiped sweat away with her wrist.

I peered at her randomly as she moved from station to station. She pushed herself with such precision. I knew then she enjoyed her workouts as much as I did. She made the exercises that I struggled with seem so easy. My mind drifted off. I thought to myself how it might be to rub her body down with oil and slide my own oiled body on top of hers. It crossed my mind that the feeling might be mutual when she positioned herself on the crunch machine directly across from me. Never taking her eyes off me, she spread her legs open to me to reveal that she was wearing no panties. I almost dropped the barbell that I was doing curls with.

She looked in the other direction as if she wasn't aware of my view. I wondered if she could read the hunger in my eyes. I still pretended to be focused on my lifts. She looked away as she went into moved to the next machine.

"Oh great...another tease," I whispered under my breath.

She finished her reps and sashayed past the lifecycle that I was now spinning madly on.

"Nice smile," she said in a low, soft, seductive voice.

I tried to speak, but no words would form. She walked on, across the room to the free weights. I had endured all that I could stand. The mass of butterflies fluttered uninhibited in the pit of my tired abdomen. I had lost all focus on my intentions of coming that day, so I headed to the showers.

I undressed and turned on the water. I stepped into the hot steam to cleanse away the sweat. The remainder of the day's worries would be flushed out with a bone-warming shower. I took the soap from my duffle bag on the bench and lathered my body. I heard a crinkle in the plastic curtain behind me. I turned quickly to see what was happening, and there she stood! Completely naked, she just stood staring at me. She was more toned and defined than I had guessed she might be.

"Not bad," she spoke out with a grin.

She looked me up and down with no reservations. I was in a complete state of shock. The shock turned into anxious need as she parted her full lips and said, "Friends shouldn't let friends shower alone."

She stepped into the shower beside me and pulled the curtain closed. She looked deep into my eyes. A look so deep that I felt like she was inspecting my soul. She took the soap from my hands and rubbed it hard in her fragile grasp until the bubbles overflowed.  She proceeded by rubbing her hot hands on my neck, down my chest, and then onto my breasts. I could feel my nipples tighten as she kneaded each one in between her slippery fingers. Our kiss was hot and connected. Her tongue slipped out long and hard against mine.

Feeling more comfortable, I took the soap back from her and lathered every inch of her body. Her skin was bronze and very soft. The water beaded as the soap ran down the length of her flawless legs.  I could feel the ripples of her muscles as my fingers slid all over. I knew exactly where this was leading. I wasn't about to lay down any speed bumps. My right hand eased up her inner thigh, then brushed against her shower-drenched crotch.

"I want you," she moaned out. "Please take me."

I looked deep into her blue eyes. How could I refuse? The soap rinsed away as we twirled around in each other's arms. I pulled her hard against me. Our wet nipples teased against each other. I eased her down into a sitting position on the bench beside my bag. Her legs were spread wide apart for me.

I paused for a moment to admire her position. Her labia curved and spread at just the right points, allowing me to look inside at the white liquid forming in her crevice. Her clit stood erect, and her swollen lips creased a path underneath. Her contour was perfect. She had a thin line shaved, leading a trail right to my playground.

I kneeled on the tile. The steam around us gave us the whole dreamlike effect, though no dream had ever been this good. My tongue slid up her thigh. I licked and nibbled gently where her hip and thigh came together, biting and pulling her flesh in the erotic grips of my teeth. Her body trembled at my touch. She lifted her leg over my shoulder, giving me complete access. I circled my tongue around her clit. She eased back further against the wall.

She tasted scrumptious. I buried my mouth deep inside of her, wanting to inspect every fold. I tongued her to the brink of climax. I looked up at her above me. Her eyes seemed to beg for completion.

I pounded my tongue back inside of her, causing her to scream out. "Oh, God."

I felt her pussy quiver against my tongue as a wave of orgasm passed through her.  I continued to lick her sensitive clit until she begged me to stop. She gently lifted me and kissed my cum soaked lips.

"Stay right there. I will be right back," she ordered as she stepped past the curtain.

She returned with a large purple strap on in less than a minute and handed it to me.

"Please put this on. I need to come again for you," she practically begged, voice saturated with desire.

I stood and stepped into the strap-on harness while she watched with intense hunger, and then I squatted beneath her again. She pulled her legs up on me once more, lowering herself slowly, inch by inch, until she was filled. I had a perfect view as she opened to gain full entry. The penetration caused her eyes to shut in satisfaction. I moved slowly to allow her to adjust to my rubber cock, quickening the pace as I felt her relax. I pushed in and out faster until we were fucking like wild beasts.

I could feel the resistance change as she tightened and released her vaginal muscles around my staff. Her breasts slapped against my face. Her precision movement reminded me of the way she had looked earlier on the machines. I pounded hard against her spot, making her legs push down hard on my shoulders. With each plunge, she gasped deeply for air. I fucked her deep and direct, and she pumped hard against me until she couldn't hold back any longer. I pulled back so I could see her cum ooze out from around my staff. She gyrated for several minutes and then slumped her entire weight on me.

After a bit of composure, we both stood to kiss again. She knew that I was throbbing from fucking her, watching her buck against me, listening to her moans. I stepped out of the strap-on, and she grabbed it away with authority.

"Face the wall," she commanded.

Her words made me ache even more than I initially ached. I put my hands on the wall and spread my legs. I cocked my ass up and laid my face against the cold tiles. My pussy was on fire and needed relief quickly.  She guided it around, directing the tip to its destination. With one plunge, she was deep inside. I moaned out.

"You like to be fucked with a toy that is covered in my juice?" she teased.

I felt my knees weaken as she pulled out and thrust back deep inside. I moved around and braced myself on the bench. She pulled out and then slammed back in. I was in pure ecstasy. My hands were white-knuckled on the edge of the seat. I felt her hand come down hard on my ass. The sting sank in just in time for her to slip her toy deep inside again.  Like a piston, she moved against me. Her thighs were slapping hard against the red handprint on my ass. Faster and faster, she made every stroke count. She reached her hand around, putting her index finger on my hard clit, the other on my hip. She worked me like a professional. I tossed my head back and moaned out as the ripples of orgasms captured my body.

Eventually, she removed the strap-on as I slowly stood.

My legs were trembling from our workout. We moved silently back into the water. We held each other close for about a half hour before we decided that it was time to leave. I towel-dried us both, and then we dressed.

“I’m Sarah, by the way,” I said, extending my hand.

 We both laughed.

“Hello, Sarah, I’m Meg; pleased to meet you,” she said, smiling.

“Same time tomorrow?’ I asked.

“You bet!”

You would be amazed at how working out releases stress!