The gym was a blur of activity, the rhythmic thud of weights and the hum of conversation filling the air. Danielle, a woman in her early forties with curves that could stop traffic, stepped out of the pilates studio, her muscles warm and supple from the workout. She wiped the sweat from her brow with the back of her hand, her sports bra and yoga pants clinging to her body like a second skin. Her 36DDD breasts bounced gently with each step, the fabric of her sports bra straining to contain them.

Her phone buzzed in her pocket, and she knew without looking who it would be. Neil, the needy boy who had been begging her for weeks to take a selfie in her workout gear. He had been relentless, sending her videos of himself jerking off, even going so far as to use cock rings to last longer. She smiled to herself, enjoying the power she held over him.

"Not today," she muttered under her breath, sliding her phone back into her pocket. She had other plans. Plans that involved making him wait just a little bit longer.

As she made her way through the gym, she couldn't help but notice a pair of eyes following her every move. It was Neil, standing by the water fountain, his gaze locked onto her like a heat-seeking missile. He looked different today—more determined, more eager. She felt a shiver run down her spine, a mix of irritation and excitement bubbling up inside her.

"Danielle!" he called out, jogging over to her. His eyes darted to her chest, drinking in the sight of her heaving breasts before meeting her gaze. "I can't believe you actually came here."

She crossed her arms, pushing her breasts up even further. "You followed me?"

He nodded, his cheeks flushing. "I had to see you. I couldn't resist. You look amazing."

She smirked, uncrossing her arms and letting her hands rest on her hips. "Well, you shouldn't have done that. This is my space, Neil. You need to respect that."

He swallowed hard, his eyes never leaving hers. "I know, I'm sorry. But... I just needed to see you. To be close to you."

She rolled her eyes, but there was a softness in them. "Fine. But you better behave yourself during class. No staring, no weirdness. Understand?"

He nodded eagerly, a grin spreading across his face. "I promise. Just let me stand behind you. Please."

She sighed, shaking her head. "Alright, fine. But don't think this means anything more than it is."

The class began, and as promised, Neil positioned himself directly behind her. His presence was impossible to ignore, his breath hot against her neck as they moved together. She could feel his eyes on her, burning into the back of her head, and it sent a thrill through her body. She teased him mercilessly, arching her back and stretching her arms above her head, letting her breasts press against the fabric of her sports bra. The sweat dripped down her cleavage, pooling between her ample breasts, and she knew he was dying to reach out and touch her.

By the end of the class, she was breathless and flushed, her body glistening with sweat. Neil stood close behind her, his own breathing ragged. She turned to face him, her eyes dark with desire.

"You did good," she said softly, brushing a strand of hair from her face. "But you still owe me."

His eyes widened. "Anything. What do you want?"

She smiled, reaching out and running a finger down his chest. "Wait here. I'll be right back."

She disappeared into the locker room, her mind racing with thoughts of what she was about to do. When she returned, she handed him a small bag, her eyes gleaming with mischief.

"This is for you," she said, her voice low and sultry. "Go to the private bathroom and record yourself jerking off with my sports bra wrapped around you. And make sure to smell my panties while you do it. I'll be listening."

His eyes darkened with hunger as he took the bag, his fingers trembling. "Yes, Danielle. Anything you say."

She watched him disappear into the bathroom, her pulse quickening. She positioned herself outside the door, her ear pressed against it, waiting for the sounds of his pleasure. As Neil disappeared into the bathroom, Danielle couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement. She positioned herself outside the door, her ear pressed against it, waiting for the sounds of his pleasure. The anticipation was almost too much to bear.

Inside the bathroom, Neil fumbled with the bag, his hands trembling with eagerness. He pulled out the sports bra and panties, inhaling deeply. The scent of Danielle filled his senses, making his cock twitch in response. "Ms. Danielle," he whispered reverently, as if speaking her name could summon her presence.

He set up his phone to record, ensuring the camera captured every detail. With shaking hands, he wrapped the sports bra around his throbbing erection, the fabric still warm from Danielle's body. He closed his eyes, imagining her hands guiding him, her breath hot against his skin.

"Ms. Danielle," he murmured again, this time with more urgency. He brought the panties to his nose, inhaling deeply. The combination of her sweat and arousal was intoxicating, driving him wild. His strokes became more frantic, each movement fueled by the thought of her watching, listening, commanding him.

Outside the door, Danielle's heart raced. She could hear the faint sounds of Neil's labored breathing, the rustle of fabric, and the soft moans escaping his lips. Each sound sent shivers down her spine, heightening her own arousal. "Good boy," she whispered under her breath, her voice barely audible.

Neil's pace quickened, his breaths coming in short gasps. "Ms. Danielle... I'm close," he panted, his voice strained with desire. The image of her standing just outside the door, her ear pressed against the wood, was too much to resist. He imagined her watching him, her eyes dark with lust, her fingers teasing her own nipples through the thin fabric of her sports bra.

With a final, desperate thrust, he came, his release spilling over the sports bra. "Ms. Danielle," he groaned, his voice thick with satisfaction. He collapsed against the wall, spent and satisfied, the remnants of his climax still pulsing through him.

Danielle smiled to herself, her own need growing stronger. She knew what she wanted next, and she intended to make Neil wait just a little bit longer.