Alicia walked into the gym a few days later at her usual time. "Perfect timing," she thought to herself. Even though she was a little earlier than usual, the main crowd was filtering out, and soon it would be near vacant, except for her favorite person, she hoped. A devilish grin flashed briefly across her face as she recalled her orange "friend." She'd never given it a persona before, but the past couple of nights, she'd called it "Darryl." Recently "Darryl" had nearly ruptured her uterus in missionary. She blushed a little, reddened skin rising to graze the frames of her clear glasses.
"Well, I don't think I've ever seen you in anything other than your gym clothes," a deep voice spoke from behind her. Alicia was so startled that he spun around right into the path the actual Darryl was walking. She stepped right into his chest and stomach. "Woah, sorry if I scared you there, Alicia."His big hands reached instinctively to steady her. She could've died of embarrassment. "Smooth move, dumbass," she thought to herself. She looked up at the tall man, her blue eyes meeting his green eyes. Tension filled the distance between them. He smiled at her as he took a step back.
She was an attractive girl, and today her hair was pulled back into a neat bun; her blues eyes were framed by her glasses, and her black fitted work polo had just enough buttons open that framed her cleavage perfectly. "What a sight," he thought as he looked down at her. Her breasts were lightly brushing the bottom of his chest. On the other hand, Alicia was taking in how solid he was when they touched and how his hands gripped her with the exact firm pressure she'd fantasized about for weeks. Not to mention a smile that made her knees weak.
"Oh, I'm sorry!" she exclaimed, taking a step back.
"Don't be!" Darryl replied, "I'm just glad you didn't punch me. I've seen how hard you work here, and I would've been done for!" He grinned. Alicia blushed.
"Well, I see you too; you're a beast!" She noticed his cheeks turn a little red. "Ok sexy," she thought to herself. She liked that a lot.
"Thank you, maybe we should train together sometime." He shifted the shoulder strap of his gym bag, thinking the conversation was over.
"Sure! How about today?" The words left her mouth before she could snap them shut. "Horny Alicia" had gotten one in edgewise on her.
"Ok, wanna meet by the squat racks in t like ten minutes?" Darryl asked.
"Ok, be right out," Alicia replied. As she turned to go to the women's locker room, Darryl quickly used his free hand to slide his erect cock into the waistband of his spandex underwear.
Alicia gripped the barbell tightly and braced it tightly into her upper back. She stood up straight, lifting the weighted bar off the safety hooks. Darryl was teaching her how to do a proper barbell squat towards the end of their workout. She placed her feet out shoulder width apart, her toes facing outward slightly just like he'd shown her, then began squatting. Alicia's thick ass eased and contracted powerfully as she smoothly knocked out her reps.
Darryl couldn't help but enjoy the view. He loved how her back muscles looked in their contracted state to provide a platform for the bar. The little rose tattoo behind her left ear was also new to him. She struggled a bit, he heard her groaning slightly under the weight, but she kept pushing. The next rep wasn't so lucky, and she became stuck in the down position. Darryl squatted down to spot her, placing a supportive hand on her exposed midriff, the other instinctively moving to her hip. The sweet smell of her perfume wafted into his nose and her hair, now a wavy ponytail, brushed his cheek. His cock began to fill with blood, hardening without his consent as he helped the beautiful woman back up. He was doing most of the work, and his hard dick brushed her ass cheek inevitably.
As the bar resettled on the hooks, he stepped back quickly and tried to hide his embarrassment. Alicia took a deep breath before turning around. She was so aroused that it began to hurt. Darryl's hands on her body drove her crazy, and so did feeling his stiff cock brushing up against her ass. She was glad she was wearing her black yoga pants to hide the wetness of her swollen pussy.
"Thanks for the save!" she gasped to Darryl. She smiled at him and adjusted her glasses in front of her big blue eyes.
"No problem, you've got great form," Darryl responded. The silence of the gym filled the space between them as they stood looking at one another, unsure what to say next. Alicia squirmed a bit. Darryl took the lead. "Well, I usually spend a little time in the sauna when I'm done."
Alicia huffed back at him, "Must be nice! The sauna in the women's locker room has been out of order for the last two months; I've just about given up hope that it'll get fixed."
"Well, it's just us in the gym this late. You could come to enjoy the sauna with me on the men's side. It can stay between us." he teased.
Alicia squinted at Darryl and grinned. "Well played, bud, but I don't have a long towel here. I usually shower at home." "And pretend you're breaking my back." she thought quietly.
Darryl laughed and beamed at her. "I keep a few clean towels here because I sweat so much that I have no choice but to shower. You're more than welcome to one".
Alicia paused to consider for a moment. The gym had no cameras other than the one at the entrance where customers scanned their keys. "Ok, I'll take you up on that offer." she smiled back.
Alicia followed Darryl into the small men's locker room. Grey lockers wrapped around the walls with benches directly in front of them. Besides the grey lockers and the silver condensation-obscured door leading into the sauna, everything else was stark white and smelled like sweaty dudes and bleach. Darryl opened his locker and handed her a towel. "This one is my fluffiest," he grinned. Alicia giggled and took it from him. "Well, you'll have to turn around so I can undress. I charge extra for private shows," said Darryl raising a brown eyebrow at Alicia. She laughed.
"Well, shit, I forgot my wallet in the other room. Maybe next time." They turned backs to undress.
Alicia's nipples hardened upon exposure to the cool air as she peeled off her sports bra. Darryl faced the lockers, but Alicia had the more lucrative view facing the bathroom sinks. The small mirror offered a splendid view of Darryl as he reached down to his waist to pull his shirt off. His back looked even better than she had imagined. His big traps formed well-defined lines in his upper back, and his thick muscles rippled as his arms pulled the shirt up over his head. His figure slimmed as her gaze worked down to his waist. Alicia was perving out on this private show, but she didn't care. She pulled her shoes and socks off while he did the same and watched the mirror keenly to see the main attraction. Darryl pulled down his shorts to reveal a well-sculpted, muscular ass. Her clit jolted with excitement as she imagined burying her face in between his ass cheeks to lick his balls and asshole while stroking his cock from behind. "Fucking chill out, Alicia!" the remaining rational part of her mind yelled. She finished taking off her very damp yoga pants.
They entered the tiny dry sauna one at a time. The towel that Darryl had given her was just long enough to tuck if she kept her hand nearby as a safety. Two small benches were running along the wall of the unlit sauna stadium-style, with barely enough room to walk in front of them. Alicia sat close to Darryl on the bench; her bare knee was almost touching his. He turned to face her; the tension between them was as thick as the steam in the sauna.