What a dumbass. He thinks he’s being sly. He thinks I don’t notice him stealing glimpses of this body. My body.
I want to scream at him. Mind your own business, horn dog! I’m just trying to get in a good workout. I didn’t come here so you could stare at me and then go home to jerk off thinking about what you saw.
He thinks he got a good show with the sumo jacks I just finished. I made sure I had proper form: ass pushed out, shoulders back, tits bouncing.
That was nothing.
Wait until he sees me thrusting my hips into the air with these bridges. I love doing bridges. Lying on the mat. Knees bent. Pushing my hips up to the ceiling and squeezing my glutes. Fifteen reps, here we go:
One…two…three….four…
He’s looking again! Does he not realize this place is surrounded with mirrors?
Five…six…seven…eight…
I don’t blame him for looking. I’m wearing my thinnest, tightest pair of white workout leggings. No panties. Camel toe on full display. Poor little horny man can’t keep his eyes off of me.
Nine…ten…eleven…twelve…
There he goes again! Fucker. Steals a look and then pretends he’s looking past me. So obvious.
He’s got no one else to watch. There’s nobody else here. It’s ten o’clock on a Saturday. We’re the only two people in this entire town at the gym right now.
Thirteen…fourteen…and…fifteen. Phew! That felt good. My glutes are on fire.
Wait a second…really? Am I feeling what I think I’m feeling?
Yes. A warm tingle in my crotch. I’m getting wet. What the fuck?
Must have been the bridges making my tights rub against my slit. Or maybe it’s the sound of the bass pumping with this workout music. Or maybe it’s because I know Mr. Peeper over there is going to picture me when he’s jerking off at home tonight.
No, it can’t be because of that. No way. That wouldn’t make me wet. Just the opposite. The more I think about it, the more it really pisses me off!
I’m just here to workout. I’m not here to give some random dumbass a free show that he can use to beat off. Just doesn’t seem right.
Ok, yeah. So maybe he is kind of hot. That T-shirt is way too small for him. Figures. Just a typical gym bro trying to make his biceps look bigger than they are. Nice pecs though. Cute butt.
Fuck! He just caught me staring. Damnit!
Back to work. Focus. I’m here to get a workout, not fuck around with some gym bro.
On to the leg abductor machine. Seated facing out. Legs spread. Squeezing them together for ten reps:
One…two…three…
Horny boy is over there doing dumbbell chest flies. Are those 40 pounders he’s using? Impressive.
Four…five…six…
The inside of my thighs are really burning now.
Seven…eight…nine…
He just grunted with his last rep and slammed the dumbbells to the floor. Show-off!
And…ten. Oh wow. Ouch. I need to stretch.
On to the floor now. On my back, legs in the air, grab my feet. Happy baby pose to get a good stretch. Hold. Closing my eyes. Breathing. Open my eyes.
Fucker! He was watching me the whole time.
That’s it. I’ve had enough! This is going to end right now. He does not get to steal looks of my body to use for his solo jerk off party when he gets home.
I’m not letting him leave here with full balls! No way. I’m going to decide when and where he shoots his sticky load.
“Hey there. Don’t talk, just listen. I know you’ve been checking me out the whole time we’ve been here. Nope! Quiet! I said just listen. I know your type. You quietly steal glances of rockin’ bodies like mine and then go home and jerk off thinking about it. Well not today. I’m not letting you leave here until you’ve unloaded every bit of jizz you’re carrying around in those nuts of yours. And hell no, I’m not fucking you, so just get that out of your mind right now. Now pull off your shorts. Just the shorts. Do not pull off those boxer briefs! I’m not interested in seeing your sweaty cock. Now lie on the bench.”
He drops his shorts. Lie on the bench.
Now for my last exercise of the evening: dry humping the cum out of this motherfucker.
Holy shit! Now I’m really wet. Soaking through my tights now.
Picking up one leg, I swing it over the bench so that I’m straddling him.
His boner is trapped under the tight elastic of his boxer briefs with the tip peeking out just above the waistband.
I push my wet camel toe down onto his rod. Spandex against nylon.
Now back and forth…back and forth…
“Stop moaning! It’s annoying.”
I pinch his nipples through his shirt.
“Quiet, I said! And stop looking at me!”
I pull off my top and put it over his face to blindfold him. He’s seen enough already.
I restart the grind. Back and forth…back and forth…
His cock wants out. Nope. Not happening.
Back and forth…back and forth…
I’m soaked. I could use a dick in me right now. I pinch my nipples. God they’re hard! No! Stop. Focus. Get the job done. Just dry hump the jizz out of this motherfucker and get the hell out of here.
Back and forth…back and forth…
Precum drizzles from his tip and pools between the ridges of his abs. I can tell from his breathing that he’s getting closer.
Back and forth…back and forth…
He gasps. I feel the first contraction of his cock. I reach down and pull the waistband up over the tip to trap the blast. He deserves a sticky mess to deal with.
His cock continues to pump: two….three…four…
Milky fluid begins to ooze through the fabric of his boxers and smears on my soaked tights.
Still pumping: five…six…seven.
His body goes limp on the bench. I get off and stand over him. I grab my top off of his face and put it back on.
Cum is oozing out everywhere. From the waistband. The fly. Soaking through the fabric. Must have been a massive load.
I straddle his face, grab the back of his head, and push it into the crotch of my soaked tights. I hold it there for 10 seconds. I push hard. So hard that I can feel his nose on my swollen clit.
I look down to see his shorts still lying on the floor. I pick them up and put them in my bag. He’s going to be walking out of here wearing nothing but his stupid T-shirt and his cum drenched boxers.
He says nothing. I look at the mirror. I can see him staring at my ass as I walk out the door.
