Standing there looking at myself in that full-length mirror, I knew I looked great. I had worked so hard for this body, and my curvy figure had taken the shape of a perfect hourglass, now with some incredible, visible abs and some nice muscle tone on my arms and legs. The gym was no longer a place I dreaded; I actually enjoyed being here and most recently, as my body has been changing and my confidence growing, I’ve had a few onlookers.
Today was the first time I hadn’t worn a bra, I just had on a loose crop top and some short, running shorts even though I planned to do no cardio. I walked out and headed straight to the weight lifting area. I was a little nervous and it was busier than usual, and I’m not experienced in using the machines, as I normally lift free weights. However, that section was very busy and I was feeling myself getting quite shy.
I walked over to the shoulder press and set my weights. With the second lift, I felt my crop top ride up and it could be possible that the bottoms of my breasts were on show. I flushed red, maybe this wasn’t a good idea. I carried on lifting, hoping that my nipples didn’t make an appearance as they started to become hard rubbing against my top.
As I walked over to the chest press—I think that’s what it is called—I saw two extremely muscular men follow me with their eyes. The machine was just a bench without a backrest, and you slotted your feet in and strapped them down. As I was strapping my feet in after setting my weight, I could feel a lot more eyes on me. I was starting to relax and enjoy the attention. After around ten reps, one of two men who watched me walked over. He was now making his way across to me.
“Hi, sorry, I just wanted to let you know that you will seriously hurt your back if you carry on lifting like that. Would you like some help?”
“Oh thank you,” I said, “I didn’t realise. I’m not used to these machines.”
He placed his hand on my back and told me to lean on it to keep better posture and he would hold me up. This helped but not entirely.
“Would it be okay if you sat behind me? I might be able to push back better then.” I asked.
He sat behind me and I used his body like a backrest. However, this was doing things inside my shorts that I wasn’t sure I would be able to hide.
“Hey, careful, now, girl. You’re arching your back too much and…”
I could feel his dick getting hard through his thin shorts and he started breathing heavier.
“I’m not sure my wife would approve of this, sweetheart, I’m going to have to go now. Just…make sure you…keep your back…straight, like I showed you.”
His breathing was extremely deep and laboured at this point, he was struggling to speak. As he tried to get up off the bench, I took his hand a put it up my top for less than a second.
“Oops, best run home to your wife now,” I said. “Wouldn’t want you being in any kind of trouble”. I winked at him as he got off the bench and walked back over to his friend.
A little while later I saw his friend leave, and he walked over to the changing rooms alone. I couldn’t help myself, but I found myself following. I sneaked into the men’s changing rooms.
Oh shit, what am I even thinking, I almost walked back out when he saw me!
“Hey, this isn’t the naughty little girl’s room.”
“I’m not little!” I said, my eyes moving down to my double G-cup breasts, now desperate to be touched, nipples hard as rocks.
We heard the door open and I ran and hid in a cubicle; he followed. Running his hands through his hair he was starting to look stressed.
“I respect that you’re married, but you can just watch, I won’t let you touch,” I said as I was sliding off my shorts.
I asked him to bend down in front of me. I sat on the bench; from there, I thought he would get a little peak at the bottom of my full perky breasts without seeing too much and he would be head-on with my pussy, which was now flooding. I don’t think I’d ever been this wet!
“Oh. My. GOD!” He whispered as I slid two fingers inside myself. His hand went up to touch me; I smacked it away.
“Don’t be naughty. Think about your wife. This way you aren’t cheating”
I forced my fingers in and out of my tight little pussy that was now dripping juice off the bench onto the floor. I put my legs on his shoulders, the noises it made were so delicious I know he was thinking the same before he even asked.
“Pleaseee, can I just taste you, just for a second?”
“No, your tongue goes anywhere near me and I’ll just stop!” I whispered loudly.
Someone outside the cubicle turned the shower on and I let out a moan; how perfectly timed. Now, no one would be able to hear us. “What’s your name?” I asked, getting so close.
“Paul,” he answered.
I inserted another finger into myself. It was an extremely tight squeeze, but I was so wet it just slid in. I moaned again, so loud this time I was worried we might be caught. I bit my teeth together so hard as I pounded my fingers deeper inside, angling them perfectly for Paul to get a nice view. I was too fucking close, about to scream.
“I’m going to fucking cum. Paul, Paul fuck me ohhhh, PAULLL!”
I squirted. I fucking squirted for the first time, ever, and, at that moment, Paul moved closer to me and opened his mouth. Bastard, I told him no tasting. I laughed, he had me all over his mouth.
He was laughing now too. “Mmm, wow,” he said.
I got up off the bench and started pulling my shorts back up. “Go home and give your wife the ride of her life. I’m so fucking jealous of her right now,” I said as I was making my exit.