As I finally grew, I found my athletic niche in distance running. Even on a team, it’s a solitary sport. The one time I contributed to the team, nobody cared.
Our high school track team had several very gifted athletes. Those five guys could win all of the sprints up to four hundred meters, plus high jump, long jump, and pole vault. They could carry the team to a victory most of the time.
We were up against our biggest rivals, and with two events to go, the team scores were nearly equal. We could almost count on the four-by-four hundred relay to win the final event, but for the team to win, we needed someone to finish in the top three in the 3200-meter run.
As the race reached the halfway point, our top distance runner was dragging his ass and looked to finish fourth. I found a gear that I didn’t know I had caught up to him and told him to get going. He gave me an exhausted look and shrugged. I set my sights on the third place runner and got motivated. I ended up finishing second with my best time for the season.
The relay runners ended the meet with a great performance, just fractions of a second off the state record time. The coach celebrated their victory and put laurels on them. Nobody gave a shit that I had stepped up to help.
I tell you all of this not to depress you, but to illustrate that I just don’t do teams. I’ve gone thirty years since then without ever joining a team. I would probably have been able to live out my life without joining a team if I wasn’t a sucker for a pretty face.
The first time Gabriel tricked me was getting me to join her fitness class. I had been working out at the same gym for the last three years. She was recently hired to be the evening manager and to be a personal trainer. To compete with another local gym, our gym started offering a free fitness class three days a week. Four people need to show up for each class or else they skip for the evening.
I had just finished working with the weights and was headed to do aerobics on the treadmill when I overheard a conversation. They had three people waiting for the class, with no fourth person in sight. I have no idea why I volunteered to join them.
The workout was fun, and I got sweaty. I actually enjoyed that it worked muscles that I had been neglecting in my normal workout. The fact that there were three women in the class and a pretty young trainer didn’t really cross my mind.
Two days later, I was just finishing on the treadmill when Gabriel caught me. She gave me a beaming smile and then asked me if I had finished warming up for her class. When a woman acts that happy to see you, you should never say no. Adding an extra hour to my workout just about killed me.
She didn’t let me miss class after that. I did tone down my regular workout so I could try to keep up in class.
The second time Gabriel tricked me was getting me to join her fitness challenge. She turned that beaming smile on me and told me I should join. I didn’t ask any questions. I just paid the twenty dollars and signed the waiver.
A week later, just as the challenge was about to start, she asked me if I wanted to be on her team or not. I told her I don’t do teams. She frowned and put me on another team. A couple of days after that, she asked me to vote for what color shirts my team would get. I told her any color except pink. When the shirts arrived, I found out that ‘salmon’ is not ‘pink’. She gave me that smile, and I guess I like my shirt.
There were two parts to the challenge. The first goal was weight loss. I could certainly stand to lose a couple pounds, or maybe twenty, but my weight had been pretty consistent for the last few years. There were people in the challenge that were very likely to lose a lot more than I would. I knew I could make up points on the other part of the challenge.
The second part consisted of weekly exercise challenges. There were points to be earned for participating in the class, or logging miles on the treadmill, and other events. Check my social media account and you will find videos of me working the big ropes, doing fifty push-ups and doing too many burpees.
I can’t stress enough how much I hate burpees. When I was a kid we called them squat-thrusts. Basically, you squat down and put your hands on the floor. Then you kick your legs out to full extension only to bounce them back up underneath you. You finish by standing quickly, preferably with a hop. Doing that once is easy enough. The problem is that I never know when to breathe while I’m doing them, so I run out of oxygen after about five. I hate them almost as much as I hate being on a team.
Other than that, Gabriel did a good job a keeping the challenge fun, and my teammates really took to it as well. Six weeks into the eight-week challenge, we were neck in neck with Gabriel’s team for first place.
One of the women on my four-person team was doing most of her workouts with one of the guys from Gabriel’s team. They decided to make things interesting and they made a side bet. Somehow, the bet expanded to involve both teams. The terms were that the members of the winning team would pair up with the members of the other team and make them do anything they wanted.
I was paired up with Gabriel. A thought popped into my head, and it was the motivation I needed to kick butt for the final two weeks. My singular focus was forcing Gabriel to do a hundred burpees.
The final challenge was a BINGO board of exercises. I was able to do the ten hardest ones, including some serious distance on the treadmill, to help my team fill out the entire board. I was even able to check off the box for doing twenty burpees. Gabriel’s team was unable to log a five-mile run, and we beat them by only a couple of points. I couldn’t wait to see how many burpees it would take to make her call it quits!
People tend to skip going to the gym of Fridays and Saturdays, so Gabriel had set up the challenge to start and end on a Thursday. She finished counting points just before class on Thursday night and announced that our team had won. I teased her about the burpees, but we didn’t have time that night. I promised her that I would be at the gym early on Monday to collect on the bet.
On Monday, she greeted me with the beaming smile and a bit of a blush.
“Do you plan on collecting like you teammates did?” she asked. I certainly wasn’t going to let her off easy.
“Would you have it any other way?” I teased. Her blush darkened.
“Mariam says we can go to her house after I finish my shift,” she said.
“Not here?” I asked.
“I don’t want to get fired!” she exclaimed. I guess her boss was being crazy about paying overtime again. Her boss was probably being crazy about short shifts as well, and I knew she had an hour left before she was done. I had time to do my regular weights workout.
I was about half-way through my workout when Gabriel commented, “Hey, you better save some for later!”
“You’ll be working harder that I will,” I promised her. For some reason, she blushed again. She must hate burpees as much as I do.
I finished up, took a quick shower, and changed into street clothes. She finished up her chores and was ready to go at the same time. She didn’t really say anything to me, but with a look, she told me to meet outside. I threw my gym bag in my car and then walked over to her car. She had her window open, so I walked up to the driver’s side.
“Listen,” she said quietly as if someone could hear her. “I don’t want to get fired, and the cameras can see out here. Move your car down by the convenience store, and I’ll pick you up there.”
I really didn’t think it was such a big deal, but I agreed and then nonchalantly strolled back over to my car and drove away. I parked where she said, and she picked me up.
We made small talk as she drove. We only had to go six blocks. Along the way, I pointed out a park and two playgrounds where we could have stopped to do it. She blushed and kept driving.
At her friend’s house, she knew a code to open the garage door. She closed it behind us and led me into the house.
“This is an awful lot of trouble for a hundred burpees,” I teased. “She has a nice house,” I added.
She led me down into a finished basement. There was a big room that was set up for watching movies and a smaller area with a small treadmill. I figured that was her friend’s home fitness area. It had plenty of space for Gabriel to work out. She led me past that into a small guest bedroom.
“You’re going to do burpees in here?” I joked. I turned to see if she was playing a joke on me, and my heart stopped.
She had the beaming smile on her face and nothing else from the waist up. Her thumbs were tucked inside her yoga pants, and she was about to push them off.
“Shut up and tell me what you want me to do first,” she laughed.
“What are you doing?” I stammered. My mind had a dozen protests for her. I wanted to point out that you don’t have to be naked to do burpees. I wanted to point out that she was the same age as my kids, and she really shouldn’t be getting naked in front of me.
The smile fell from her face as she saw the shocked look on my face.
“You said you wanted…” she stammered. Suddenly her hands shot across her stomach. “Tell me it’s not the stretch marks! There’s nothing I can do… ” She seemed to run out of breath as she stopped talking.
I realized a couple of things very quickly. Although we had been talking, we were not communicating. She was on the verge of tears and a breakdown, because of the possible shame and her insecurity. I realized that I had to save her from me, and maybe even from herself.
“Gabriel, it’s okay,” I insisted. “First off, this is all my fault. I didn’t realize what you thought we had agreed to. Second off, you are absolutely gorgeous. I can’t believe that a woman barely over half my age would flash me, much less proudly stand and show me a body as hot as yours.”
She took a deep breath and looked much less likely to cry. Her hands stayed on her belly.
“Flatterer,” she accused me with the hint of a smile. “How could you not know what I meant? Don’t you talk to your teammates?”
I let my eyes sweep down her body and I smiled at what I saw. “Only if I see them at the gym,” I answered.
“How did you guys beat us?” she asked as the smile slowly returned to her face. “My team talked every day. If not at the gym, then online. You have no idea what Juli did?”
Juli was the woman on my team that made the bet. I shook my head.
“She’s the one that started this,” she said. “She and Michael had been flirting for weeks. She says that her husband never goes down on her, and Michael claimed to be an expert. She made him give her three orgasms using only his tongue. She admitted that she ended up taking pity on him and they had sex.”
A touch of sadness shaded her eyes. “I don’t want pity sex,” she said.
I heard two things in her voice. First, I heard that she did, in fact, want to have sex. Second, I heard that she was nursing a bruised ego. I decided that I should help her with both.
“No pity sex,” I repeated as I walked over to her. “Will you settle for raw lust sex?” I asked.
I touched my hand on her crossed arms at her belly. She looked at me with eyes full of hope, and I slid my hand up the front of her body. She lifted her breasts to my touch, even though my fingers slid between them and up to her throat. I pushed her chin up and gently pressed my lips to hers.
Her eyes opened expectantly as I pulled back to gauge her reaction.
“And what did the others do?” I asked as I took her hands and pulled them to the bottom of my shirt.
Her beaming smile returned as she lifted my shirt over my head. She let me pull our bodies together for another kiss before she answered.
“Don’t get any ideas,” she teased as she kissed her way down to my belt. “Darren made Kathy give him a blowjob.”
She peeled my pants open and kissed my hard cock through my boxers. She pulled my pants and boxers down and off while I kicked off my shoes. She suggestively stroked my shaft and rubbed it against her face, but she did not let her lips touch it. She pushed me back to sit on the bed as she stood up.
“They are both married,” she continued, “and with some of the jealousy issues I have heard, I’m surprised that either one of them went through with it.”
She stood with the beaming smile as she hooked her pants with her thumbs and peeled them off. Either she hadn’t been wearing panties, or she caught them too. I let my eyes play lustfully up and down her body. She held a pose for a moment to enjoy my attention.
She pushed me back to lie down right on the edge of the bed. She put one knee next to my hip, and she leaned forward over my body with one leg raised. She teased the head of my cock into her wet folds.
“Mariam is crazy,” she said breathily as she teased herself. “She brought Tommy over here and made him jack off on her tits. Then she sucked him hard and made him do it again. She also made her husband watch the whole thing!”
She dropped her hips until they met mine, and neither of us could talk. My eyes and hands and lips made sure that she knew how enticing I found her to be.
“You assumed that I wanted something like this, and you made sure that I would want what you wanted?” I asked.
“This isn’t what you wanted?” she asked innocently.
“I am very much enjoying this, but so are you,” I pointed out. “My team won, so I expected to punish you. One hundred burpees would have been good punishment.”
“You could spank me,” she said breathily. “Spank me and make me cum!”
“Making you cum is not punishment!” I proclaimed.
When she asked for the spanking, her insides had exploded with heat. She also began to flutter inside and her outer lips gripped down on my shaft. I responded by thrusting harder and grabbing two big handfuls of her ass. She cried out as her orgasm hit her hard. I slowed down and held her close until her body relaxed on top of me.
After a moment, I started tracing circles on her skin. As her body started to react, I started rolling my hips again.
“You’ve been obsessing about this all weekend, haven’t you?” I accused with a smile.
“Longer than that,” she said dreamily, and then she stiffened up. She probably didn’t want to admit that.
She lifted her head and started kissing me, hoping to distract me. I met the increasing aggression of her kisses with stronger thrusts until we were both breathless.
“How long then?” I asked between breaths.
She blushed, and shook her head. I gave her a look. Her insides flushed warm again. The look persisted, and a shiver passed through her body before she answered. I was starting to get the feeling that she liked being told to do things.
“Remember the day you told that joke?” she panted.
One of the women in the class had made an off-color joke about men. I had teased back with a rude joke about women. I remember trying to watch Gabriel from the corner of my eye to be sure I hadn’t gone too far.
“Donna said she saw you watching to see how I responded to the joke. She told me that she had seen your swinger profile online, and she thought you were trying to figure out if you could hit on me.”
She saw me deny it with my eyes, and she smiled because she knew I was telling the truth.
“Curiosity made me look up your profile, and I saw that you and your wife have an open relationship. I started fantasizing about what that would be like. At the time, I was still with my ex, and he had been ignoring me for quite a while. I couldn’t even imagine talking to him about it. I started imagining what it would be like with you.”
“You know that’s naughty,” I suggested. “How naughty did you let yourself be?”
She blushed very red, and her internal temperature flared. I grabbed her ass cheeks again, but this time I pulled them down and made her stop thrusting onto me. Her body quivered on the edge of orgasm.
“Tell me,” I insisted. Her insides quivered harder, but she shook her head.
“Did you masturbate?” I guessed.
Her blush deepened even more, and she nodded. It almost sounded like she was having trouble breathing. I couldn’t tell if she was fighting to stop or make herself cum.
“More than once?” I persisted. I think she stopped breathing. She nodded.
“Tell me!” I insisted.
“Sometimes after class, I had to get off two or three times in my car just to make it home!” she said all in a rush. Then she cried out and started to cum.
“See how nice it can be to admit the truth,” I comforted her as I used my grip on her ass to start thrusting into her. She cried out as her orgasm intensified. After several more strokes, I let her collapse and breathe.
This time, I simply caressed up and down her back until her breathing returned to normal. I felt her insides flex as she took a measure of how hard I was inside her.
“How is reality holding up to your fantasy?” I asked softly. A wave of pleasure rolled through her body.
“You’re not saying I’m pretty often enough,” she replied. “I thought you would be more forceful.”
“I’ll work on the words,” I said. “I should think that my hands and the way we move together should tell you how desirable I think you are. My eyes have a lot to say about that as well. And I’m rather enjoying letting you set the pace for our pleasure. I’m still working on what your punishment for the bet should be.”
She had started moving against me again, rolling her hips and using her shoulders to steer my hands. At the mention of the pending punishment, her insides flushed with heat again.
“Stop doing that,” she said in a playful tone.
“Stop making your body get all aroused?” I teased back. Then in a stern voice, I added, “Tell me you don’t want a spanking. Tell me you don’t want me to tell you what to do. Tell me you don’t feel the heat and wetness pouring out of you when I talk to you like this! Tell me you don’t feel how you’re reacting and I swear I will pull out of you and make you taste your heat on my cock!”
“No!” she cried out as her body trembled against mine. We were barely moving together, and yet she was suddenly on the edge of cumming again.
“No?” I asked as I forced myself to maintain the slow pace.
“Please!” she begged. “I don’t like the taste of cock!”
Even as she begged, her inside temperature rose. It seemed to me she left the thought hanging as well.
“Did I almost hear an ‘although’?” I asked. She took a quick breath and tried to shake her head. Her eyes betrayed her.
“Say it,” I commanded. She frowned and shook her head, but her body continued to move on top of mine. I waited. She sighed.
“I hated the way my ex smelled,” she huffed. “It would make me gag to even get close to his crotch. You smelled like body wash and clean sweat. I’m still afraid to try.”
“I bet I don’t smell like that anymore,” I said playfully. “A certain gorgeous woman keeps squeezing her love juices all over me, so it probably tastes like her. Do you like the way you taste?”
She blushed but didn’t reply.
“Do you know what I think I should do?” I asked in a serious tone.
Her head popped up, and her eyes were round with fear. She started to shake her head. I started to nod.
“I think it’s time for me to show you how much I lust for your gorgeous body,” I said in a threatening monotone. “I’m going to grab hold of you and touch and taste every lustful bit that I can get my hands on, and I’m going to fuck you hard while you cum again and I’m going to fill your pussy so full you’ll feel my cum dripping out of you and before we’re even done cumming I’m gonna grab your hair like this and force you to go taste the heat of the mess we’re making.”
As I spoke, I started thrusting harder and harder. She shook her head harder, but her hips met my aggression with equally hard thrusts. When I spiked my fingers into her hair and grabbed a handful, she cried out in need. I used her hair to pull her head up and back so that I could sink my teeth into her neck, her collarbone, and her breast. My teeth closed on her nipple, and her body exploded.
With an evil chuckle, I exploded inside her, and she cried out again. We came hard together, and I could feel a potent mix of our juices running out of her as her body contracted on my still-hard cock.
My cock was still surging when she suddenly kicked her leg out and turned to kneel beside me. She twisted her head against the grip I still held in her hair.
“No, please!” she begged. It took me almost too long to realize what she wanted.
“Do it!” I commanded. “Taste what we have done!”
I twisted my grip and pushed. She cried out in anguish but yielded and let her face move towards my crotch.
“You know you’re going to love it,” I said harshly. “Taste it and tell me how pleased you are. Tell me how you love it.”
As I pushed, her nose and cheek hit a puddle of mixed juices. She cried out and tried to beg, but I pushed her face down.
“Do it!” I repeated.
With tears on her face, her tongue slid out into the mess. She cried out, and she tried to shake her hair free of my hand. I gripped tighter still and pushed again.
Her tongue came out wide and flat and she started eagerly licking. She pressed forward on her own, and she caught my cock with her lips and she sucked it in. Her tongue went crazy and suddenly she was licking and sucking everywhere. I had to use the grip in her hair to pull her back from over-stimulating my cock. She moaned her approval and kept going.
I watched in amazement as her hand shot to her crotch and collected all the wetness she could find there. As her hand raced back up to paint those juices on my growing cock, the other hand jumped down to take its place. She pulled hard against my grip, and I eased up on her hair. She eagerly took my cock deep into her throat and then she started cumming again.
My cock was too sensitive and I tried to pull her away. The tightened grip just made her orgasm intensify, and she forced her way back down onto my cock. I reluctantly let her have it as she rode down the waves of her orgasm.
She slowly collapsed as her orgasm drained her. She fell to her side with her head on my stomach and my cock still in her mouth. Her soft moans almost sounded like purring. She nearly whined as I rolled out from under her.
I gently pushed her onto her back and moved to kneel beside her. Her sleepy eyes were focused on my eyes as I started to caress and kiss up and down her body.
“I like what your eyes and lips are saying,” she said. I could hear her smile in her voice.
“I will still tell you out loud that you are a beautiful, beautiful woman,” I replied with just as much of a smile.
“Except for here,” she said a little sadly, and her hand slid to cover her stomach.
“Is that what my eyes tell you?” I teased. I pulled her hand out of the way as I kissed my way from her knee to her stomach to her breasts to her lips. She smiled and let me.
“When I say you are beautiful, I mean all of you,” I told her. I gave her another quick kiss and then looked her in the eye. I was about to say more when her cell phone started playing a tune.
“Already?” she cried as she jumped up to go silence it. She turned back to me, and her eyes made a lusty scan of my body. She seductively walked back and knelt in front of me. She gently stroked my cock as she looked up at me with that beaming smile.
“I promised Mariam we would clean things up and be out of here before she and her husband got home,” she explained. She pursed her lips and looked lustily at my cock. “Can there be a ‘next time’?” she asked. “Because next time, I want you to make me give you a proper blow job.” Her eyes panned back up to my face. “I want you to take my hair like that again, and tell me to suck your cock until you cum, and tell me to tell you how much I love doing it.”
“There’s going to be a ‘next time’,” I said with a smile. I caressed her cheek and then slid my fingers into her hair. As I grabbed a handful again, I said, “Tell me, did you like tasting our mess?”
A wave of desire shot through her body. “I want to taste that every ‘next time’!” she exclaimed.
A wave of desire shot through my body. I used her hair to pull her up for a kiss. I pulled her close as I stood up and I only released her hair to grab her ass with both hands. I lifted her and her legs moved up onto my hips.
“We don’t have time for this!” she cried as she pushed her hand between us to guide my cock back inside of her.
“You said we had time to clean up,” I teased as I managed to thrust up into her and carry her into the small attached bathroom. As I had hoped, there was a walk-in shower. There were also some towels stacked on a cabinet.
I balanced her ass on the cabinet as I reached in and turned on the water. The water was going to take a moment to warm up, so I turned my attention back to her. She smiled and shook her head and gave me a kiss that was hot enough to make the water boil.
At first, I left her on the edge of the cabinet as we fucked. It was banging against the wall and making a lot of noise. We both laughed at the cliché, and I lifted her again. If anything, that made her more excited and we came together very quickly.
Even though steam was starting to come from the shower, she gave me a smile as her feet slid to the floor. She let her legs buckle and she continued to slide down my body.
“Every next time,” she teased and then she started eagerly licking the mess from my cock. Just like the first time, she used her fingers to gather the wetness from her lower lips.
“Want to taste how good we are together?” she teased as she brought her fingers to her mouth.
“That’s for you to enjoy,” I suggested as I gently shook my head.
She turned on the beaming smile. I couldn’t believe how happy she was. She stood up to kiss me, and I was happy to share her mirth. Somehow, her dripping fingers shot in and out of my mouth just before her tongue did.
She tricked me again.
She leaned back and I could see the naughty shades of happiness in her beaming smile. I guess now I like sharing that with her. I also had a feeling she was going to enjoy whatever punishment I felt she deserved for making us happy, so it wasn’t going to be much of a punishment. As we hurried to rinse, dry and get dressed, I wasn’t entirely sure that had I collected on the bet, either.
I’ll have to see what how many burpees she does the next time.
