Easy As One, Two, Three - an extract

Back in the changing room and God J's chest and arms hurtfrom that last machine!

She stripped, wrapped a towel around herself and took her washbag to theshower.

[image error] Hot water was good, and she stood there for a couple of minutes letting itwash over her. Eyes closed, she remembered his smile, and the way his t-shirtclung to his wiry, fit body.

She took a handful of shower creme and started to rub it over herself,lingering on her breasts. Her nipples were hard and she dragged her fingernails around them, then flicked them with her thumbs. Once, twice... over andover.

She wondered what he was like naked. Neil. His thin, hard body, tightlypacked with muscle. Hairy? Maybe just a few wisps of short hair down the centreof his chest and around the nipples, a thin tangle spreading down from hisbelly button.

One thumb still flicking a nipple, she ran her other hand down over herbelly, found her narrow strip of hair, felt the soft warmth. She pressed herfingers against herself, a steady pressure on her clit, her middle fingerresting gently between her lips.

What was his cock like, she wondered? Long? Broad? How would it feel in herhand? How would he taste?

She started to move her hand against her pussy, grinding her clit with thebase of her thumb while her fingers played with her lips, squeezing and pullingand occasionally dipping inside. God she was wet!

Maybe she would book a fitness assessment with him. That way she'd get awhole half hour of his undivided attention. The gym had assessment rooms justoff the main gym area where an instructor would weigh you, measure your bodyfat, your flexibility, your strength.

She would let him work her hard, do her best to please him.

And then she would ask him if there were any other tests. Anything else theycould measure.

He'd falter, look away, then back again, and there would be a spark of funin his eyes, a glint of mischief. "What kind of thing did you have inmind?" he would ask.

"Well," she'd say, leaning forward so that he couldn't help butstare down her cleavage. "I've been told that I have a suck like a thirstycamel. Can you measure that?"

He'd be taken aback. He'd lean away from her in his chair and laugh and fora moment she would be tempted to pass it off as a joke, but then she would seethe outline of his hard cock pressing against his tracksuit.

"I don't know," he would say. "I don't know how we couldmeasure that."

"I could demonstrate?" she would say, not letting him look away.

She would drop to her knees, run her fingers up his hard thighs, handsclawed, nails raking. She would find his stiff cock and trace its impressivelength with one fingernail.

Dipping her head, she would take the end of his cock through the thin fabricof his tracksuit trousers and press with her lips and tongue and then she wouldwork along its shaft.

His hands in her hair would surprise her and she would think he was tryingto stop her, trying to lift her head, but when she looked up at him she couldsee the urgency in his eyes.

She would hook her fingers into the waistband of his trousers and he wouldraise himself so that she could ease them down. His erection would be strainingagainst his small black shorts and she would pull them down, eager to get athim in the flesh.

Released, his cock would jerk upwards to lie hard against his belly, longand broad and so damned hard!

She would take it in her hands and hold it there while she licked at hisballs, and then slowly she would work her way along the shaft, lingering andnibbling and teasing. At its head, she would press her tongue against theunderside of his glans, the most sensitive part, and slowly start to rock herhead.

She'd be almost as desperate as him by then and she would raise her head andthen descend on his cock, feel it sliding deep into her mouth, filling her. Shewould take as much of it into her mouth as she could and then rise, squeezinghim in her mouth, dragging his aching cock through her wetness.

And... oh... she felt it building deep inside, felt the sudden rush of heatand pressure, the tightening as she rubbed at her pussy and flicked at a nippleand she was coming, hot and hard and wet in the shower, her mind full of Neiland his hard body and his cock buried deep in her mouth. Her knees nearly gaveway, it was so intense, and she had to lean against the wall of the cubicle,gathering herself, getting her breath back, getting her grip.

*
When J emerged from the shower cubicle, towel wrapped aroundher and her washbag clutched to her chest, gym bunny was there. Melissa.
She was wrapped in a towel too, her shoulders and arms glistening with waterdroplets, her short blonde hair slicked down to her head. J met her look, thenturned away, embarrassed, desperately wondering how much noise she might havemade, playing and coming so hard like that.

Would the sound of running water have drowned her out?

Did it even matter?

She glanced back up, smiled, nodded and headed back to her locker. Let gymbunny think what the hell she wanted. But God she felt better for that.

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