It was a cold, still morning, the air was thick with fog, suffocating the pale sun, and giving everything a slightly dreamlike quality. I trudged through it, acutely aware of the layer of damp that now covered me, sucking away my warmth.
I finally arrived at the gym which, at this time, was all but deserted. A solitary man plodded along on a treadmill in the corner, his ample frame swaying lazily with each step. Aside from him I had the place to myself.
I began my usual routine with 20 minutes on the exercise bike, peddling more frantically than usual to try and restore some heat to my body, but I found myself increasingly preoccupied with the gym entrance.
I knew why of course, for the last four days the most perfect young woman had been coming at a similar time, she was likely more than 10 years my junior, and so far out of my league that it almost hurt to look at her. Despite this I still found myself wishing that she would appear once more, if only for the brief chance to catch a quick glimpse of her doing some stretches.
After 10 minutes I had all but given up hope, settling into the drudgery of indoor cycling, when suddenly she appeared in my peripheral vision strolling purposely towards the floor mats.
She was slim and blonde, conventionally attractive some might say, but not in that fake over made-up way, just naturally pretty, with a petite, perfectly proportioned frame. She appeared quite young, no more than 21 I would guess, but possessed a self assuredness in her stride that projected the air of a much older woman.She moved with purpose and grace, and while I’ve no doubt she knew how attractive she was, she somehow managed to avoid the air of arrogance that so often accompanies this.
We caught eyes for a moment, and I realised that I had just watched her walk the entire length of the room. I looked away sheepishly, praying that she hadn’t noticed, but acutely aware that this wasn’t the first time she had caught me looking at her.
I cursed under my breath and for the next 15 minutes made a conscious effort to look anywhere but in her direction. I switched to the treadmill, and managed to get 5 minutes through before a brief lapse in judgement led me to catching an eyeful or her doing hip thrusts. I nearly fell off the machine. After a short stint on the rowing machine I decided to call it a day, worried I might come across as a creep if she caught me looking her way yet again.
I headed for the changing rooms, but quickly became aware of a set of footsteps approaching from behind.
“Excuse me.” came a voice, I knew right away it was her, soft and sweet, yet at the same authoritative and confident. She sounded exactly the way she looked. I swivelled around, trying to appear nonchalant. She had beautiful blue eyes that glistened in the dim light of the corridor, I got lost in them for a moment, and the ensuing silence lasted a little longer than was comfortable.
“Hi.” I stammered in response, fully conscious of the fact that at 32 I was almost certainly her elder, and yet was for some reason acting with all the charm and grace of a teenager with an anxiety condition.
“Can we have a quick word.” She asked, her words weren’t harsh, but they were matter of fact.
“Sure.” I said, trying a smile. It was not reciprocated.
“I’ve been here a few times now, and I’ve noticed on more than one occasion that you have been staring at me”.
Fuck.
My smile disappeared, and I knew for a fact my face had turned bright red.
“I’m so sorry…” was all I could manage in reply, “….it, it really wasn’t deliberate, it’s just…” she cut me off with a raised hand..
“If I let you see me, will you promise not to stare again?” she said.
I paused for a second, trying to process what I had just heard, but in the end decided I must have missed something.
“Sorry?” I said, hoping for an explanation.
“If I let you see me,” she repeated slowly “will you promise not to stare again?”
“What do you mean by ‘see you’?” I asked, now genuinely confused.
“I will let you see anything you want, right here, right now, but you have to promise you will not ever stare at me again in future”.
At this point my brain all but shutdown, was she genuinely offering to let me see her naked? What was she doing to do? Strip in the corridor? I found myself staring blankly at her, unsure of whether I was actually awake or if this might be some kind of practical joke.
“Well?” she asked.
“Yes.” Was all I could muster in response.
“You need to promise.” She said,
“Right. Urrrmmm, I promise. I promise I will not stare at you in the gym again”. The words fell out of my mouth with clumsy insincerity, like a child promising not to go near the cookie jar again.
She didn’t respond with words, but simply took my hand and led me towards the female changing rooms. Her hand was delicate and slender, the feel of her soft smooth skin against mine was electrifying. We stopped outside and she told me to wait. My anxiety was beginning to give way to a raw excitement that I hadn’t felt in years, there wasn’t anything she could have requested that I wouldn’t have accented to a this point.
She disappeared inside momentarily, only to emerge again and pull me into a deserted room. At the far end were a number of self-contained shower cubicles with changing areas. She silently led me inside one, closed the door, and turned to face me.
“I want you to look at my body” she said, with the same matter of fact tone with which she had addressed me before. “Don’t be shy, just look, ok?”. I nodded slowly then directed my gaze towards her running shoes, working my way up her ankles, and the start of a pair of tight leggings which clung tightly to a pair of perfect slender legs. My eyes continued their journey, enjoying the sight of her small but firm thighs. I didn’t dare look at the area between them, and my eyes darted back to her sheepishly.
She had obviously understood my concern, and with gaze fixed on mine she said “Just look, ok? In here you can look at anything you want. Just remember your promise”. My heart skipped a beat as I considered the implications, and then my eyes moved back to space between her thighs. The tight leggings moulded perfectly around the cleft of her pussy, and I must have stared for at least 30 seconds, taking it all in, before I continued upwards enjoying the flat tanned stomach that her crop top showed off.
My eyes reached her breasts, not huge, but on her 5’2” frame c-cups were more than big enough. They were round, pert, and looked incredibly firm. I could see the outline of a pair of nipples, suggesting she wasn’t wearing a bra. I’d never been close enough to appreciate them before, but now I was practically drooling at the idea of seeing them.
Our eyes finally met again, and I spent a moment taking in her beauty, a cute mole on her left cheek was the only blemish on her lightly tanned skin, and an enormous pair of piercing blue eyes were perfectly framed by blond curls that cascaded down her face.
“What do you want to see?” She asked. I couldn’t believe what she was saying, and barely knew what to respond. Without thinking I blurted out, “everything.” It summed up what I was thinking whilst also leaving enough room for interpretation that she wouldn’t accuse me of being a pervert and storm out.
Without a word, she turned around and pulled her top up and over her head. I admired her toned but feminine body, soft golden skin, and the beautiful curve of her lower back. I could feel myself growing hard already. Back turned to me, the most beautiful woman I had ever seen began to push down her leggings, revealing a tiny thong, and a perfect, tight little ass. Shapely and firm, all I could think about was what it would feel like to reach out and touch it, grab it, kiss it.
She turned around, hands holding a pair of impossibly pert tits, then very slowly let her arms drop to her sides, giving me a full view of her puffy pink nipples. Even as a teenager I’d never seen tits like this, all I could think about was burying my head in them. Two perfectly formed orbs, without a hint of droop to them, naturally firm and perfectly tanned.
She hadn’t finished yet, and with a cheeky smile slipped both thumbs into the sides of her thong and pushed it down at a snail’s pace. Miillimetre by millimetre,it crept lower. Not a single hair appeared, nor the hint of a tan line, just a smooth, sunkissed pussy. Two pursed lips marked her entrance, flush against slender thighs. I couldn’t tear my eyes away. Could I see a hint of moisture between her legs?
“You like?” she asked, knowing full well what my response would be. I nodded my head eagerly, without changing my focus.
“Have I made you hard?,”
“Yes.” came my timid response.
“Prove it..” she responded.
She spoke the words with such authority that I was pushing down my shorts before I knew it, my boxers did little to contain my throbbing erection.
“Keep going.” she commanded, obviously keen to see the effect she had had on me.
My heart jumped at the thought of exposing myself to her, and I pushed my boxers down to meet my shorts, momentarily struggling to get them over one of the most powerful erections I had ever had.
I’ve not got a huge cock, just over six inches hard, perhaps a little girthier than average, but today it was harder than steel, jutting out in front of me proudly. She stared at it in the same hungry manner with which I had been staring at her pussy.
“Wow,” she said, eyes fixed squarely on my cock, “I really have turned you on haven’t I? Lets see if it gets any harder” she gave me a wink,turned around then, leaning forward, pulled her asscheeks apart, giving me an unobstructed view of her most intimate area. Her tiny, puckered asshole, her pink pussy lips, now undeniably wet from excitement, framing a tight little hole that I wanted more than ever to be inside.
“You can get closer if you want.” she said the words as if it was an inconvenience that she could bear, but there was a certain impatience to them that exposed her real desire. I didn’t hesitate to acquiesce, kneeling down and placing my face as close as I could to her womanhood as I could.
I could practically taste her at this distance, the subtle scent of her perfume, mixed with the musk of her soaking wet pussy were intoxicating.Without thinking I stuck my tongue out and ran it the length of her vagina.
Rather than shying away she leaned into it, spreading her ass cheeks further to give me unfettered access to her nether regions. My tongue worked its way into her hole, and to my surprise I heard a soft moan escape her lips. As I probed deeper inside her moans grew louder and her hips began bucking against me.
I placed my hands on her peach of an ass, spread her as wide as I could. She in turn placed her own hands against the wall to better steady herself against my hungry onslaught. Before I knew it my tongue had worked it’s way up to her tiny pink asshole. I’d never licked a woman there before, and the reaction I got was incredible, a high pitched shriek of joy followed by her body quivering.
Whilst my tongue did its best to make its way into her tiny puckered asshole, my right hand made its way up her smooth, firm inner thigh, my index finger worked its way over her outer lips and found her clit, resulting in a renewed moan of encouragement. I pushed my middle finger inside her first, and it slid in with ease, despite the incredible tightness of her young pussy.
“Oh yes,” she murmured, before making the pronouncement every man wishes to hear,
“I want you to fuck me.” she said..
“Are you sure?”, I asked nervously. I had to be certain my lust wasn’t playing tricks on me.
“Yes.” she replied, with quiet desperation. “Fuck me now, fuck me bareback.I don’t care if you cum in me, I don’t care if you cum early, I just want your cock in me now.”
I should have asked for a condom, or at least checked she was using contraception, but at this point none of the decision making was being done by my head.
I threw off the last of my clothes, keen to ensure there was nothing that would get in the way of this perfect moment. I looked down at my fingers, now glistening with her wetness. I wanted to experience every part of this woman, enjoy every sensation, so without hesitation I sucked my fingers dry, tasting her most private area. I felt a huge surge of adrenaline as, with the taste of her still on my lips, I lined my solid erection up with her entrance.
She was so wet that I had no trouble pushing the head of my cock inside her, yet at the same time so tight that I could feel every millimetre of the end of my cock being squeezed. She let out another quiet moan as I began to penetrate her.
I went at a snail’s pace, easing myself into her inch by inch, in part to savour every moment inside this young woman, and in part to stop myself from immediately blowing my load inside her.
Her body tensed as I got deeper, and she began to murmur under her breath, ‘oh yes. Oh God. Keep going!’ The words trickled out of her mouth and as I pushed the last of my steel like erection inside her. The hands that she had previously placed flat against the wall to steady her turned into fists, and she began to buck against my cock.
I looked down to see my cock moving enveloped by this young Woman’s bald pussy, now stretched wide to accomodate me, I listened as her heavy breathing turned into impatient moans, and basked in the scent of her arousal that filled the room. I decided I no longer wanted to be passive, I wanted to enjoy her as much as she was enjoying me, this might never happen again, and the animal instict in me took over, take her it said, enjoy her it shouted.
Grabbing her hips I thrust myself inside her hard,
“Yes!” she screamed.
I pulled out slowly, only to trust again, this time even harder. Relishing the feeling of being fully inside her. My efforts were greeted by a wordless moan of pleasure. One more hard thrust to really let her feel the whole length of me before, with animal lust, I started pounding my cock into her, again and again, savouring the view of her slim, lithe body bent over infront of me.
Her moans matched the pace of my thrusts, growing louder and more urgent.
“Oh fuck!” She exclaimed.
“Don’t stop! Don’t you dare fucking stop!” A runaway freight train couldn’t have stopped me at this point, I was fucking her like my life depended on it.
“Oh shit, you are going to make me cum!” she shouted, “I want you to cum in me, please cum in my pussy!”
I didn’t need any further instruction, as I felt her pussy tighten around my cock I simultaneously felt the unstoppable build up of my own orgasm.
I’m not normally loud in bed, but there was no way I could contain myself. In unison the two of us began let out an animalistic cry, “Urrrrrgghhhhh” I heard myself shout as I began to ejaculate into her. Again and again I came, sending ream after ream of my cum into her little snatch. It felt like it wouldn’t ever stop, I felt at least five separate spurts, I hadn’t even cum like this as a teenager.
When finally I pulled out a stream of thick cum followed, enough that it began running down her leg.
She turned around to me, once again revealing her body in all its glory and, placing one foot on the bench next to me, spread her pussy lips with one hand, letting me watch as my cum dripped out of her hairless slit. I recorded a mental image of this beautiful young woman with my cum running out of her. I knew I would probably never see anything like it again.
“That was fun,” she said with a smile and a wink, making no effort to shield her body from my prying eyes.
“Now don’t you forget our promise”.