Erotic Story: You can do it

“Keep it up! Come on, you can do it. Three, two, one … You made it!” I release the tension in my legs and the machine automatically pushes them so far apart that I can practically feel the breeze of the aircon against my slightly sweaty thighs. But that’s not the only thing I feel; I also feel Dennis’ burning gaze upon me. As soon as I look at him, he shifts his eyes away, looking for the next machine on the work-out routine he’s put together for me. When I arrived, I felt a bit unsure; about several things, but mostly about my performance under the watchful eye of someone so at home in this world. For some reason, I wanted to impress him and I hated that. I had just managed to shake off those feelings when the receptionist suddenly showed up with my personal trainer. And fuck … Dennis ticked every singly box on my wish list; with his sharp jawline and his even sharper physique, full lips, bright blue eyes that seemed to look right through my sports top and, I’m pretty sure, also a very well-filled pair of boxers. From the very first moment our eyes met, I felt butterflies exploding in my stomach. Not to mention what happens in my body every time he smiles at me.  He’d introduced himself to me in a deep voice, one that only intensified all those feelings. When he asked what I wanted to achieve, all I could think was: getting into your bed… which I didn’t actually say out loud. Miraculously, I managed to pull myself together. I made a conscious effort to think about mundane, and above all, boring things. Like a dentist appointment, washing my car, or hanging the wash to dry. I had to think of something, because I couldn’t exercise on wobbly knees. And so far, that distraction has always worked. Until now. Now that I’m sitting opposite him with my legs spread wide. Despite the distance between me and his eyes, something flares up inside of me the moment his gaze shifts back to me. I feel almost naked, and, strangely enough, that’s very arousing. Dennis clears his throat. “The next machine is occupied.” “Oh.” “Yes, we could just …” I’m still sitting with my legs spread wide and I would really love to feel something between them. And with something, I actually mean him. I want to feel him between my legs. I really have to try my best to keep focused. Just as I’m wondering if it’s me, he suddenly says: “We could also sit down first to discuss your schedule for the coming weeks. And pick it up again later.” “Okay”, I reply, feeling somewhat disappointed.

I expected us to head over to a table in the middle of the gym, next to the large sports drinks vending machine. Instead, Dennis walks ahead of me towards a door marked ‘staff only’. A small changing room is behind it and without a second thought, I follow him through the door. The door clicks shut behind us and Dennis turns around. In his eyes, I see what seems to have been simmering between us all along. So, I was right after all, wasn’t I? I must be. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have taken me here. This isn’t a standard location to discuss which equipment you’ll use in the coming weeks. This doesn’t look like an area where all the members come. Dennis stays silent, doesn’t even say my name. He gently strokes my arm with his right hand to reach mine, and slowly guides it towards him until my fingertips graze his crotch, and through the thin fabric of his gym shorts, I feel that he’s not wearing boxers. What he is wearing, more than makes up for it. “This is what you do to me”, he says in a controlled voice. “Is that really because of me?” He guides my hand back again and, in response, the head of his cock flicks upward, as if nodding in agreement. I look at him and let my hand slide into my sports legging. Somewhere between my ears, I hear the rhythm of my heartbeat intensifying. My body feels warm and a part of me just can’t believe this is really happening. What Dennis brings out in me, isn’t something just anyone can do. He stimulates my provocative side and no words can describe how incredibly arousing this is. Deliberately, my hands slide beneath the waistband of my panties and further down, all the way to the warmest, wettest spot. I slip two fingers inside a little way, and bring them back up and out of my panties. They glisten with moisture and arousal. I hear a soft groan rising from the back of his throat and I can tell he’s doing his best to keep the sound under control. He grabs my hand, pulls it towards him and puts my wet fingers into his mouth. “Jesus”, he says. He lets go of my fingers, but grabs my hand again to smell them. Fuck, this is so hot. Before I know it, he has stripped off his shorts. Hard, taut, and glistening, he stands before me and I can’t take my eyes off him. “Can’t anyone walk in here?” I ask nervously, suddenly aware that we are in a communal staff room. He locks the door without answering, and leads me around a small corner to where the showers are. “Do you think I’m unprofessional now?” “Yes”, I tease. “Terribly.” “Do you mind? I didn’t misjudge the situation, did I?” “Absolutely not.” And with that approval, I finally get what I’ve been fantasizing about all these weeks. He follows the same path my hand just took, letting his fingers sink into my wetness. I moan with excitement and release.

“Do you like it?” he asks, groaning as he pulls my leggings further and further down. “From a professional standpoint, I don’t think this ass could get any better”, he jokes as he turns me around and faces me towards the wall. “But just to make sure, I’ll give it a test run.” I swallow with difficulty and intend to enjoy every single second. “Hold on to the bar.” I eagerly do what he says. He grips my hips with both hands, and instinctively, I push my ass back towards him. With controlled and steady movement, he slides inside me. A level of control he doesn’t seem able to keep up for long. Soon, he’s thrusting so hard against my butt that he can’t go any deeper. The sound of our bodies slamming blissfully against one another echoes through the hollow shower area. I am gripping the bar so tightly, my hands start to ache. The sounds coming out of his mouth, are just as good as the feel of him inside of me. I close my eyes and focus on my core. On the very spot he stimulates with every thrust. Somewhere deep inside, I feel the heat spreading through my body, and the way he’s thrusting tells me he’s going crazy just like me. He grips my hair with one hand, slightly pulling my head back as I climax, my body jerking to his movements. I struggle to get my breathing under control and feel my legs starting to tingle. “Keep it up. Come on, you can do it”, I joke as his rhythm slows a little. Dennis chuckles and smacks my ass as he climaxes with a curse… Of course he can do it.