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Danny They say a change is as good as a rest, but I’m not sure how appropriate that is, when it comes to the gym. Until the other day, I had never missed my twice weekly sessions. Keeping fit is a way of life for me and I like to do plenty of cardio, mixing it up with a few weights. So when I had to switch to a Tuesday, owing to an emergency plumbing job, I was a bit miffed. I’m a stickler for routine and this had put me out of step. Being blonde and naturally curvy, I tend to make an impression with the guys, although it’s like water off a duck’s back to me. I do appreciate a nicely toned set of pecs and abs, but I’m more inclined to be on the look out for my own sex. To be perfectly honest, there wasn’t a lot in that direction on my nights. If there’s any other fit gym bunnies, I’m the first to have a little perv, but it’s been slim picking for a while. I entered the gym to the usual bump of metal, as heavy weights clanged and testosterone pumped guys heaved and groaned with their exertion. I headed for the cross trainer, ignoring a few sexist mutterings and my attention was immediately caught by a gorgeous vision of brunette and lycra, who was running on the treadmill. Her long dark hair was done in a pony tail, and was bobbing in time to the pounding of her feet. She was slim but not too slim, with a lovely bum in shiny, calf-length pants and a crop top that showed off a cute little sparkler in her tummy button. As I climbed onto the cross trainer she looked in my direction and well – she checked me out. It wasn’t the once over I had given her, but she definitely had a little look. What can I say, she had a face to go with her body; so sexy with beautiful brown eyes and a kind of serious expression. I began my work out, but couldn’t resist the occasional glance in her direction, mainly to look at that delicious bum, as she clocked up the miles. It was the first proper distraction I had had in the gym for a good many weeks. I had split up from my ex for a few months now and as a result I was as horny as hell but had kept things in check thus far… a girl and her toys and all that. Having the real thing would be very nice, but I was generally enjoying life. I was in full flow, as the brunette began to ease off and turn down the speed on her tread mill. I was working my machine somewhat half-heartedly, as I was more interested in what she was going to do next. I hoped beyond hope that she hadn’t finished her session, as I mustered the courage to put myself in her way. I pumped my arms and legs, my heart beating for all the wrong reasons. My heart skipped a beat as she walked past my cross trainer and hit a glance straight at me. I didn’t smile as such, but half turned up the corner of my mouth in acknowledgement. My eyes followed her across the gym, as she took a break at the water fountain. ‘Will she or won’t she?’ I thought, as she chucked the plastic cup in the waste bin. To my relief, rather than continuing to the exit, she wandered back to the middle of the gym and picked up a couple of weights and began to do a few squats. Seeing my chance, I slipped away from the cross-trainer equipment and walked towards her, just as she was re-stowing the weights. She turned round and gave me an undisguised look of surprise. I had inadvertently sneaked up on her, and she gave a little gasp, as she obviously hadn’t expected me to appear so suddenly. I was rather close, to the point where one might describe as ‘invading her space.’ Still, it was worth it. Oh she was sexy! Her eyes were like the richest carnelians, her lips a beautiful shape and so kissable. Following our slightly clunky ‘introduction’ we turned to the weights rack and both went for a six kilo dumbbell. “Ummm… I was going to train with that one,” she said, indignantly. “Oh. Well, so was I,” I replied, not sure what I was meant to say. “Well, one’s no good,” she added. “Well, I’ll take that one and you can have those,” I said, grabbing her dumbbell and nodding towards the four kilo weights. “Well! You cheeky…!” “Like you said, one’s no good.” Well, if looks could killl! She stormed off to the exercise bike, where she pedalled like fury. “Ooops!” I said to myself, as I did a few gentle biceps rolls. Sadly, we avoided each other after that, and I realize I had made a proper mess of everything. I just hoped I would be forgiven. Katie There are many things I can do well on my own and since Helen and I had broken up six weeks ago I’d become an expert at them all. My beaded dildo had been employed more often than I could remember and the tips of my fingers were almost raw as I’d struggled to satisfy the overwhelming appetite to have something rubbing over all my sweet spots. The one thing Helen and I used to do together that didn’t involve fingers and tongues that I couldn’t do on my own was badminton. I hated the effort of keeping fit, but badminton was fun, especially with Helen. We’d always had fabulous and very sweaty workouts both during the game and afterwards, when we got home. While late night masturbation had its place, exercising something other than my fingers and imagination was still important to me, so for the last six weeks Tuesday night had become gym night. While it wasn’t quite the same as a game of badminton with Helen, twenty minutes on the treadmill and a few weights with a blast of Katy Perry on my iPod to keep me company was a passable substitute. I was normally in my own little zone, oblivious to the wannabe beef cakes showing off around me. Maybe there were a few too many bashes of metal and grunts from the guys as they tried to out do each other lifting weights, but for some reason I had trouble concentrating that night. The final straw in shifting my attention from the treadmill was the subtle wolf whistle I heard from one the of guys in the quiet spot just after Katy Perry had finished Teenage Dream and was about to launch into Last Friday Night. I glanced to my left and couldn’t believe what I saw stood on the cross trainer. Stunning would have been an under statement to describe her. She had smooth and silky blonde hair that fell just longer than her shoulders and a perfect hour glass figure with curves in all the right places. Her skin was flawless, like honey coloured silk draped over glass. If I thought my crop top and lycra shorts were functional wear for the gym, then the blonde had taken sexy gym wear to ridiculous lengths. Her pale blue and skimpy gym bra barely contained her ample breasts. As she started to swing Escort Çukurambar back and forth on the cross trainer, it was clear she was also determined to give generous glimpses of her shapely bum. Her almost non-existent gym shorts rode higher and higher up her thighs until the bottom curves of her cheeks were flashing provocatively round the gym. She was obviously very happy to flaunt her perfect body to anyone that fancied a look, and I definitely fancied a look. There was a very sexy confidence in how she carried herself and there was no denying the fact that she was gorgeous. There was also no denying the fact she knew it too. Everything about her was telling the world, ‘Look at me. I’m beautiful and I know it.’ I hated her already! Despite thinking she was way too into herself in the way she flaunted herself, I was already hooked on looking at her and wanted to see more. I fancied having something to remember for my inevitable bedtime masturbation session, so I slowed the treadmill down and went to get a drink of water from the fountain by the exit. I smiled a nervously at her as I walked past as she swung quickly back and forth on the cross trainer. Rather than smile back, she gave a sort of odd curl of her top lip which only confirmed my suspicion about her arrogance. I’m quite sure she thought I was beneath her. I did a few squats on the mats by the dumbbell rack to loosen myself before doing some weight work. When I twisted round to have another sneaky peek at the cross trainer, I couldn’t believe what had happened. She’d moved and was now stood right in front of me, so close in fact that my breasts brushed hers as I turned. I sighed a little, both in surprise and at the fleeting touch of her breasts against mine. The sexy feel to the sigh didn’t last more than a second. If more or less taking my spot on the mat wasn’t enough for her, I was staggered at what she did next. I picked up a dumbbell to do some wrist curls and was about to reach for its pair when, before I knew it she had it in her hand. “I was going to train with that one,” I huffed, barely able to believe her cheek in deliberately taking the other half of my set. “So was I,” she replied, staring straight at me. It was obvious she always got what she wanted and wasn’t going to back down easily. “One is no good to me. Are you going to give me that or not?” I demanded. “I’ll take that one then,” she said, snatching the dumbbell from my hand. “You can have those,” she added, nodding towards a smaller set of dumbbells still sat on the rack. I was staggered at the brazen nerve she’d just displayed. ‘The cheek of it,’ I thought. “If I’d have wanted those ones I’d have picked them up!” I said, struggling to keep my temper in check. “Well, like you said, one’s no good.” She may have been gorgeous but her attitude stank. I stared hard at her, before turning my back and stomping off to find solace on one of the exercise bikes. As I pedalled in fury I couldn’t help but start to feel a little turned on by the encounter. Despite hating everything about the blonde, I fancied her like crazy. Danny The encounter with the sexy brunette had left its impressions. I couldn’t stop thinking about her gorgeous brown eyes and her mouth-watering figure on the drive home. It was with extra urgency that I fired up my vibrator that night and gave myself a particularly yummy orgasm. Our moment in the gym had fuelled my imagination. I allowed my mind to wander, the confines of reality making way for a fantasy, where a hot sprinkling shower and a shared bar of soap sent tingles of pleasure through my pussy. Satisfied and sleepy, I floated on clouds of candy floss until I eventually lost the battle with consciousness. I had been quite precious about my regularity at the gym, but clearly that all had to change. It can’t have been a coincidence that the inflexibility of my routine had hitherto kept me and sexy girl apart. I figured she had to be a three nights a week girl and I was keen to make amends for my behaviour from the first time. In some respects, our encounter added extra verve to the situation, but I wanted to test the water. I just prayed that she fancied me as much as I did her. Gambling that she would be in the gym on the Wednesday I headed there, with my kit, straight from work. I was a touch earlier than the previous night, even so my heart sank when I arrived, only to find the fitness suite full of guys. Decidedly crest-fallen, I headed for the exercise bike and had begun a distinctly half-hearted session of pedalling. After ten minutes, I looked down to fiddle with the resistance controls, resigned to the fact that she wasn’t going to turn up. As I began to pump my knees with greater effort, I saw the door to the gym open, followed by the unmistakeable figure of the beautiful brunette. Her hair flowed like a cascade of molasses and her figure was perfect; a divine balance of peachy bum, slim waist and a pert bust. Heading for one of the benches, she kept her gaze straight ahead, but then as if with a jab of curiosity, turned her head and looked at me. Her lovely face was inscrutable and left me knotted in the stomach. She fiddled inside a little pocket in her top and gathered her hair into a pony tail before beginning her warm up. As I moved to the cross trainer, the object of my desires lay on a big squashy exercise ball and commenced a set of crunches. Walking across the gym, I paused to fiddle with the pec deck and nonchalantly looked down between her legs. I was hit by a thrill of lust as I studied the outline of her sex. Each time her elbows came up, it made her bum slide momentarily against the ball and in turn made her groin thrust towards me. I licked my lips, my brain mesmerised by the heavenly vision and a multitude of erotic thoughts. I sat astride the pec deck and did a few reps. Not that I needed to or desired to improve my pecs, but it simply afforded the best view. At last she sat up and I realized how obvious it must have looked, conveniently perched there like that. Never the less, she gave me the briefest glance and headed towards the water fountain. My tummy was like a barrel of butterflies as I skipped off the equipment and picked up my drink bottle. I saw my chance to pass the time of day and hopefully repair the damage from the first time. She was on her second cup of water when I arrived. Unscrewing the cap on my bottle of juice, I diluted the solution and replaced the cap and demetevler escort built in straw. “Hi!” I said. “Oh hi,” she replied. “Not so busy tonight.” “Hmmm.. so Mondays and Wednesdays your nights then.” As she was about to speak, I lifted the drink to my lips and gave the bottle a squeeze. Somehow, in a total absence of coordination, I missed the straw entirely, but proceeded to squirt a good measure of sticky juice all over the brunette. “Oh!” she exclaimed. “Oooh! I’m so sorry!” “Stupid…” “Oh dear, let me…” I offered, taking a cup of water and spilling that in her general direction, too. “What are you doing! Just leave me alone!” “Sorry!” The few remaining gym users looked round, wondering at the cause of the commotion. Seriously, even if I had sat down with a pen and paper, I couldn’t have planned a more comprehensive fuck up of my attempt at a reconciliation. I chucked my bottle in the bin and headed as far away from as her as I could – feeling embarrassed, humiliated and like a complete numpty. I was close to tears and wanted to take it out on the gym. Stupidly, I sat on the bench and contemplated the bar, which had what looked like reasonably manageable weights at each end. This based on nothing at all, given that I had never even considered using one before. The second I moved the bar, I realised I was in trouble. I had badly misjudged the weight and it took a supreme effort to steady the bar, but there was no way I was getting it back up. I was effectively trapped. “Ummm… help!” I realised it had gone rather quiet and the only noise was coming from the exercise bike. I made a vain attempt to shift the bar, but there was no chance… I made another plea for help, but louder. Katie I’d never gone to the gym twice a week but felt compelled to return the following night. Despite the fact I hated her, I couldn’t get the blonde out of my mind and I needed to see her again, if only to refresh the memory I had of her irresistibly provocative body. I’d stayed awake pleasuring myself well into the small hours of the morning, imagining over and over her rubbing and pushing those perfect breasts up and down my body. The fantasy always ended with her knees straddling my face, while I gazed up at her perfect curves and willed her to lower her sex onto my waiting tongue. I had no idea if she was going to be at the gym again, but when I arrived my luck was in. I felt butterflies well up inside me and my chest flush with anticipation the moment I saw her pedalling away on her own in the corner. Not far from where she was exercising there was a large squishy exercise ball. I suddenly felt incredibly brazen. I shamelessly pulled my pants a little higher over my hips so my pussy was tight against the material, then sat on the ball and began rolling back and forth with my legs spread out in front of me. I closed my eyes as I rocked, indulging myself in the naughtiest of fantasies. This time I was naked on the ball and every time I thrust myself towards her, the blonde’s silky blonde hair teasingly tickled my inner thighs. With every rock, I pushed myself a little nearer her until the tip of her eager tongue tantalisingly flicked over my puffy lips. The next rock went further, this time allowing her to briefly taste me, then further again so she had a sneaky moment to explore my wet folds. When I opened my eyes again I was pleased to see she had moved to a spot directly in front of me by the pec deck and was staring intently down between my legs as I exercised. I gave one last slow and deep thrust on the ball, hoping she enjoyed the finale to my little show, before getting myself a drink of water. I was even more pleased when the blonde followed me and struck up a friendly conversation while she filled her juice bottle up. ‘Maybe she isn’t so bad after all?’ I thought to myself. That thought changed in an instant after she proceeded to splurge her drink down my front and then throw some water at me in a ridiculous attempt to clean up the wet and sticky result of her clumsiness. “Just go away,” I shouted, before turning round and storming off to get a fresh top from my bag. As I fiddled with the zip, I decided to call it a night, because even if I changed my top I knew my bra was still going to be soaked. Even though I’d told her to go away and was preparing to leave the gym myself, deep down I knew it was very much the last thing I wanted to do. I’m sure spilling her drink was an accident, but at that moment I was too proud to turn round and apologise for shouting at her. I was just about to leave when I heard a strangled yelp from the other side of the now empty gym I don’t quite know what possessed her to do it, but the blonde had tried to bench press a ridiculously heavy looking set of weights. It was obvious she’d totally failed as her elbows were fully bent under the weight of the bar which was now pushing hard against her throat. I quickly dropped my bag and dashed over to help her as she looked to be in real difficulty. I tried to lift one of the weights at the end of the bar in an attempt to flip it off to her side, but it was just too heavy. The only way it was going to be shifted was for me to stand directly above the centre of the bar and use both hands to lift it straight upwards. I hoped that if I could shift it just an inch or two, the blonde would get enough purchase on the bar from below to push it off. Putting one leg either side of the bench, I straddled her head and pulled the bar upwards as hard as I could. Despite the seriousness of the situation, when I looked down at her firm and sexy body spread out beneath me, I couldn’t help but imagine her naked with me kissing, caressing and exploring up and down. As I strained to lift the bar, I also knew my pussy and ass were more or less spread just above her face. How I wished I was naked and the blonde’s tongue was sliding in and out of all my secret places as I rode her face until she brought me to the sweetest of orgasms. With me pulling as hard as I could and the blonde pushing upwards in a similar fashion, we managed to get her slowly but surely out of danger. Despite the drama, delicious tingles of arousal had coursed through my body in the knowledge that my pussy had kissed her face through the material of my pants as I’d bent my knees while straining to lift the weight. “Are you okay?” I panted once the bar was safely placed back in its cradle. “Thanks to you, yes,” she spluttered, still dikmen escort bayan gasping a little from where the bar had pushed against her throat. “I’m sorry I shouted at you a minute ago. I know that was an accident. It just took me by surprise, that’s all.” “I was clumsy. I’m sorry too for making you a mess.” “Sounds like we’re even then,” I smiled. “So… can I buy you a drink to make amends. Yours is… um… sort of empty now, ” I added, indicating my top which was now plastered to my breasts and completely see through. “I’d like that. And I hope you don’t mind me saying so, but you look kind of nice with a wet top,” she replied, returning my smile and blushing a little at the compliment she’d just given me. “I’m all yours then,” she added, giving me a very subtle wink out of the corner of one of her gorgeous blue eyes. Danny It was not the wisest move I had ever made. I had no desire to bench press, nor had I any experience or training with that particular piece of equipment. Goodness knows where my brain was, but maybe it was fate’s way of making amends. One way or another, I had messed up my first two encounters with the cutest girl to grace the gym since I had begun working out there. So, there I was pinned helplessly to the bench with the bar pressing dangerously against my neck, as I struggled frantically to bear the weight, lest it crushed me. Within a few seconds of my calling for help, the brunette herself was on the scene, and desperately attempted to free me from my predicament. Our combined force was just enough to lift the bar out of harms way and get it back on the little rests. As the bar clanged into place, my relief was mixed with a touch of lust as I lay on the bench and realized I had a very nice view indeed. In coming to my assistance, she had had to straddle my face and I was now staring right up at her garden of delights. It was not a view one often had and after she had steadied herself, I was afforded what seemed like a heavenly few seconds of wanton gazing at the intimacy of her yoga pants. Eventually I got up and I thanked her profusely, apologizing for the accident with the drink and she apologized for snapping at me, and we agreed we were now even. The results of the incident with the juice were only two obvious, as her top was wet and clinging delightfully to her breasts. I was praying that she would make a move, as I could sense a spark had developed and if she didn’t it would be down to me. As I was compiling the right line in my head she suggested that she buy me a drink, adding that my drink was now empty. “I’d like that. And I hope you don’t mind me saying so, but you look kind of nice with a wet top,” I said, flirtatiously. She glowed and gave me the warmest smile. “I’m Danielle, by the way. I guess we should be on first names basis, seeing as you saved my life and everything.” “Ah, that’s true! I’m Katie,” she said. “You can tell me all about yourself over that drink.” “It’s deal!” We headed into the changing rooms and I have to admit that I was secretly nervous and excited about seeing her undress for her shower and also what she would think, seeing me. As it happened we didn’t get the chance. There was black and yellow tape across the entrance to the showers and a little sign, saying ‘Sorry out of order.’ “Oh, I didn’t see that before!” “It was there,” said Katie. “Oh. Must have had my mind on other things,” I said, flashing my gaze down to her top and back to her eyes.” She looked at me a little bashfully and pulled on her jeans and top. We headed to the small, dimly lit bar, where a few five a side footballers were talking men’s talk in the corner and a couple of girls with racquets were in deep conversation by the slot machine, which would whir into life with a little jingle now and then. Katie got me a fresh orange juice in a tall glass and ordered herself a pineapple. We sat side by side on the two comfiest-looking leather chairs. “So, you first. What’s your day job?” asked Katie. “I’m a designer for a delicatessen. It’s like a specialist caterer. We do canapes for weddings and corporate promotions. How about you?” “I work for the police. As a civilian. It’s data entry and classification. You know.” “Ah that sounds interesting!” “It is, kind of. It can be. Some of the stuff though!” “Ah, I bet.” We paused to take long quaffs of fruit juice, and I decided to take the plunge. “You haven’t got anyone to rush home for then?” “No,” she said, with the faintest hint of delight in her face. “Just me and Molly, my cat. How about you?” “Nope. Been single for a year.” Katie ran a finger around the edge of her glass. “Did you dump him, or was it mutual?” she asked. “Him? It was a her.” “Oh.” I watched her as she took a sip of her orange and perceived a little shyness at the revelation of my preference for girls and hoped it would push things in the right direction. But I wanted to play my cards wisely and rather than ask her out directly, I moved the conversation on to holidays and fashion. I was bonkers about shoes, she had a weakness for a posh dress. Katie had sparkling brown eyes and a wonderful complexion with her beautifully rosy cheeks. The anticipation of the changing room and then the twist of fate with the showers, simply turned the screw. I thought back to the lovely view I had enjoyed when stuck to the bench. Her cloying, drink drenched top was still etched in my mind, whetted my appetite and made me want her all the more. When the moment was right, I asked over to mine the following night. Nothing fancy, a couple of cocktails and some sweet nibbles from my latest range. “Am I your guinea pig?” she asked, in a rather suggestive way. “Something like that.” * The next day was a long day, as I busied myself, working on several projects but all the time thinking what I would wear and how I would play the role of hostess when the hot gym bunny came round to try my canapes. I was in a semi day dream from mid morning to late afternoon, concocting any number of seductive scenarios and I was in a bit of a lather by the time it was time to leave work. I had been working on some special vol au vents, which were filled with gin and rhubarb mousse. I was really hoping they would be a hit with my sexy guest. Two hours later I had just lit the final candle on my buffet table and put the Bacardi on ice. I did a final wriggle in my little black dress, adjusting my suspender belt as the door bell rang. A shiver of anticipation ran down my spine. A shiver that became a suffusion of tingles as I opened the door to let her in “Welcome to my humble abode.”“Thank you! Hmmm… something smells nice.” “Me?!” Katie gave me a hug as I spoke and kissed me on the cheek. Her body was lovely and hot and the heat of her lips against my face was wonderful. “Well, yes… but.