Lesbian Sex At The Gym

As I watched, her chest heaving, her arms pumping, I thought
of other times such as this. Working in a gym, one records
certain sights and sounds. This was one such memory. She was
like many other women who worked out. A lithe muscularity, a
suppleness of youth, the beauty of Athena, she was the total
package.

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Her raven black hair, splayed all over the bench, lent
itself to a fine gossamer spider’s web. Her equally black body
suit, clung to every curve of her voluptuous, well framed body.
Be there any doubt, she was all woman.

There comes a time in every job, this one especially, when
emotion and need overcome all logic and calculation. I felt such
need. It was all encompassing. The desire to possess was
overpowering, it took up every part of my being. To delve that
deeply into every nook and cranny of one’s self is, to say the
least, unsettling.

Lost in my thoughts, I failed to notice her rise from the
bench and her movement towards me. As the attendant I, among
other things, dispensed towels. Somewhere in my brain I knew
this was the reason for her approach, but it never dawned into my
consciousness. For the fleetest of moments our eyes met. Her’s,
the most beautiful shade of blue and mine, the most apparent
shade of lust. As she retrieved her towel I saw, or maybe just
imagined, a recognition in her eyes of what was so plainly
displayed on my face. There was no approval, nor dissent in this
and I wasn’t sure whether to be relieved or disappointed.

I watched her walk towards the dressing room. The shape of
her legs, the swaying of her hips, the way her hair matted
against her back, drove me again to distraction. She paused at
the doorway and there, I was now certain, she did look at me.
Directly at me. It must have been me because at this time, I
noticed, we were all alone. No other patrons in the gym. For
all I cared, at this point, none in the world. She then
continued into the changing area.

I paused for no more than a moment. Locking the doors this
near to closing would go unnoticed, and I proceeded to the locker
room. I deliberately slowed my pace, not wanting to seem over
anxious but no matter what I did from here on in would bely my
outward appearances.

I saw her next near the lockers, with her back to me. My
sense of purpose wavered, my resolve faltered and then, again,
those eyes. They beckoned me forward. My body was on its own.
No control could be exerted to move me in any direction except
towards her. With a barely perceptible movement she bade me to
halt. My body instantly obeyed. What would happen next was
beyond my comprehension but anything she wanted would be
welcomed. Not only welcomed but desired.

At this point, I turned my thoughts inward, and I felt the
urges building deep inside me.

Returning my attention to her, I witnessed the slow removal
of her bodice. The straps, one at a time, lifted slowly off her
shoulders to be left hanging at her sides. Her purple tank top
was all that remained to cover her up from the waist. She raised
her arms deliberately above her head in a stretch, exposing the
bottom crescents of her ample, milk coloured breasts. As with
the raising, her arms were again lowered, deliberately. The tank
top returned to its normal position, slightly hitched up on one
side, seemingly hooked up on a hard, protruding nipple.

She turned slightly and slid her thumbs inside the suit.
She pulled down without bending and wriggled the suit past her
hips. Pausing momentarily, she readjusted her tights. Then she
continued the removal. Lifting one leg, then the other she
extricated herself from the suit’s binding and let it drop to the
floor beside her.

It was then I noticed my sweaty palms and shallow breaths.
The sound of my heart was excruciatingly loud in my ears,
drowning out any possible sound from without. My face felt flush
and my stomach fluttered, all with anticipation.

She again looked at me, then lowered her gaze. My eyes
followed. She reached for her waistband and inched it downward,
past her hips and over her well shaped buttocks. She turned even
more and sat down sideways on a bench to continue the removal of
her tights. She lifted her inside leg, knee slightly bent, and
rolled the tights down to the tip of her toes. Once off, she
turned her attention to the other leg and bending down, did the
same. Sitting up, she gave me a glimpse of her dark, luscious
pubic mound.

With this, I took a tentative step towards her, only to be
halted again by those piercing blue eyes. My desire was welling
up from deep inside and I could feel that familiar and expected
wetness on the inside of my legs.

Crossing her arms in front of her body, she grabbed the
bottom of her tank top and lifted. She hesitated as her arms
reached their zenith above her head. Her breasts, two perfectly
designed orbs, were lifted by this motion. Her dark brown
nipples extended, almost to the point of impossibility, outwards.
Their elongated oval shapes forming a “v” if joined together.
Her body glowed with perspiration from the workout and looked
ready for more.

She rose from the bench and moved to a stretching mat
nearby. As she reclined, she motioned me forward so I was
standing above her and at her feet. She held one leg flat and
the other bent with one knee above the other. She was braced up
on her elbows and her long tresses covered her breasts.
My legs felt as if they could no longer hold me up and I
quivered with each heartbeat. I stared longingly all over her
body. I wanted every part of her imprinted in me. Her feel,
taste, aroma, all of her.

My eyes locked onto the movement of her legs. She started
to bend her straight leg while at the same time moving them both
outwards. With my breath caught deep in my throat, I followed
her legs up. Past her knees, to the soft flesh of her inner
thighs, with my eyes coming to rest on the most perfect vision I
had ever seen. Her mound was covered with wispy black pubic
hair, allowing the redness of her lips to show through. As I
watched, her lips parted exposing the inner folds, swollen,
scarlet and very moist. One drop of her juice glistened at the
end of a pubic hair.

Crouching, I kept my eyes on that one drop. Her scent came
up to meet me and it drew me lower. My cheek brushed against her
thigh and she let out a soft, low moan. Instinctively her legs
spread wider, her clitoris fully in sight. The soft, sensitive
nub showing underneath its hood. My mouth opened slightly and I
let out a warm breath. Her body reacted. She reached down a
hand to touch the back of my head. Her hips arched and together
with her hand she moved my mouth closer to her. I resisted
little.

The sweetness of her scent only enhanced the anticipated
taste, which in itself was exquisite. I parted her lips further
with my tongue and thrust it in deeply. Her hand gripped my head
tightly and she came up to meet me, fully. With a deep influx of
breath and a deep guttural moan she seemed to relax. My tongue
moved from deep inside her and began to trace its way up to a
place from where she couldn’t resist me. The tip of my tongue
found that place. Her body convulsed. With each flick of my
tongue her hand pushed me closer. Her breath was coming in waves
and her moans kept time with my movements. On my bottom lip I
could feel her lips twitching and the contractions were becoming
stronger and closer together. I knew then she would not last
much longer. Then it happened. Her back arched hard, her thighs
squeezed tightly against my face and she let out a combination
moan and scream. Her hands kept me close to her.

After an eternity, the waves slowly subsided. She relaxed
her grip and her breathing slowly returned to normal. I could
feel a fresh wetness between my own thighs and knew I was going
to need the same release. Almost on queue, she raised my face,
bent down and kissed me. Our tongues met and I felt little
electric shocks proceeding to my nipples and down to my clit.
She gently rolled me onto my back. Kneeling above me, she pulled
my polo shirt from my shorts. Raising my back, I let her pull my
shirt over my head. She reached for the clasp in the front of my
bra and undid it. My bra popped open and in that instant, she
bent over and put one nipple in her warm mouth. The first moan
escaped from my throat. I kicked off my sneakers as she lowered
herself to my stomach, placing little butterfly kisses along the
way. She moved to my feet, grabbed the waist band of my shorts
and panties and in one motion, removed them.

I was so impatient, I lifted my ankles to her back and
pulled her down. The heat I felt was unbearable. I needed her
now. Almost unexpectedly her mouth was upon me. I reached down
and spread myself with my fingers so she could get right to my
clit. I bit my upper lip when she first touched it. That caused
me to tighten all my muscles. As she continued, I felt her first
insert one, then two fingers deep inside of me. She rubbed
gently inside and then faster and harder until she hit that
magical spot. The feel of her tongue on my clit and her fingers
on my g-spot was more than I could handle. With one final thrust
of her fingers, I exploded. All of my heat seemed to transfer
straight to my groin, my hole body tensed as if it was one muscle
and then the convulsions came. Wave after wave rushed over me.
Each a little gentler than the last, until I finally laid there
spent and unmoving. Just as quickly as it ended, she was beside
me and we embraced, softly kissing each other and breathing
headily of our sex.

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I awoke later, how long I don’t know. She was gone and I
was alone. The experience was fresh in my mind. I had gotten the
imprinting of her I had wanted, needed and now it was a memory.
We didn’t speak a single word but we had shared everything. It
was at that thought, I then realized, I would never know her
name.