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Gym Work

By Romany	

(M/F, anal, oral, cheating husband)

It wasn�t that she was actually that pretty, but it was that she
had a smoking body. Pete spent the first session at the tired old
fitness centre trying to ogle her discretely by looking in the
mirrors. He soon realized he wasn�t the only one. There was a
motley collection of middle age men and a couple of middle age
women plus the usual suspects of closet narcissist younger men
strutting their stuff. All the men were discretely trying to get
an eyeful of the young woman. Pete noted she sometimes sat behind
the desk so clearly she worked there; probably part time. He
found out her name was Angela and the first time he actually
spoke with her, detected the broad Jersey accent as if she was
straight out of The Sopranos. She was Italian descent and after a
short conversation, he decided she was not blessed with boundless
intelligence. Yet despite the crooked bridge to her nose and the
genuine lack of conversation, he was smitten with her. The
breasts were slightly too large for her slim frame which gave her
a really sexy look. Dressed in her street clothes she looked
attractive if you didn�t mind the bump in the nose. The legs slim
and limber and her hair dark and always looked clean. That was
one thing he liked above her obvious sex appeal; she was always
well groomed. Her clothes clean and tidy whether jeans, cutoffs,
or the short skirts she wore. Yet given the interest the male gym
goers had in her, she always seemed diffident to men her age.
Pete decided she either had a boyfriend, or had been hit on so
often she learned to project indifference as a shield against
guys trying to pick her up. As a married man, he saw her as eye
candy and he was thankful his wife Sandy did not enjoy his
interest in the gym. Gym was his time and Angela became his
fantasy. The face he jerked off to in the shower while Sandy made
breakfast. The girl that flitted through his mind as he and Sandy
balled.

When she stepped from behind the desk and worked out, she wore a
tight top with a cross-over sports bra evident at the top of her
neck. Her butt clad in tight black stretch short that hugged her
legs to just above her knees. Always black so a sideway glance at
her crotch revealed nothing more than a dark shapeless mass black
without contour so her pubis and sex where not evident in relief
against the stretch material. Pete did get to catch a glimpse of
her on the apparatus where she opened her legs wide to work her
inner thighs. Just a black mass he could not detect the hint of a
swelling pubis or vulva. She was certainly skilled at de-sexing
herself in this unisex gym; apart from the breasts. She couldn�t
strap the breasts down enough because of her slim lithe figure.
Pete had noted she lifted pretty good weights on the machines as
well. Despite a petite look about her, she did pretty darn good
with the load.

It took him nearly six weeks to get used to her and to a point
where he stopped trying to check her out. To his surprise, his
indifference seemed to coincide with her seeming to be closer to
whatever apparatus he was on. It took a couple of visits for him
to realize she might be following him around the gym. After a
couple more visits, he was convinced; as he carefully zig-zagged
across the floor using apparatus in a deliberate way to see if
she tracked him. She did; always using an apparatus adjacent or
in front of him. He detected her watching him in the mirrored
walls and he felt buoyed by this fact. He started to glance at
her and his spirits soared as he caught the first glimmer of a
smile of acknowledgement. One evening she came up to him as he
was about to take on a press apparatus.

�Can you help me with this machine,� she said indicating the
apparatus she just stepped off. �It seems all wrong.�

�Sure,� he said and stepped across to check what her issue was.

The seat seemed too low and too far back for her. He played
around with the adjustment and got her to sit in it and grab the
handholds. Standing in front of her he stared directly at her
crotch. For the first time he made out the faint relief of her
sex against the crotch of her stretch shorts. He glanced back at
her face and blushed in embarrassment realizing she was staring
straight at him having obviously seen him ogle her crotch. She
simply smiled knowingly at him. He trembled with excitement as he
made her step off twice more as he continued to set the height
and angle of the seat for her. Now he studied the breasts held
firm inside her top; noting the outline of her sports bra inside
the tight material. He checked her crotch twice more such that
when he had finished setting the seat he stared openly at her
parted legs as she got comfortable to do her reps on the machine.
She held his eye contact with a knowing smile.

In the gym they became an item as they began seemingly working
out together. Pete coaching her on the apparatus, ensuring she
was using it correctly to get maximum benefit. She waited for him
to arrive and if she was behind the desk, she came out already
dressed for a workout. The desk was actually in the gym proper
and was often unattended as patrons arrived and scanned their
coded tags on the scanner and dropped their car keys in a basket
on the counter. Other men their ages were clearly pissed Pete
seemed to the interest for her as they worked out in tandem. Pete
freely taking in her charms as he helped her do her reps on
whatever machine. He introduced her to dumbbells when lying flat
on her back. Leaning over her to help her get her arms right as
she pushed the weights up. She had her legs spread off each side
of the table and he caught the clear view of her sex framed in
her tight shorts. The breasts jutting back as he straddled her
coaching her with the hand held weights. It was a pantomime of
prelude to fucking. Sufficient distance between them to be seemly
and innocent; but the relative positions inferred a man about to
mount the woman to the crude minded.

Thinking he had made the contact he needed, Pete asked her out at
the end of one session. She was embarrassed and her face dropped
as he asked the question.

�I�m sorry Pete,� she said shuffling her feet and looking uneasy.
�I don�t date patrons,� she added apologetically.

He was stunned. He didn�t think she�d refuse. Maybe she knew he
was married, though he never wore his wedding ring at gym. But he
did put his wife Sandy down as next of kin in case of accidents.
Angela may have looked up his records. Besides, he was in his
late twenties and she was obviously much younger. Perhaps she
thought he was too old. Married and too old; that had to be it.

�I�m sorry,� he said quickly, wishing he�d shut up. �I didn�t
mean to offend.�

�No offense,� she said, gently touching his arm. �It�s not you,
just a rule I have,� she said gently.

So it was. They remained gym buddies but Pete drifted away when
he could. Embarrassed and somewhat pissed she had turned him
down. She sensed he was angry and gave him some distance for a
few times he visited and he seemed to come out of his sulk
towards her. When she occasionally partnered with other guys near
her age, Pete realized he was jealous and eventually drifted back
to hog her time. She seemed cheered by his return to work out
with her and the gaff of his inviting her out seemed to fade. One
day she confided to him she had taken a second job. She was
currently living at home and her father was very strict, and she
was trying to get a nest egg together so she and a friend could
get the deposit for an apartment so she could leave home.

�I mean it�s not that I don�t love my parents, she said as they
stood warming down after a strenuous workout. �It�s just that he
rules every part of my social life. I�m nineteen and my dad still
gives me the third degree where I�ve been out to.�

He stared at her sympathetically. He was surprised she was only
nineteen. He thought she was at least twenty-two maybe
twenty-three. At twenty-nine he felt so much older.

�I have a car, a job here, but he treats me like a child,� she
lamented.

�Where will you be working�apart from here?� he asked.

�At Giorgio�s�a restaurant near here,� she said. �Trouble is it
means I have to miss some night workouts here. You won�t see me
quite so often,� she said.

�How can you keep this job?� he asked noting she would be curbing
gym hours.

�I�ll do morning and afternoons�the boss Dan said it was fine to
do that,� she said as she stretched her leg up and leaned against
the wall with her hand.

So it was. He saw her less. He turned up for a morning session
just to see her one day. He�d slipped away from work for a couple
of hours. She was pleased to see him.

�How�s it going?� he asked coming over to her.

�OK,� she said brightly, then lowered her voice. �I�m sorry I
can�t get away off the desk,� she said. �As you can see we have
so many women in today so I have to stay put. I�d love to join
you�it�s been awhile since I had a good workout,� she added and
touched her stomach as if to signify she was putting on weight.

To Pete she still looked slim and lithe. He looked around at the
women in the gym and thought ruefully at some of the dark stares
he had received. Clearly one or two of the over weight-ladies
thought he was an intrusion. Some of them looked pretty grotesque
in stretch gym gear and clearly did not welcome him seeing them.

�Is this ladies day or something?� he asked, not knowing if there
were segregated days.

�No�but they come her knowing most men are at work. Mostly
housewives who feel more comfortable without men around,� she
said understanding how he might be feeling.

�And you can�t join in?� he said noting she was wearing a skirt
and blouse.

�No�I get less and less time now I�ve got the restaurant job. But
the money is too good to turn down,� she added.

�Bummer,� he said.

Two rather portly women arrived and Angela turned to deal with a
query and he drifted off to a far corner and tried to be
inconspicuous. She came over after a few minutes and stood near
him as he finished his reps.

�Looking good,� she grinned and Pete felt a small surge of
happiness at her compliment.

She shuffled a little nervously as Pete finished his current rep
and gasped and sat back, looking at her.

�Um�look�I was wondering,� she began tentatively. �I have keys
for here and I can come back some times and workout after my
evening work at the restaurant. But I�m scared to be here on my
own�for a number of reasons,� she said staring at him.

He looked at her quizzically.

�I was wondering; would you care to work out after ten a couple
of nights a week. The place closes at ten usually on Wednesdays
and Thursdays,� she said.

�Are you sure it�s OK?� he asked, a little surprised at her
question.

�Yeah�the boss, Danny�he has no problem as long as I�m not alone.
Labor laws and all that�in case of injury. And well�it�s probably
not safe coming and going alone later at night. It�s not exactly
the safest neighborhood,� she added.

He agreed. There was a small problem of what to tell Sandy about
his being out late two nights in a row; so he told her that he
was helping prepare a gym buddy for a contest. He didn�t say his
buddy was female and Sandra took his reason for being out late
Wednesday and Thursday with a degree of indifference. She never
saw anything in this fitness thing though appreciated it kept him
trim and fit. She was blessed with a slim lithe body and a
metabolism that she never seemed to gain an ounce no matter what
she ate or drank. So Pete met Angela that first Wednesday. He saw
her car parked and she beckoned him over as there were still
people finishing up inside.

�Wait until they go,� she said.

He noted she was slumped down in her seat as if concealing her
presence in the car, and they sat in silence for a few more
minutes until the last patron left shortly after ten. Angela got
out of the car and told him to wait a minute until she called
him. She disappeared inside and then came to the exit door by
which she had parked and opened it to let him in the back way.

�I just said goodnight to Gloria�she did the desk tonight,� she
said as she closed the exit door. �I said I was waiting for my
friend Tina to join me.�

Pete was intrigued. She worked here, she had keys and she�d
cleared the session with the boss so why the secrecy with the
other gym worker who was now leaving. He stood a little
perplexed.

�Let�s get changed,� she said and walked towards the locker room.
As he neared the corridor with the Mens and Womans on either
side, he was startled to see she held the door to the Womans
open, obviously waiting for him. He followed her in and she went
to a bench and shucked her blouse. Without a word she changed
into her gym gear as he stood amazed at how unabashed she was.
The bra came off and she slipped on the sports bra with her back
to him. He saw the tattoo of a flower or suchlike on her left
shoulder blade. Turning she arranged her full breast comfortably
in the bra and the proceed to pull her stretch top on.

�Hurry up,� she said noting he hadn�t moved.

Pete shucked his shirt and fished out a tee shirt. She dropped
her skirt facing him and he froze as he saw the bright red
panties she was wearing. He then caught a glimpse of a navel stud
 just before she turned and rummaged in her gym bag and he noted
the panties were a thong as the string vanished in the crack of
her perfect butt. On her right but was another tattoo he could
not recognize the subject. Pete blushed as she pulled the panties
down with her back turned and slid into a pair of small black
bikini underpants; turning to face him as she pulled on the usual
stretch shorts. She sat doing up her shoes as he dropped his
pants and changed into a pair of jock underpants that were
designed to catch sweat. She paused briefly as he was between
underpants and seemed to innocently crane her neck. Pete thought
she was trying to see if she could see his cock under the tee
shirt bottom. She finished tying her shoes with her foot perched
on the bench she sat on. Pete pulled on his basketball shorts and
then stood beside her as he did up his shoes, placing each foot
on the bench in turn. They were set.

�Ready?� she said brightly; seemingly unfazed by their changing
together.

�Ready,� he grinned, feeling pleased she�d invited him in to her
locker room.

The first twenty minutes or so after a gentle stretching to warm
up, they worked out in relative silence. Pete feeling somewhat
bemused how nonchalant she�d been about changing with him in the
room; recalling her sly peeking when he had dropped his shorts to
change. He sat on one apparatus leaning back lifting the handles
when she slipped off the leg curl machine she was on and came
across to him. She had a curious look on her face and Pete paused
holding the weights at shoulder level as she squatted in front of
him; and to his amazement, shoved a hand up the baggy leg of his
basketball shorts. He was stunned. Her hand went straight for his
cock and after a short time burrowing around the leg of his
undershorts she had him in her hand. She glanced up at him with a
quizzical look.

�Keep going,� she said quickly, and proceeded to push the leg of
his shorts up so she exposed his cock; pulling it through the leg
of his underpants as well.

Pete struggled with the weights as Angela finally got his cock
out and began sucking him. Pete was staggered yet did not want to
stop her advances. She seemed almost tipsy and he heard her
whisper something, as if talking to his cock. She gave fantastic
head and he was hardening by the second. If he thought she was
just going to blow him he was mistaken.

�Come here,� she said almost breathlessly and led him from the
apparatus by his hard cock. She walked him to a leg curl machine
where you lay on your stomach and hooked your ankles under a
padded bar. She shucked her shorts and lay down. Pete gazed at
her perfect ass and saw the thick lips of her labia framed
between the butt cheeks; the red of the butt tattoo against her
olive skin. She flexed her legs and parted them slightly. He
stood mesmerized by her action and she looked back and wrinkled
her brow in mild annoyance.

�Come on�come into me�this way,� she said and lifted her hips
suggestively.

Pete wasn�t waiting to be asked twice and pushed his shorts to
his ankles and stepped out of them. He straddled her legs and
presented his cock to the fat vulva winking at him. They sighed
in unison as he shoved into her in one hard push. Angela lying
with her head to one side with her eyes closed. Her sex was wet.

�Fuck me please�quickly,� she said softly.

Pete obliged. The apparatus began to clank as he fucked her lying
mid-thigh height, face down on the apparatus. Not what the
appartus was intended for but surprisingly well positioned for
what was a doggie fuck; only she was lying horizontal as he
fucked her deeply. He quickly got into it and Angela was groaning
continually.

�Finger me,� she gasped. �Finger my clit.�

She had tried reaching under herself but the frame of the
apparatus made it too awkward. Pete obliged and found the front
of her sex, noting she was shaved clean of pubic hair. He got her
clitoris and ravaged it with his finger and thumb as she groaned
and began trembling in enjoyment as he fucked her and masturbated
her as well. The whole experience was incredibly carnal and
erotic to both of them and he saw Angela�s knuckles white as she
gripped the handholds as if she were using the apparatus
correctly. But her ass and hips were moving around as he powered
into her. Pete was intoxicated by the gorgeous sickly smells of
her sex and his cock; mingling with the sweaty gym smell. The
silence of the gym was disturbed with their gasping and grunting
and the steady shclick, schlick, schlick noise of sex, mingled
with the clanking of the apparatus. She started cumming. Groaning
and wailing as he drilled into her. He let her go with it, not
wanting to finish in her just yet. Allowing his fingers and the
thickness of the cock to get her off but keeping hard. After she
had seemingly calmed down, she reached back and wrapped her hand
around his cock base; the cock still sheathed in her.

�Did you cum?� she said looking back at him.

�Not yet,� he said with a chuckle.

�That�s great�that�s good,� she said and slowly moved to
disentangle herself from the machine. He slipped out and stepped
back. She sat up and pulled her top and bra off. Now completely
naked her magnificent breasts jutted up firm and hard with her
nipples seemingly as hard as his cock. She bent and sucked him
briefly. Like an oral �thank you� for a job well done.

�This one next,� she said, seemingly tipsy with the moment; as if
she�d been drinking.

She led him to another apparatus that required sitting with a
straight back and lifting a set of handles above the shoulders.
She made him take his tee shirt off and paused to run her fingers
through the hair on his chest, running a hand down his midriff to
the thick pubic thatch that extended from his navel to his
crotch. She kneeled and sucked it lovingly; rubbing it against
her face.

�Come on�this one,� she said and made him sit back.

He sat down with his back straight and she climbed aboard;
pausing to guide his erection into her cunt. He wrapped his arms
around her and she draped hers over the arms of the lifting
handles of the apparatus. He lifted her up and down and her head
lolled in pleasure as the cock was impaled deep up in her. He
fucked her this way and she seemed to almost drift off to sleep,
she was so relaxed. She sighed and groaned lightly as he lifted
her up and down. Despite it being erotic and exciting to him, it
was quite similar to be ridden flat on his back. He run his
fingers around her side and back and down to her gorgeous butt
and lifted her from the buttocks. She appreciated his lifting her
and she murmured how good it was. He spread her butt crack and
stroked her anus. She opened her eyes and stared at him with a
wicked gleam. He took that as confirmation she was OK with this
and he made a thing of slobbering on a finger and then pushed it
behind her and at the pucker. She sighed and lifted herself in a
feeble attempt to help him push the finger in. He got it past the
first knuckle but she was dry and tight and she screwed her face
up in discomfort. They abandoned the ass play and he fucked her
diligently. She dropped a hand to her crotch and fingered
herself. He lifted her more urgently now. Pushing her down hard
so he went deep in her. She became agitated and clung to the
handle bar and started to cum a second time. He let her go with
her orgasm; clutching her to him as she shuddered and gasped,
holding back his urge to cum with her. He didn�t like cumming
while being ridden as it restricted the urge to want to rut into
the woman. Angela wailed as she came a second time. Eventually
she slumped her head over his shoulder and her arms dropped off
the handle bar so he held her for her only support.

She seemed to have passed out. He waited for a moment or so and
then stood up, still holding her impaled on his clock. Sensing
she might fall, she lazily wrapped her arms around his neck for
support. He walked her to one of the low benches she�d worked out
on using the dumbbells, and he lay her back so he was facing the
mirror. Her legs flopped either side of the narrow table and he
straddled it and fucked her vigorously, watching himself in the
mirrored wall as he hunched over her. Angela seemed out of it but
he didn�t care and he simply used her. Pulling back and pausing
to gaze down on her slim body with the magnificent breast that
jostled with the vigor of his fucking her. Her arms swinging
loosely as the lay off the side of the table. Her hair which she
usually tied up in a high knot on her head was now disheveled as
the clasp had let go. He indulged himself, watching her body
wobble and shudder with his efforts. He eventually started to
cum. Despite her seeming swoon, she opened her eyes and
recognized he was in the throes of cumming.

�Yes�yes�yes�yes�cum�do it�yes, yes�� she gabbled as he started
to cum hard and lifted her legs up and pushed them back so he
crushed her knees to her breasts as he fucked her and filled her.

He held her this way for a few moments. Studying the tangle of
their bodies in the mirror. She had her eyes partly open with a
goofy smile on her face and realized he was looking at them in
the mirror. She tried to twist around to see for herself. He
pointed to a mirrored corner to her right which reflected their
reflection from straight on. She turned her head and stared at
the sight of herself being doubled up as he crouched over her.
She reached for the cock base as he was sheathed deep in her and
a goofy smile came to her lips as she took in the sight of their
coupling. A broad smile cam to her lips.

�Oh y-e-s-s-s-s,�  she sighed. �Fucking magic.�

***

They didn�t have the energy to continue that first night. As they
wearily stood in the shower, she trying not to get her hair wet,
she talked quietly and confessed that the smell and sense of the
gym was like an aphrodisiac to her. And despite her often aloof
appearance, she was usually on the verge of sexual arousal simply
because of the smell of equipment and hot bodies, and hearing the
weights and apparatus clank and clunk as patrons used them. That
whenever some of the men cried out and grunted when lifting large
weights, it was all she could do to stop herself wetting her
pants in release, she was so turned on. Confessing there were
evenings she had to retreat here to the locker room and
frantically masturbate for release in a toilet cubicle. Nights
she had sat at the desk with her legs permanently crossed,
feigning reading a magazine, as she tried to bring her arousal
under control.

�I�m a gym poppsie,� she giggled in embarrassment as they
dressed.

Now neither of them tried to conceal themselves as they put their
clothes on as they had moved to a mutual intimacy. Outside as
they stood by her car, she asked if he could meet her again the
next night.

�Try and keep me away,� he chuckled.

He went to kiss her but she pulled back.

�Sorry,� she said sheepishly, as Pete stood somewhat confused. �I
don�t kiss�unless it�s my boyfriend.�

�You have a boyfriend?� he asked.

�No�but if I did, he would be the only one I kiss,� she replied.

Pete looked a little perplexed.

�It�s OK, she said. It�s not about you�I mean you shouldn�t feel
it is just you,� she said.

�It�s one of your rules,� he chuckled. �Like your not dating
patrons.�

�That�s right,� she said with a sad smile. �It�s nothing
personal.�

�But what about what we did in there?� he asked.

�It�s our workout�together,� she said with a puzzled look; as if
he was asking a question with an obvious answer.

�A-a-a-ah�got it,� he said, somewhat amazed at how blas� she
seemed that sex on the apparatus was ok.

But not dating or kissing? It seemed somewhat warped logic to
him. Not that he would argue. She wanted a rematch the next
night.

�Tomorrow night we will do two different apparatus,� she said in
a matter-of-fact tone. �I have it all worked out�you just have to
show up,� and she paused and giggled; �and stay nice and hard.�

He grinned and nodded his understanding.

�And what happens when we have finished all the apparatus?� he
chuckled.

�We start again silly,� she said looking at him as if he was
dense.

***

The sex went as she had predicted. For the next few weeks, on
Wednesdays and Thursdays, Pete and Angela met at the empty gym
and she took him to each apparatus in turn and had him fuck her.
She was quite insistent he not cum every time she did, usually
getting off twice before he was allowed to cum in her. But when
he finally came, she was no-holds-barred at seeing he fucked her
as carnally and roughly as he wanted. He observed what she had
confessed. She seemed to be in a state of eroticism all the time
she was in the gym. Often writhing against the leatherwork on the
apparatus, where arms, chests and butts had sat or leaned that
day. He noted she was constantly wet from her arousal; her female
scent intoxicating to him. He indulged himself with her. Opening
her up wide and inspecting her. Marveling at her firm muscle tone
and lithe frame. After the third night when he fingered her anus
while fucking her bent over a palates ball, she had broken off
the engagement and stumbled almost drunkenly behind the desk,
returning with a bottle of body builder�s oil which she waved at
him.

�Lube,� she had slurred as if drunk. �For my butt hole.�

He slicked her butt, and balancing her over the large inflated
ball, he sodomized her as she steadied the ball with her hands
pressed flat on the mat. Pete came gloriously. His wife Sandy
never let him do her in the ass. Not even let him slip a pinky in
when they fucked. At one point he went down on her while she was
standing on a vertical leg press facing him. Her body slumping so
she almost fell as she came on his mouth and fingers. On another
occasion he crouched in front of her and ate her out as she
pulled down on the weight rope. Sometimes straddling her on the
rower and feeding his cock into her mouth as she jerked back and
forth. All of the positions they got into she had fantasized
about while sitting behind the counter or using the apparatus
herself. She had it all worked out. She loved lying face down on
the small benches used for dumbbells and watch herself as he
crouched behind her and ate her out. Enjoying her reflection as
her expression dissolved into a contortion of orgasm as she felt
his tongue working her over; fingers shoved in her vagina and
asshole.

It all came to an end. Angela met a boy. She had made the break
from living at home, much to her father�s dismay. Setting up with
her friend Tina as a room mate. When she told Pete she couldn�t
�work out� with him any more he was devastated and more than
curious as to why.

�I have a boyfriend,� she said simply. �As much as I love gym
time with you, I can�t cheat on him.�

Pete nodded sadly realizing his extra curricular sex life was
over. Sandy had never suspected a thing and only once, inquired
how the preparation of his buddy for the weight contest was
going. Pete had muttered that progress was slow and they needed
more time. She barely raised an eyebrow that his two nights a
week after ten o�clock needed to continue. When he and Angela
finished their night work out, he told Sandy his buddy was not
able to get up to the minimum weight and had to rethink his plan.
Sandy shrugged knowing he would b at home Wednesdays and
Thursdays evenings.

Pete still goes to the gym early evening twice through the week
and on Saturday. He rarely sees Angela, knowing she works most
mornings. He did see her once with a young guy he presumed was
the boyfriend. He was dismayed to see the guy looked about
fifteen. But then Angela was only nineteen, though she looked
older; so maybe the guy was the same age but looked younger. He
had never had it so good. Still amazed at how the gym turned her
on. He begrudgingly saw where the gym might be exciting; people
got off on the weirdest situations. But he wondered where the
sexual fantasizing came from. It was quite exact. She seemed to
have it quite well worked out in theory, and mostly the positions
worked. This side to her seemed at odds with her claim that her
father was strict with her. Where did she learn all this from?
And the tattoos and the navel stud. Did her father know about
those? As he readied himself to slip backwards onto the apparatus
where she had straddled him and he�d lifted her up and down as he
fucked her, he was suddenly aware that he was getting hard. He
looked nervously around the gym.

�This isn�t as straightforward as it looks,� he muttered, and he
stood up and turned to face the main frame of the apparatus to
assume the alternate position for use; and to hide the growing
erection in his shorts.

Given each apparatus, mat, and weight table had history for him,
could it be the gym was now turning him on to?


The End


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