The Gym & The Mirror

I’d been watching him for a while.

He is the motivation that keeps me going back to the gym.

Exercising isn’t something I enjoy but when I can watch him in the mirror as I run on the treadmill it’s not only the sweat that dampens my body. The sight of his sleek muscles straining as he adds more weight to the barbells and lays back on the bench to do more presses gives me ideas on other ways we could work out together on that very same bench.

I fantasize that we’re the only people in the gym and I use his safety straps to restrain his hands on the barbell above him. Then I stand next to the bench and strip off my sweaty workout clothes and reveal myself to him. The tent in his shorts caused by his straining erection encourages me to take total control of his body.

Walking to the end of the bench I lean over his body, just close enough to brush the hard tips of my breasts against his bare stomach. I let my head fall so that my long hair falls on his firm chest, tickling him as I lightly swing my head back and forth. Then I lower my body closer so that my tits now hug his cock through his shorts and he feels my hot breath on his chest. I open my mouth and my tongue darts out to tease his nipple to erectness. When it’s sticking up like a miniature cock I take the hard nub into my wet mouth and nibble teasingly with my teeth. Then I lave it better with firm strokes of my tongue. I shift slightly for better access to the other nipple and the shift of pressure on his cock causes him to lift his hips against me and groan softly. He doesn’t want to speak any more than I want to hear him, his groans and sighs are message enough.