Layla worked up a sweat with a saucy gym session.
Layla smoothed her hair back and confronted her flushed reflection in the gym’s huge mirror. Exercise was really not her thing. She knew she looked good on it, but she could think of much better ways to spend her time.
She glanced over at her flatmate Kelly, happily bouncing away on the cross-trainer, deep in conversation with one of the new gym instructors. He was tall, dark-haired and had startlingly blue eyes – plus an amazingly fit body that was barely contained by his navy shorts and a tight white T-shirt.
Trust her, Layla thought, stretching her aching limbs. She’s already got a great bloke at home and the only hot guy in here is chatting her up. Layla was jealous. It’d been months since she’d talked to a man she’d come close to fancying, let alone shagging. She glanced at herself in the mirror again – long curly blonde hair, curvy little body and a pretty face. Why were decent men so hard to find?
“Hey.” Kelly came bounding over. “Found a new man?” Layla smiled, unable to stay jealous of her friend for too long. “As if! I wasn’t talking about me actually.”
Kelly flashed a mischievous smile that told Layla she’d been up to something. “It was you we were discussing. Josh thinks you’re not working out properly.” “Oh, does he now?” Layla replied. “I think he’s into you,” Kelly continued, then whispered, “He couldn’t take his eyes off you when you were stretching. He wants you to stay behind and work on your, erm, exercise technique.”
Layla looked thoughtful. The instructor was hot and, if she did go home, she’d have to listen to Kelly fucking her boyfriend for hours again. Just what every single girl needed. Besides which, Kelly had a sixth sense when it came to finding men. Maybe some of her luck would rub off.
“OK,” Layla said. “What the hell! I’ll see you at home.” “I won’t wait up!” Kelly replied.
Seconds later Josh came over to Layla. “Hi!” He smiled, his eyes twinkling. “You look like you could do with some help.” “Really? Surely I’m not that bad?” she replied laughingly. “Course not, you just need some instruction,” he smiled knowingly. “Come with me.”
As they left the main gym Josh went behind her, taking a good long look at the pert little arse that had caught his eye the moment she walked in last week. He knew exactly what kind of instruction she needed. He’d been going over it for the last few days, every time he’d laid eyes on her. Layla was definitely beautiful in a remote, Greek goddess kind of way, but she always looked so serious and intense and, until this moment, he’d been far too scared to approach her.
Josh led her into the smaller weights room, which was deserted. Mirrors lined every wall and Layla watched his reflection as he locked the door behind him. “Sit down,” he instructed and she sat on a press bench. “Now hold this.” He handed her a dumbbell, then gently took her arm, showing her how to lift it. “You don’t mind me touching you, do you?” he asked, not waiting for the answer. “It makes it easier to teach you.”
Layla’s heart began to beat faster as he positioned her arm and showed her what to do. She lifted the weight alone. “You’re still doing it wrong,” he lied, and sat close to her on the bench, so her back pressed against him. His hand slid down her shoulders to where she held the weight.
“It’s like this,” he smiled, doing it with her. Layla’s cheeks were reddening, and not through the exercise. He was so close to her, she could feel his breath brushing against her, and smell his aftershave. Their eyes met in the mirror. His cheeks looked a little flushed as well. “There are other exercises,” he whispered, running his hands down the curve of her waist. “Other exercises which are much more fun.”
“Really?” she breathed, her stomach tightening at his touch. “Hmm,” he murmured. “Would you like me to teach you?”
Layla sighed softly as he started to kiss the back of her neck. His hands began to explore her body. She turned her head round and kissed him, feeling his hot tongue dart in and out of her wet mouth. His hands explored further, slowly creeping up from her waist to fondle her aching breasts. “You’re so beautiful,” he groaned as his thumbs stroked each nipple straining through her gym top. He couldn’t wait to feel them in his mouth.
As his hands ran down her stomach, sending waves of anticipation through her body, Layla knew it had been too long. All those nights having to listen to Kelly and her boyfriend shagging. She missed sex so much. She really needed this right now.
Josh’s cock was straining in his shorts. He’d had no idea she would be this hot for him. He peeled off her top, stripping her white sports bra from her pert breasts. “Won’t we get caught?” Layla panted.
“Don’t you like taking risks?” Josh asked in response, even as he pulled down her shorts, stripping her cotton pants from her soft thighs. He slipped off her trainers, leaving only her white pop socks on.
“How cute are you?” he grinned admiringly as he pushed her down onto her back, hooking her legs over his shoulders. Layla could hardly breathe as he ran his fingers over her heated mound and she groaned, grinding beneath him, becoming wetter with every stroke. “You like this, don’t you?” he teased.
“Yes. Yes,” she moaned, closing her eyes as his tongue replaced his fingers. She ran her fingers through his dark hair as he probed her, tasting her, burying his face in her. “Oh, God”, she cried as he stroked her, tongue and fingers working in tandem.
“Come on baby,” he gasped. “I wanna see you come. Nice and hard. On my face, baby.” His dirty talk pushed her over the edge and she cried out her release as she came in waves, grinding her thighs against his fingers and tongue. Then she lay catching her breath as Josh rose slowly, kissing his way up her belly, pausing to suck leisurely on her engorged nipples.
“Your turn,” he grinned when he reached her face, then stood over her. He pulled a condom out of his shorts pocket before quickly stripping them off, followed by his T-shirt. She dropped to her knees and he passed her the johnny. Then she looked up at him, with a mischievous grin spreading across her face. He watched her beautiful lips begin kissing the tip of his rock-hard cock and then eased himself in and out of her mouth with light thrusts. “That is so, so good.”
Layla took his balls in her hands, stroking them before softly sucking on them. His eyes closed in ecstasy as she worked her magic. Josh couldn’t believe this was happening. Layla was absolutely beautiful. He’d wondered if she would have given him the time of day and now he had her on her knees, sucking him off.
“Good girl,” he encouraged her as she took him as deeply as she could. Then he ordered her onto her back before taking his cock and sliding it between her breasts. “I’ve wanted to do this with your beautiful tits from the moment I saw you,” he growled, desire driving him wild as he rubbed faster and faster. Then he came in a fit of moans, which eventually faded to murmurs about how good she was. He lowered himself down and kissed her deeply for the next few minutes.
Much to Layla’s surprise and joy, Josh’s cock soon began stirring again. This was proving to be the best workout of her life!
“You’re so hot,” he told her. Both sat up and they were facing each other on the bench, naked and sweating, Josh’s re-hardened cock between them. He pulled her roughly towards him, his fingers digging hard into her arse. “Hot women need cock in their pussies to keep them happy,” Josh said, looking at her with those intense blue eyes. “All the time,” he repeated. “Every day.”
She gasped as he rubbed himself against her soaking wet slit, teasing her as he got himself hard again. “Oh yeah,” she moaned, her need for his cock inside her intense.
“You’re such a greedy little thing,” he groaned as his fingers stroked her, quickly replacing his filled condom with a fresh one from his discarded shorts. Josh slid his length into her sopping pussy. “You want it so bad, don’t you?”
She quivered delightfully as he found his rhythm inside her. She wrapped her legs around his waist, adoring the friction as his balls bounced against her arse. She was quite tight – it had clearly been a while since she’d had any. Josh was well into that – it made his balls ache even more.
“You want my cock like this?” he teased further. “Yes, yes,” she panted, her climax building uncontrollably. “Then beg for it,” he smiled wickedly. “Please,” she moaned. “Please, please keep on fucking me. I need it so, so badly.”
He smiled with satisfaction as he pounded into her, ball-deep, and Layla dug her nails into his back as she came hard on his straining cock. Josh’s own orgasm followed shortly after.
Afterwards, as they hugged, Josh asked Layla if she’d enjoyed her work out. “Yes. It was very thorough,” she replied. “I aim to please,” Josh remarked with a grin. Then his expression became serious. “But I have to be honest – you really needed that. I could tell.” His eyes moved slowly over every inch of her naked body. Layla suddenly felt insecure, but then he smiled, blue eyes sparkling with devilment. “I’m sorry, but it’s the truth. You have to understand, I’m a professional.” He pulled her back towards him, holding her tightly. “You’re going to need very regular sessions. We’ll have to put in some very intensive work.”
Layla’s stomach tightened with waves of delicious anticipation. “Daily, I think,” he added. “OK?” “Well,” Layla smiled. “I guess I’ll just have to take it lying down…”
