A Good Girl at the Gym

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A Good Girl at the Gym.

It’s very quiet in the gym. There’s no music; no sound of weights being dropped: the treadmills are still. There were no cars in the parking lot when I arrived; there’s no one here at all. There’s enough ambient light to make my way to the locker room. I switch on the light there so I can take pictures for you. Something new today; a loose white shirt with a deep v neck which shows a little more cleavage than I realized when I bought it. It’s also a little more sheer than I thought, too. I can definitely see my nipples through the translucent fabric. I reach into my gym bag for my leggings. Uh oh! There’s nothing else in the bag but my tennis shoes and the little kit with earbuds, a tin of candies and a bottle of mostly frozen water. Rats! I was really in the mood to be your gym girl today.

Hmm. Maybe I can just wear this red knit skirt. It’s stretchy and I can certainly move in it. Since I don’t really have another option, I’m going to wear it. It’s rather short, but I’ll be careful. Besides, there’s no one else here. Right? I grab my drink and tuck my phone into the small purple bag with the Jolly Ranchers and my earbuds. I lock the rest up and head over to the rowing machine in the back of the gym. I glance out the front door; there are still no cars out there. I stop and listen. It’s almost eerie in the silence; my footsteps echo loudly as I cross the floor. I open the door to the basketball court and walk across it to the little room with the rowing machine and a couple other machines and weight benches. It’s dark back there, too. There’s enough light so I don’t trip over anything, but the corners are definitely in shadow. I reach for the light switch but hesitate.

No, I think I’m going to leave them off. I’ve been here often enough. I know where things are. I set the controls on the rowing machine; sync the podcast I’ve been listening to; pop a cinnamon candy into my mouth; grab the handles and begin rowing. Maybe it’s the erotic story I’m listening to or the motion of my arms causing my shirt to brush across my nipples with each stroke or the eeriness of doing all this in near darkness, but I’m beginning to feel very tingly.

The rowing cycle finishes and I have time for a bit of a break before the next round. A long drink from the icy water in my bottle quenches my thirst and gives me an idea. I really like the sensation of cold on my nipples.

I tip the bottle ever so slightly to drizzle a little bit of the cold water over my nipples. The shriek of surprise seems to bounce off the walls as the cap falls off and a liter of ice water cascades down my chest. Wow! That was cold. My top is drenched and no longer just a little translucent. Now it’s completely transparent. My nipples are taut little buds poking out from my see-through shirt.

Since there’s nobody here to see — and actually it feels pretty good — I might as well keep going on the rowing machine. I grab the handle and set the timer for another session. I begin rowing, the tension of the machine set to the highest level as usual. What’s not so usual is the sensations I’m getting this time around. Whether it’s from the dark empty gym, the feeling of the cool wet shirt on my hard nipples, the rowing itself or some combination of all three, every little motion as I row is causing a little zing to my clit. It feels good and kinda naughty.

It makes me want to be naughty. After all, it’s been a while since I’ve been able to play for you. I’m a little concerned about someone coming into the gym but I’m pretty sure I will be able to hear anyone and besides, no one ever comes back here. It’s dark and I’m sure no one could see anything. So…

Hmm. I’m feeling very naughty. You do like to watch me playing with my nipples but since it’s dark in here, you wouldn’t be able to see anything. It takes just a second to slip off my panties and tuck them away into my bag. I adjust my skirt so everything is covered and continue rowing. Well, everything was covered but with each stroke I row, my skirt creeps up higher and higher until it’s puddled in my lap. I can’t see anything from my vantage point but the top of my thighs. However, I’m sure anyone looking from the front could definitely see my pussy.

The motion of my arms as I row is causing my breasts to rub against my wet shirt. My nipples are hard little buds right now. My pussy is very wet. I can feel the tingle pulsing from my nipples to my clit. I take a break from the rowing machine. I don’t want to cum. Well, at least not until I’m ready.

I walk out into the main section of the gym. There’s still no cars in the parking lot and the lights are still off. There are lots of windows in the front so it’s much brighter out here. I chose a machine for my arms this time so there’s no danger of my skirt riding up {unless I want it to}. I adjust the weights and sit down. This machine is right in front of the door so I always feel like I’m on display. I reach into my bag to grab a piece of candy and my fingers brush against that toy bahis firmaları you asked me to try. Ooh! This could be fun.

I pull out the little hot pink toy with a remote control to match. I can’t hear any cars driving into the parking lot but I decide to peek out the door just in case. No, there’s no one there. I step behind the desk and slide the head of the small dildo into my wet pussy, testing it to make sure it’ll stay put. I wiggle it around until the vibe is positioned just right against my clit. I turn it on the lowest setting and shiver as the toy buzzes against that sensitive little nub.

I walk from behind the desk and head back to the door. Still no cars. Good. I like the idea of being watched as I cum, but it’s probably better as a fantasy. I glance up and see the security camera focused right on the weight machine I’m going to be using. Hm. I could move, but I think I’d rather just keep the toy barely turned on. Me? I’m very turned on. Very very turned on.

As I sit down on the padded seat, the dildo pushes further into my pussy and the vibe slides between my wet labia and oh, my! That feels very very good. The motion of my arms makes my breasts flex, the nipples brushing against my damp shirt with each movement. I’m very tempted to spin the control a few clicks but I refrain. It would feel even better, but I’ll wait. I’m a very patient little sub.

My session with the weight machine ends and it’s time to switch to the treadmill. I gather up my things and head back to the women only section of the gym. It’s a short little walk, just a few steps really, but I shivered and tingled the entire way. I step on the treadmill, adjust the settings on the machine and begin walking. I reach for the remote control to click it up a little bit more.

Uh oh. It’s not in my bag. I look on the floor. Not there either. I must have left it in the front. I retrace my steps to retrieve the bright pink controller.

I look all around the weight machine I was just on. Nothing there. I suppose it could have rolled under the water cooler. I get down on all fours to peek under the machine. Oooh! The angle of the toy must have changed just enough for me to feel the vibrations even more. It’s subtle but there’s definitely a bit more buzz now. I rock back and forth for a little bit, just to enjoy the sensations before I stand up. The controller wasn’t there.

I make a slow turn in place, looking everywhere I think it could be. Nothing. The buzz has subsided just a little. I guess the batteries are almost dead or maybe the remote’s out of range somehow. The only other place it could possibly be is under the furnace. I peer around the floor, but it’s dark and I really can’t see anything pink. I bend over once again and sweep my hand under as far as it will go. Nothing but a few dust bunnies. The buzz has dwindled down to almost nothing now. I sigh and take one last circuit around the main gym before I head back to the women’s only section to gather up my things and head home. I’ll turn off the toy and toss it in the garbage can on my way out.

Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck! OH FUCK! My clit and my pussy are overwhelmed with such intense vibrations I almost came right on the spot. I shudder and then, just as quickly as it began, the toy is completely still. I take a deep breath and let it out slowly. My legs feel quivery. The juices from my arousal have pooled around the dildo and are dripping down my thighs. My clit is hard and throbbing. I am so close to cumming.

The toy is obviously malfunctioning. Although the sensations are shiver-inducing, I’m just a little bit worried about getting zapped ~ and not in the good way ~ so I’m going to just take it out right now.

I step behind the reception desk and reach under my skirt. I couldn’t help the little yelp that accompanied the wave after wave of undulating vibrations coming from the toy still tucked into my pussy and wedged against my clit.

I whirl around as the low tones of a man’s voice says “Looking for this?” and I see the missing remote in his outstretched palm.

I’m sure my face was as pink as that remote, but there was nothing I could do. It was obvious he knew exactly what it was and what it did. I let out one little sigh, took a deep breath and said, “Yes. It’s mine. May I have it?. I reached out to take it, still trembling from the vibrations from the toy. The toy he now controlled.

“No, I don’t think so,” he said, adjusting the dial until the vibrations were barely registering. He stuck the device into his pocket and grinned. “I think I’m going to keep it for a while longer.”

“You can’t do that. It’s mine.” I cringed at the sound of my own voice. I sounded like a pouty child. I didn’t say it but the words “that’s not fair” certainly floated through my head.

The smile that passed over his face foretold of his answer before his words did. “It’s mine now. Finders keepers and all that.” He patted his pocket. “You’ll have to earn it back if you want it.”

“Fine,” I said, “you can have kaçak iddaa it.”

“Ah. I already have it. You are going to be a good girl for me if you want it back.”

“I can always get another one,” and I turned to move behind the desk to remove the toy.

“Tsk. Tsk. Tsk. That’s not how a good girl acts,” he answered. He must have thumbed the dial because the toy sprang back to life. “Especially,” he continued, “if she wants someone to let her play with her toys.”

I could barely hear his next words as wave after wave of the buzzing washed over me. “Put your hands down and leave the toy alone.” I do as he asks, although he really isn’t asking. He’s telling me and his words are making me tingle just as much as the toy I can feel vibrating inside me.

“Good girl.” He beckons with one finger and I obey, walking slowly and carefully to him. I tremble, both from the vibe and the nearness of his presence. He must have moved the control once again because the tingles are hardly perceptible now.

“Better,” he says as I stand in front of him. “Not wearing a bra and your shirt is still damp. I can see your nipples through it. Pretty nipples, by the way.” I murmur a soft ‘thank you’.

“Did you put in that toy so you could cum today?” I nod. “Do you still want to cum?” I nod once again. “Do you want to cum for me today?” I nod again. I don’t think I’ve wanted anything more than this in a very long time.

“Tell me.”

“I want to cum for you.”

“Good girl. I’ll let you cum,” he says and I can’t help the relief I’m feeling. A feeling that soon drifts away as I register his next words. “But you’re going to have to earn it.”

I’m sure the confusion and wariness was quite evident on my face. “What do you mean, earn it? I don’t understand.”

“You know you want to cum. Well, I want something, too. I want you to take off that shirt. It’s almost see-through anyway but I want to see all of those pretty tits.”

I looked at him wide-eyed. It’s always been a fantasy of mine to let strange men see my breasts. Now that the fantasy was rapidly becoming a reality, I was reluctant.

“Go on. Take it off. I’m just going to look. Not touch,” he said and gestured to my top with one finger. I was just about ready to do what he wanted when his last words registered. “At least not yet.”

I gulped and said in a quiet little voice, “What do you mean?”

“I think you know what I mean and I think you like it. Just look at those nipples. I don’t even have to do this,” and he moved the dial on the remote a click or two, ” and they’re already hard.”

He was right. The idea of exposing myself, being touched and everything else that went with it was turning me on. Of course the increased sensations from the toy didn’t hurt, either.

I turned around to take my shirt off but was interrupted mid-pivot. “Oh, no. I am going to watch. Face me and stop stalling. You know you want to do this. You know it’s going to feel so good.”

I turned back around, looked into his face and crossed my arms over my chest. I grabbed the hem of my shirt and pulled it inch by inch as slowly as I could manage over my head. When I was free of my shirt with my arms still above my head, he told me to stop. I froze, wondering what was going to happen next. I felt very vulnerable in this position, but also very sexy.

“Now toss the shirt aside.” He waited for me to do this and then continued, “but leave your arms up for now. I want to look at those nipples.” I did as I was told and he stepped closer. So close he could have reached out a hand and cupped one of my breasts but he didn’t. I was almost disappointed that he didn’t. My arms began to tremble with the effort. I guess he noticed because he said I could put my arms down.

“No, keep them at your side,” he said when I started to cross them over my chest. I complied with his request and watched him intently. I stood very still as he looked at me. One of my most secret fantasies was coming to life and it was every bit as exciting as I’d dreamt it would be.

“Good girl. You deserve a reward for those pretty tits.”

I was a little … sad, I guess, the fantasy was coming to an end. It had been quite a rush, exposing my breasts like that. I almost wished I could continue and see what would happen next. I held out my hand for the remote.

“Ah. That’s not your reward,” he said. “It’s going to be a very long time before I relinquish control” and gestured to a machine a few steps away.

“But…”

“Yes,” he said and pointed to the incline weight bench. “Put your feet on the footrest and lean back.” I did as I was told and he tilted the bench back until I was not quite vertical. “Comfortable?” he asked. I nodded. He walked around to the front of me and looked at my breasts for what seemed like a very long time. I began to squirm from the added sensation and was very surprised when I looked over and saw that both of his hands were resting at his sides. I realized his looking at me, his gaze on my breasts, was kaçak bahis making me tingle.

“Now, it’s time for a reward for being such a good girl. Touch yourself for me.”

I opened my mouth to protest, but shut it before I said a word. Why not, I thought to myself; it’s a secret fantasy come to life. It seemed quite reckless, I knew, but for some reason I trusted this man. I could do this. I wanted to do this. I took a breath, centered myself and stepped off the cliff.

I very tentatively touched the upper swell of my breast with one finger. I looked up at him for approval. “That’s a start. You can do better. Both hands.”

I lightly moved my fingers over both my breasts, a light delicate touch, barely skimming the surface. I used only my fingertips but occasionally my palms brushed against my taut nipples. Oh, it felt so good when that happened.

“Touch your nipples for me,” he said. “I know you want to. Play with them,” he said, “and I’ll play with this.” He took the remote out of his pocket and held it up for me to see.

My attention was focused on that bright pink bit of plastic and the thumb he brushed over the dial. The buzzing stopped and I immediately missed the sensation humming against my clit. “Now.”

I used my forefingers and brushed them over my nipples. Back and forth and then in little circles, just like I played with them in the privacy of my own bedroom. But this wasn’t my bedroom; it was a public place. And I wasn’t alone. I was being watched by a complete stranger, no, dominated by him and it was the sexiest, most erotic thing I’d ever experienced.

“Good.” The buzzing grew ever so slightly, barely perceptible, but I could feel it. Without consciously intending to, I lowered my lashes and watched as my nipples were teased by my fingertips. My touch, gently at first, grew just a little bit bolder, my thumbs flicking the tender buds.

“More.” I heard him murmur and I couldn’t really tell if that was a statement or a question. I nodded and for the first time, rolled my nipples between my fingers and my thumbs. A small gasp escaped my lips as the toy centered between my legs vibrated a bit harder.

I plucked at my nipples harder and faster, pinching and pulling as he increased the rate of the vibe click by click. I began to shiver from the feeling. I was so close to cumming. So very close. I wanted to cum. I wanted … I wanted … more.

“Please,” I whimpered and asked for what I wanted.

“Touch my breasts. Play with my nipples.” I cupped my breasts in my hands, presenting them to him. The time between my plea and the first light stroke on my breast was no more than a second. I felt his fingertip, hard and calloused, on the very tip of my nipple. The contrast between my soft skin and his rough touch made me shiver even more. I dropped my hands to give him full access to my breasts.

“Oh. Ohh,” I said as he flicked my nipples, back and forth, first one then the other. I tilted my hips up in rhythm with his touch. I couldn’t help it. It felt so good.

“You like that, hmm?” I heard the voice in my ear. “You’re a naughty one, aren’t you?” I’m not sure I was capable of speech at this time, so I just clutched the sides of the black vinyl bench I was on and nodded.

I began to tremble as he added a thumb to his touch, rolling my hard pink nipple between it and his forefinger. He stepped behind me so he could play with both breasts at once. He caressed my breasts, a feather light brushing of his palms over the sides of my tits. He pinched my nipples gently at first and then harder, harder until I wanted to whimper from the pain that really wasn’t pain at all. He soothed away the pain with a few light strokes and started the whole process again. This time he pulled on my nipples and twisted them just a little. Not enough that I wanted him to stop. No, I wanted him to touch my breasts, to play with my nipples, to pinch and pull and roll them between his fingers until I begged him to stop. Oh, it felt so good. So very good. So good the cessation of the vibe didn’t even register for a bit. I opened my eyes and looked up at him.

“I’m not ready for you to cum yet,” he responded in answer to the question that was evident in my eyes. “You’re a good girl,” he continued as he kept up his attention to my tits. “Good girls always get to cum, but they need to be patient and —“

“And…?” The question comes out as more of a stutter, a stammer, than actual coherent speech. All my concentration seems to be fixed on the sensations I’m feeling: his fingers, his hands touching my breasts. Teasing my nipples, edging into torment. My clit is throbbing, even without the aid of the vibe. The desire to cum, no, the need to cum is almost overwhelming.

“And they need to get their nipples sucked.”

The “Oh, fuck!” I whimper is totally involuntary as shivers run up and down my body. “Yes. Yes. Yes,” I beg and beseech, “please please please.”

He bends down and I watch as his head comes closer and closer to my breast. The feel of his tongue is light, barely a touch on the tip of my nipple. It feels so good. After the intense {but oh so enjoyable} treatment my tits have received, it’s this gentle touch that almost sends me over the edge.

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