The Gym, part 1 of 4

Thank you to City Athletic Club, Las Vegas’s premiere gym www.cityathleticclub.com and owner/CEO Jea Jung for a perfect space to imagine erotic fantasy!
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He told me to go into the ladies room, change into my workout clothes and then hide while the manager locked up The City Athletic Club for the night. I had no idea where he went or what he had in mind, but he knew I was game.

So I followed his direction. After changing into my black leotard that fit snug around my waist& accentuated my breasts and butt, I walked into one of the bathroom stalls and stepped onto a toilet seat to wait. (I figured it had worked in the movies…) Minutes later someone did enter the restroom and then quickly exited. Assuming they were checking it was empty, I stood like a statue as my heart beat loudly in my ears. This stealth behavior did not come naturally to me. Then the lights went dim.

A few minutes later, still standing straddled, I heard another set of more deliberate footsteps entering the restroom. He walked right into my chosen stall and found me grinning quietly while standing, legs spread over a clean bowl. Dressed in gym shorts and a T, carrying a zippered bag, he stood tall with a sexy smile on his face. Without pause he reached out and gently touched the bump between my legs. I had already begun vibrating but his intimate touch accelerated my moisture level and started my internal engine running.

Realizing what we were about to engage in, we both smiled impishly as he helped me down off the seat. CAC was my gym, always cluttered with hot sexy, sweaty bodies and loud music videos. So, walking out of the restroom onto the silent gym floor threw me for a moment. It was now empty and still. The difference was intriguing. My mind was whirling with anticipation.

After acclimating to the silence I came to realize that I often preferred quiet…especially when I was engaging in a sexual adventure. I always enjoy experiencing the unexpected nuances that occur during new provocative situations. The lack of sound gives me that chance. Outside noise can sometimes interfere with the lovely personal sounds that are created through intimacy. Silence allows the playful teasing to grow and excite all involved.

The only glow allowing us site came from the remaining twinkling string of holiday lights hanging from the windows. As though climbing to heaven, he guided me upstairs where the new shiny equipment was slightly blinking. My PST (Perpetual State of Twitchiness), as I came to call it, had already kicked in as we went up to what would become our personal dungeon.

The Erotic Gym Fantasy ensued…

My fantasies of being “taken” on different pieces of equipment had been developing with every workout over the past six months. Being bent over & tied onto while hanging or holding onto the apparatus added juiciness between my legs. I did wonder if other weight lifting enthusiasts ever noticed my wet spots… Feeling my muscles move and harden as I lifted weights made my body feel healthy and my sexuality most alive. Lately I found myself walking on my toes, more erect with my lower back arched and my bosom out. This was how my gym fantasy evolved.

I’d mentioned how working out among the hot, fit men and women at CAC made my mind wander in sexy realms. Especially when I stood watching myself and the strangers around me lift in the mirror or while sitting on some of the machines shifting my bottom properly for accurate positioning. Sometimes getting in that exact position gladly took way longer than it should, making me crazy turned on. Almost enough to send me back into the bathroom stall to rub myself to climax.

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