Down at the gym in my tight yoga pants


I awoke to the chorus of birdsong outside my window, sunlight streaming through the thin curtains. It was shaping up to be a glorious morning, and I was eager to get started with it. Arching my back, I felt the plushness of the bed linens against my bare skin, the crisp air of the room brushing gently against my nudity.

I climbed out of bed and walked to the bathroom, where the marble floor felt cold beneath my feet. I turned on the shower, letting hot water pour down on me as steam filled the room. I closed my eyes and savoured the warmth and sensation of water flowing over my body.

I grabbed the body wash and lathered it onto my skin, inhaling its soothing lavender scent. I ran my hands over my curves, breasts, and stomach, taking care to clean every part of me. As I looked in the mirror, I couldn’t help but appreciate my long red hair falling down my back and my full breasts and curves.

Once I was finished with my shower, I stepped out and wrapped a towel around my body. I returned to the bedroom and rummaged through my dresser for something to wear. I got a clean bra and knickers, a pair of tight yoga pants, and a cropped top, perfect for showing off my curves while still comfortable.

As I slipped into my matching red Bra and knickers, and tight yoga pants, the smooth fabric hugged my curves, accentuating every inch of me. The cropped top complemented the look perfectly, and I couldn’t help but feel confident as I glanced at myself in the mirror.

I stepped out of my apartment and onto the busy streets. People rushed by me in all directions, but it took a strutting walk to grab everyone’s attention. With each step, people’s eyes lingered on me for a second longer than usual as they admired my athletic figure.

My destination: The local gym where I worked out once a week. As soon as I walked through its doors, heads turned towards me again – this time not just from passers-by but from familiar faces too, fellow fitness enthusiasts who knew and admired how dedicated and consistent I was with workouts. It felt almost empowering to be here today – wearing these ultra-tight yoga pants, which ensured no muscle on my body went unnoticed or unacknowledged by everyone present!

I went to the mats and unrolled one as I started stretching. In the distance, I saw a buffed-up guy staring at me, “Didn’t your mommy teach you it’s rude to stare?” The man chuckled and walked over to me. “I wasn’t staring, just admiring the view,” he says, his gaze lingering on my body.

“Seen as you like to stare, you can help hold my ankles while I do some sit-ups,” I said, smirking. I laid down with my knees up, and he gripped my ankles.

“Gladly,” he replied, his eyes still glued to my body. I started my sit-ups, and with each rep, he had to adjust his grip on my ankles as I lifted myself off the ground. His gaze never wavered from my cleavage, which was now fully visible thanks to the cropped top.

“You’re fit,” he commented after watching me work out for a few minutes. “You must put in a lot of effort.”

“Bet you say that to all the women,” I said as I saw him take a glance at my crotch. I look down, and I can see I have a bit of a cameltoe going on as my puffy pussy was strained against my yoga pants.

“I am Brad, by the way, one of the owners,” Brad introduced himself, his grip on my ankles tightening as he spoke. “And you are?” he asked, a hint of curiosity.

“I am Sarah,” I replied, flashing him a coy smile. “Nice to meet you, Brad.”

Brad continued to hold my ankles as I worked through my sit-ups, his gaze lingering on my body the entire time. With each rep, his grip tightened slightly more, and I could feel the heat from his hands radiating up my legs.

Once I finished my sit-ups, I rolled up the mat and thanked Brad for his assistance. He insisted on buying me a protein shake from the gym’s juice bar, and we settled into a table near the window to chat.

Brad couldn’t take his eyes off me as we talked – particularly when I crossed and uncrossed my legs beneath the table. The tightness of my yoga pants accentuated every movement of my thighs and calves, drawing attention to every inch of me. And with each glance he stole at me in between sentences or while sipping from his shake cup – there was no doubt that this man wanted more than just small talk with me.

“I must admit, Sarah, I can’t keep my eyes off you,” he said.

I raised an eyebrow at him and took a sip of my shake. “Oh really?” I replied coyly. “Is that so?”

Brad nodded eagerly. “Yes,” he said. “You’re wonderful, and your confidence is captivating.” He paused for a moment before continuing. “In fact,” he added with a husky tone, “if you don’t mind me asking…what are your plans for the rest of the day?”

“I don’t know. Maybe I should wash my hair or sit at my computer answering dumb questions on Quora.” I said teasingly that he probably didn’t know what Quora was.

“Or maybe you’d like to join me for a private workout session,” Brad suggested, his eyes gleaming with desire.

I raised an eyebrow at him, intrigued by his proposition. “A private workout session, huh?” I repeated, sounding intrigued. “What exactly would that entail?”

“Well, for starters, we would be alone in the gym. There would be no one else to disturb or interrupt us,” Brad replied, leaning closer to me. His low and intimate voice sent shivers down my spine.

“And what would happen during this private workout session?” I asked, unable to hide the curiosity in my voice. My pussy was already starting to tingle with anticipation at the thought of what Brad might have in mind.

“Whatever you want to happen,” Brad said with a wink. “But I can promise that it will be intense, sensual and pleasurable.”

“Who says I want to do anything?” I asked, trying to maintain a nonchalant tone.

Brad leaned back in his chair, a smug smile on his lips. “Well, Sarah,” he said, his voice low and seductive. “I can tell when a woman is interested.” He paused for a moment before continuing. “And you, my dear, are very interested.”

“What makes you think that?” I asked, trying to sound sceptical despite how my body reacted to him.

“I can see it in your eyes, the way you’re shifting in your seat, the flush spreading across your cheeks,” Brad said with a knowing smile.

I retorted, feeling my cheeks grow even warmer under his gaze. “And I’m not shifting in my seat either.”

Brad chuckled and leaned forward again, his eyes locked onto mine. “You can deny it all you want, Sarah,” he said, his voice low and husky. “But I know what I see.”

“You just want to get in my knickers, don’t you,” I said, a smirk playing on my lips.

Brad grinned at me. “Is that so bad?” he asked, his voice dripping with desire. “You’re a beautiful woman, and I want to explore every inch of you.”

“Jeez, quiet blunt, ain’t you, Brad?” I smirked at Brad’s boldness, “Well, you certainly know how to be direct.”

He leaned back in his chair and sipped his protein shake. “I prefer to be straightforward,” he said. “Life is too short for games and beating around the bush.”

Then I smirked at his comment, “Well, what if I said I don’t have a bush?” I winked at him.

Brad’s eyes widened at my words, and he couldn’t help but chuckle. “Well, Sarah,” he said, his voice low and sultry. “That only makes me more intrigued.”

He leaned forward again, his gaze locked onto mine. “So,” he began, his voice dripping with desire. “What do you say? Are you up for a private workout session?”

Sarah looked at Brad, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “Well, Brad,” she said, a teasing smile on her lips. “I suppose I could be persuaded to join you for a private workout session.”

Brad’s face lit up with excitement as he heard Sarah’s answer. “Fantastic!” he exclaimed, clapping his hands together. “Let me just go and ensure the gym is all cleared out for us.”

“Wait, you can’t just throw people out, haha,” I chuckled, “I’m just messing with you, Brad. Of course, I’ll join you for a private workout session.”

Brad grinned and stood up from his chair. “Great! Let me go and make sure the gym is all cleared out for us.”

When Brad reappeared a few minutes later, he wore a mischievous grin. “The gym is all clear,” he said. “Are you ready?”

I smiled, got up, and followed him back into the gym.

As we entered the empty gym, Brad led me to a secluded corner without cameras or prying eyes. I wondered what he had planned for this private workout session, and anticipation was building inside me.

Brad turned to face me and placed his hands on my hips, pulling me closer to him. “I’ve been thinking about this doing you since you came into the gym,” he said, his voice low and husky. “Ever since I saw you in those tight yoga pants.”

I looked up at him, my heart racing with excitement. “Really? Doing me, is that what you call it now?” I asked, biting my lower lip seductively.

I felt his hand on my ass as he gave it a little squeeze.

“Yes, I’ve been fantasizing about it all morning,” Brad said, his eyes dark with desire. He leaned in and pressed his lips against mine in a passionate kiss. I responded eagerly, parting my lips to allow his tongue to explore my mouth.

Brad’s hands began to wander over my body as we kissed, caressing my breasts and squeezing my ass. I could feel myself getting more and more aroused by his touch, the heat building between us as our bodies ground against each other.

Without breaking our kiss, Brad began to slowly rub between my legs as he could feel my cameltoe. I let out a soft moan as he touched me there, the sensation of his fingers against my pussy through the fabric of my Yoga pants.

He pulled away from the kiss and whispered something dirty int to my ear, “You’re so fucking wet for me, Sarah. I can feel it through your pants. Do you want me to put my hand in those tight pants?”

I nodded eagerly, my breath coming in short gasps as he continued to rub my pussy. He then slipped his hand under the waistband of my yoga pants and began to explore my bare skin. I moaned louder as he found my clit and started to rub it in slow circles, sending waves of pleasure through my body.

“Damn Sarah, your foaming at the lips down there,” he then tuts at me, “What shall I do with you.”

“Do you want to take this to the next level?” he asked me, his voice low and seductive. I nodded eagerly, unable to speak from sheer excitement.

Brad grabbed a yoga mat, placed it down, and laid me down. He kissed my neck and pulled off my crop as I then unclasped my bra. His lips trailed down my chest as he cupped my breasts in his hands, teasing my nipples with his thumbs until they were hard and sensitive to his touch.

He slid off my yoga pants, and I was just in my knickers, which he decided to leave on. I was about to take them off until he said, “No, leave them on; I like a girl in her panties.” Instead, he pulled my knickers to the side and rested them on one of my pussy flaps, my outer lips. He was mesmerized by my slightly throbbing labia, marvelling at its plumpness and delicate folds. He could see a hint of the pink treasure hidden within as my heart raced at his intimate touch. Intrigued by his bold behaviour, I bit my bottom lip, anticipating what would follow.

He gently grabbed my labia in between his thumb and finger and spread them apart, revealing the juicy, glistening slit of my pussy. He leaned in closer, his breath warm against my sensitive flesh. I could feel his hunger as he took in the intoxicating scent of my arousal. His tongue darted out, tracing a slow line along my inner lips, causing me to gasp at the sudden contact.

I shivered at the cool air against my exposed flesh before he slowly pushed his cock into me. It felt so good, and he did it slowly as I looked in between my legs. First, I saw the head of his cock pressing against my labia as he slowly slid in. My pussy opened gently as my folds hugged his shaft, with my knickers still on, the rim of the material rubbing against his shaft as he slowly moved in and out.

Without stopping fucking me, he took off his T-shirt and threw it to the floor. OMG, his body was ripped and muscular, with broad shoulders, chiselled abs, and strong arms. I couldn’t help but marvel at his physique as he continued to thrust into me.

“Damn, that feels so good; you like that, you naughty girl; tell me how bad you want it. Shall I fuck the living shit out of you, huh,” he said As he began to thrust his cock deeper into me, I couldn’t help but moan in pleasure.

“I can’t fucking hear you, Sarah.” He was so demanding, and it made me so fucking turned on by the authority in his voice. I took a deep breath and said, “Yes, I want it. Fuck me harder, please.”

“Oh god, yes. Fuck me harder, harder. I want to feel you deep inside me,” I moaned as he began to thrust his cock deeper into me as I lay there squeezing my big tits.

My legs trembled as his pubic bone crashed against mine, the sound echoing in the room. His grunt filled my ears as he drove his cock deep inside me. “Ugh, fuck… your pussy, come on baby, I know you can take it all,” he growled. And he was right; I could take it all, and that is exactly what my pussy was doing – taking every inch of him. His bollocks swung and slapped me as he thrust in and out, as I could see my juices already coating his shaft.

“Fuck, I love the friction of your knickers rubbing against my shaft as I fuck you, baby,” he said as sweat poured down his sexy body.

I couldn’t believe what was happening. Here I was, naked and spread eagle on a yoga mat, being fucked senseless by this stranger in the gym. But it felt so good, and I couldn’t deny I wanted it as badly as he did.

Brad continued to pound into me with wild abandon, his grunts growing louder and more animalistic with each thrust. My own moans joined his as my body writhed beneath him, my breasts bouncing with every impact of his hips against mine.

“I want you to taste your pussy,” Brad said as he pulled out his cock and straddled my body near my tits. I lifted my head to take him in my mouth, eagerly sucking on his cock, my lips sealed around his thick shaft and swirling my tongue around the head.

Brad groaned with pleasure as I sucked on his cock, running my hands up and down his thighs as he rocked his hips back and forth. He reached down to play with my nipples, pinching them gently between his fingers as I moaned around his cock.

“Oh yes, suck it… Oh fuck. Don’t worry, I ain’t cumin yet. I ain’t finished with you, sexy,” he said as all I could do was suck his cock hard.

I felt his cock hit the back of my throat, causing me to gag, and my eyes started to water as they began to stream down my face. But I didn’t want him to stop; I sucked on his cock harder, more profound. He pulled out slightly before plunging back in, filling my mouth once again with his thick shaft.

He withdrew his cock from my mouth, and I gasped for air as he helped me to my feet and led me to a bench, and bent me over. I thought he was going to put it into my pussy; nope, “Ouchh fuck… ahh”, he slid into my ass slowly.

“You ok? I can pull out,” he slowly thrusting so my ass got used to his cock.

“Fuck, it’s… it’s ok, ugh fuck.” It was intense and hurt at first; it’s been a while since I had taken it up the ass, but also incredibly pleasurable. I braced myself against the bench as he began to move his hips back and forth, each thrust sending waves of pleasure through my body.

Brad’s hands gripped my hips tightly as he picked up the pace, fucking me harder and deeper with each stroke. His heavy balls slapped against my clit as he slid in and out of my tight asshole.

“Brad. It feels good, but… ahh fuck, don’t fuck my ass too much; I prefer it in my pussy.” I moaned, my breath coming in short gasps as he continued to thrust into me.

“Sure thing, sexy. I’ll take care of that for you.” Brad then decided to pull out of my ass and guided his cock back into my pussy. He began to fuck me with long, deep strokes, his balls slapping against me with each thrust.

My tits swayed as he pumped me harder and harder, “So darling, where shall I cum?” he said as I moaned and tried to answer him as I stammered.

“C-c-cum… inside me,” I managed to gasp out, my body trembling with pleasure as he continued to thrust into me.

Brad’s thrusts grew more urgent as he felt himself nearing the edge, his grunts becoming louder and more guttural. I could feel his cock swelling inside me, signalling that he was about to cum.

“Fuck, Sarah… I’m gonna cum,” Brad growled, his fingers digging into my hips as he drove himself deeper into me. With one final thrust, Brad buried his cock as deep as it would go and released a torrent of hot cum deep inside me, filling my pussy with his seed.

He continued to thrust until his balls were empty as he pulled out of me. I could feel my pussy dripping with cum; he shot a lot of spunk into my pussy.

Brad looked at me with a satisfied smile. “Now that was some workout,” he chuckled as he wiped the sweat from his sexy body with a towel.

I smiled back at him and giggled before getting off the bench and gathering my clothes from where they lay scattered around us on the floor. As I dressed again in front of him – now fully aware of how much he appreciated every inch of my body – I couldn’t help but feel confident and empowered by what we had shared in this gym today.

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John Thomas

John Thomas

Totally hot