Quickie Hookup at the Gym

She knew she wasn’t supposed to have sex with him, but that hadn’t stopped any of her fantasies of him smacking his member into her wanton hole. Why couldn’t she just pick someone else to lust over? She shook her head as she unlocked the front door of the gym. She was the opener for the day and she knew it would be packed again, as it always was the first of the year. Everyone got bitten by the get-in-shape bug to start off every new year. She couldn’t blame them. Sometimes a fresh start was just the kick in the pants she needed too.

She was horny. She had woken with a desperate yearning urge and wanted to rub one out, but she had forgotten to change her alarm clock to an earlier time. No matter. She’d make herself come in a torrent of yelps that evening. She’d seriously considered bringing in a toy to work and swelling herself to explosion in the bathroom. But it was just too gross. She’d wait.

She snickered to herself. Who was she kidding? Several of her fantasies were of him grabbing her and chasing her up her wet, sopping lips in the locker room. In many of the scenarios, the locker room had been filled with naked wet men with raging cocks.

She pushed the thoughts out of her head, but it was too late. She was panting.

She switched on all the lights and made her way to the coffee pot....