My timing was perfect. I had been two minutes in the changing room, fussing with my kit bag and starting to untie my shoes, when she walked in. Now all I needed to do was blend into the background and enjoy the view.
I’m Haley, twenty-eight years old, and a manager in a car hire outlet. I joined the gym eighteen months ago as I battled the fallout of my last relationship failure.
Elliott had returned home from yet another working weekend to tell me he was off. I was boring, chubby, yes fucking chubby, and I didn’t deliver between the sheets.
In response, I may have suggested that he was a limp dicked wanker and a narcissist. In the weeks that followed, adrift in a sea of tears and ice cream, I seriously reassessed my life.
After two years together, I had thought our relationship was on track. How wrong can you be?
I changed jobs, took some evening classes, and joined the gym. I’m now several pounds lighter, fitter and toned. I’ve gone from hiding in the corner of the gym, in baggy sweats, to confidently working out and wearing tight, clingy gym wear.
It’s a gym, not a fashion show, you say, that’s true, but the tight clothes help me feel good about myself. I guess we can all be a little shallow.
The only area of my life that’s lacking is my social life. I’m still not in a new relationship.
I hang out with the office crowd after work, and I have evenings with my besties, but no new boyfriend. I’ve had a few dates, drinks, dinner, maybe a movie, but nothing more. No second dates and certainly no desire to get into bed with them. As a consequence, my bedside drawer is home to an impressive collection of erotic toys.
Anyway, back to the locker room. About six weeks ago, a new woman joined the gym. I was just filling my water bottle when I heard the rhythmic click of heels.
A life-changing vision was moving through the reception. Tall, slim, with shoulder-length auburn hair that hung in gentle rolling waves. Her trouser suit was tailored to perfection. It enhanced her svelte figure. In one perfectly manicured hand, she held a leather gym bag.
My body reacted before my mind. My nipples swelled, my heart pumped, and I got that tingly feeling between my legs. My mind caught up, “Fuck she’s stunning,” followed by, “Hey, you’re a woman, stop objectifying her, and you’re straight, get a grip of yourself.”
I was well into my routine when I caught sight of her again. That beautiful hair was in a ponytail, and she wore an outfit that showed she wasn't a gym newbie. She was on one of the running machines, setting a brisk pace. I let my gaze settle on her fluid movement, taking in those long legs and that ass to die for.
I finished my workout and hit the showers. Just as I finished dressing, she entered the changing room.
She sat on a bench, toed off her well-worn sneakers, then her snowy white gym socks. Her feet were long, but elegant, her toes tipped in glossy black varnish to match her fingernails.
At that point, she looked up and glanced my way. I made a fuss of fastening my bag and, without a good reason to loiter, took my leave.
ooOOoo
Back at my apartment, I felt off, kinda unsettled. I poured a glass of wine and headed to my bedroom to strip off. I rarely wear clothes at home. I live alone, it's comfortable, and no one can see me.
I slouched into an old overstuffed armchair that my grandpa had left me, and I opened my tablet and entered into the sordid world of social media.
I skipped past ads for crap you’d never buy. I didn’t even stop for the opinions of self-obsessed celebrities. I entered the fitness community replete with chats and articles on gym etiquette, workout gear, and the latest and greatest in protein shakes.
Honestly, I was looking for pictures of women in sports bras, snug leggings, and yoga pants. Would I get the same buzz I got from looking at my mystery woman?
I guess I did, not as strong, but there was a definite reaction. Lycrapenny78 had posted several pictures of her new workout shorts, and they were short! And tight. She had an ass to bounce quarters off, and it was framed beautifully. Her stomach was flat and ripped, her pussy lips full and tight against the grey fabric.
My nipples responded, swelling and sending little shocks to my pussy. I could feel my core warming and moistening. As a straight twenty-eight-year-old woman, it was the strangest feeling to suddenly be aroused by a female body.
Through college, I’d seen plenty of naked girls, but this was a new reaction.
I googled and found more videos of fit women stripping off or working out.
I slipped a leg over the chair arm, opening myself up and started to gently tease my pussy.
My lips were already swollen and sensitive, just slightly sticky as my finger slipped between them.
“Uuurrrh,” my groan of pleasure just slipped out unbidden. Now my finger was buried deep in my folds, my juices really flowing.
A second finger added to the stretch, building the pleasure, and still, my eyes focused on the nude gym scenes.
My juices were warm and trickling down, dampening my thigh, reaching my ass, spotting Grandpa’s heirloom.
I moved to massage that sweet spot between pussy and ass. My pussy suddenly felt empty, but sweet shivers of pleasure shook my body.
The woman in the vid slowly pulled her shorts down; her pussy was fat-lipped and smooth. She made sure the dark blue Lycra dragged across those lips, slightly parting them as it did so.
My fingers plunged deep inside of me, I pumped hard, panting and bucking my hips until a huge wet wall of pleasure engulfed me.
I lay there buzzing with pleasure, deep in thought as I felt my skin dry and tighten.
Eventually, I moved to run myself a shower, grabbing a washcloth to wipe the chair.
That old chair had sat for twenty years alongside the fireplace at my grandpa’s house. I’d always loved how the butter-soft leather had felt against my skin. Then, of course, it was when I curled up in it after school in my kilt and socks. It still makes me feel safe and secure. I swear I can smell the slightest hint of grandpa’s pipe tobacco.
After that night, I timed my gym visits to coincide with the mystery woman. Just enough to catch her in the changing room.
I’d get a corner locker and blend in as best I could as I watched her change. I’d very discreetly follow my programme whilst getting views of her working out.
Then I’d casually return to the locker room as she changed before hurrying home to delve into the bedside drawer and fuck myself silly, my mind filled with images of her.
Several very pleasurable weeks went by before, inevitably, everything derailed.
It was Friday evening, which, for some reason, is always a quiet night at the gym. It’s situated in the business quarter. I guess a lot of folks just want to get home and start their weekend, but for whatever reason, it’s quiet.
I got to the changing room first this time. I like to mix it up a bit. Two other women were chatting and changing; they wandered out as she walked in.
I caught a lovely glimpse of her ass as she leaned forward to lower her shorts, just a hint of pussy lips.
Then I pulled up my own top, covering my eyes.
As the top came off, there she was. Not two feet from me, totally naked and with her hands on her hips, just staring at me.
“H... H... Hi,” I stuttered, feeling myself colour.
“Hi yourself, I think it’s time you either piss or get off the pot.” She had the most startling green eyes, and unfortunately, they were aimed like lasers at me.
“S... Sorry.” I was reduced to yammering like a fool, scared to look into her angry eyes, terrified to drop my gaze to her super-hot body.
“Every time I look up, I see your puppy eyes peeking at me, so this is it. Take a good, long look, and decide what you want.”
As she spoke, she stepped back, widening her stance and pushing her firm, glorious breasts forward.
“Take a good look, then either make your move or change your routine.”
I swear my heart was ready to explode. I still don’t know how I managed it, but I straightened my spine and met her eyes.
Then I slowly and deliberately ran my eyes over her, from the long auburn ponytail, past those full, firm breasts with their large dark areola. Down those lean flanks and flat stomach, and settling on her prominent mound and long, innie pussy.
I swallowed hard, and she smirked.
I was standing topless before her. Just my shorts and gym socks.
Even looking back now, I can’t remember making the decision. I just slipped my hands into the waistband of my shorts and slid them down my legs, taking off my panties with them.
Without a word, I cupped my breasts, letting my fingers brush my now swollen nubs and slowly twirling before her, coming to rest with one foot on the bench, my pussy open to her gaze.
My eyes met those green lasers, now twinkling with mirth. Her face broke into a heartwarming grin. “So, you’re pissing then?” She spoke with an exaggerated drawl. “Tomorrow evening, Brasserie Paris, eight o'clock. Ask for Alix.” With that, she turned, grabbed her towel, and strode into the showers without a backward glance.
I just stood a moment, heart pounding. I was still shaking slightly, but my nipples were hard, oh so hard and aching with need.
I slipped a finger between my thighs; it glistened in the overhead lights. I sucked it clean.
Hurriedly, I stepped into my shorts, pulling them up my legs before tugging my tee back on.
Everything else was swept into my gym bag, and I fled to the car park.
ooOOoo
Seven-fifty the next evening saw me loitering across the road from one of our town’s hottest restaurants, Brasserie Paris.
I only knew it by reputation, hard to get a reservation, and very pricey, with a couple of rosettes to its name.
The day had been a blur. I’d woken early, a ball of horny nervous energy. This despite fucking myself silly on returning home from the gym.
An embarrassingly pathetic begging phone call to the salon had gotten me squeezed in for a full makeover. Nails, hair, and waxing. I donated a fancy box of chocolates for their break room.
Anyway, here I was, as good as I was ever going to be, trying to decide whether I should go in.
With a deep breath, I stepped forward, crossed the street and slipped through the door before my sense of caution pushed my wanton pussy aside.
Apart from the Maître d’, nobody reacted to my entry. No turning of heads, no choruses of “Shame, Harlot.”
I told him I was meeting Alix, and with a slight bow, he gestured for me to follow him to a corner table.
She stood as we approached, murmured her thanks to my escort, and focused those amazing green eyes upon me again.
Tonight, she was the picture of slinky, sexy sophistication. Her auburn hair framed her face in delightful, glossy waves. Her blouse was sheer black silk, just barely masking those full, firm breasts. A black leather pencil skirt, sheer black hose and heels complemented the look.
After much angst, I had settled on a clingy white roll neck that emphasised my girls, paired with dark grey tailored trousers and spike heels.
Slipping off my black leather jacket, I took the seat opposite her.
“So, you finally decided to come inside.”
Her directness was both intimidating and strangely arousing. I nodded, mutely. I could feel myself colouring up again.
Just sitting close to this woman made my pussy throb.
“You’ve been watching.” My voice sounded tight to my ears.
“No, I told the doorman to keep an eye open.” She smiled as she spoke. “Just relax and enjoy the evening.”
I never saw her move, but suddenly Pierre, the waiter, was at our table, taking orders and pouring wine.
Alix was too polite, too well-schooled to order for me; she just subtly guided me through the menu. I followed her prompts, but the ideas seemed like my own.
“Santé,” she said, raising her glass. “Now let’s introduce ourselves. I’m Alix, Alix Debussy, thirty-one years old, born and educated in Lyon, France.”
Suddenly, I realised I’d never even told her my name.
“I’m Haley, Haley Fairchild, twenty-eight, and born about twenty miles away from here,” I offered in return.
“A pleasure to finally meet you, Haley. Now let’s cut to the chase. Are you gay, Haley?”
Those green lasers were cutting into me. I grabbed my glass and took a deep draw.
“If you had asked me a month ago, I would have said no. Now I very much think I might be.”
I sat holding her gaze, painfully aware of my nipples tenting my jumper as my pussy throbbed.
“That’s so good to hear because I am, and I think we could have a lot of fun together.”
In that moment, I felt a jolt of pure joy. I also felt my pussy drip.
The food was amazing, and all served with a variety of wines.
Finally, our waiter left us with espressos and brandy.
“Are you trying to get me drunk?” I joked.
“Honestly, no, just relaxed. I want you to fully appreciate this evening, and I want your conscious consent.” As she spoke, Alix took my hand, her thumb grazing my palm.
Frankly, she could have laid me on the table and taken me there and then, I was so horny. There was so much heat between my thighs.
Eventually, we gathered our things, and Pierre escorted us to the door.
I asked about paying, but Alix said she had invited me out and had an arrangement with the restaurant.
We had barely closed the door when a BMW saloon slid silently up to the kerb. The driver hopped out to open the doors.
ooOOoo
The journey took us to the edge of town, up into the valleys where sleek glass-walled houses seemed to cling to the valley walls.
The car dropped us off and disappeared.
Alix’s house was a stunning blend of smoked glass and curvy, rendered walls.
Alix moved to the enormous front door whilst I loitered to admire the night sky. Inky blue with so many bright stars. It felt magical, it just fitted with this amazing evening.
The door lock beeped, and I turned to catch up.
Passing into an enormous glass-roofed atrium, Alix paused to kick off her heels.
I copied her and stepped into her beckoning arms. My heart was in my mouth.
Even in our stocking feet, she was a fraction taller than I was. Those green eyes struck again; this time, they were asking permission, her head slightly cocked to one side.
Suddenly, everything slipped into place, and a warm sense of calm settled over me. I wanted to be here, I wanted to kiss this beautiful woman, and I definitely wanted her to kiss me.
I nodded my consent as I edged closer to her, breathing in her intoxicating perfume, a warm blend of citrus and vanilla.
Softly, oh so softly, her lips brushed over mine. I could feel myself tremble in response.
Her eyes held mine, and she moved her head back, gauging my response.
I wanted to grab her hands and pull her into my arms, I wanted to taste her mouth, I wanted to slip my hand up that tight skirt.
Instead, I smiled, breathed deeply, and kissed her gently but firmly.
Her arms circled my waist; she kissed back, a little more firmly.
My hands settled on that leather-bound ass, and I opened my mouth to her tongue.
She needed no more encouragement. Her mouth took mine.
I have no idea how long we stood entwined, but eventually Alix stepped back and took my hand to lead me into her lounge. It was a truly huge open plan area with floor-to-ceiling glass walls that showed the canyon beneath us, and the city lights twinkling in the distance.
We moved as one across the space to stand gazing out.
I’d been raised in a modest townhouse by hard-working parents, and now I was doing okay for myself. A reasonable job and a nice apartment, but holy shit, my apartment would fit in Alix’s lounge with room to spare.
“This is amazing,” I finally managed to say.
“This view is why I bought this house; every day it takes my breath away.”
Whilst we had been looking out, she had been gently running her hand up my side, just gently brushing the side of my breast.
I sighed in pleasure, turned to face her and kissed her hard.
“May I?” Her French accent had become more pronounced. Fuck, it was so sexy.
“Please.” My voice was husky, deepened by my lust for this beautiful woman.
Her hands slipped into my waistband and under my rollneck.
Her hands were warm and soft, and my body responded with a surge of need.
My eyes glanced down to see my nipples rigid against the soft cashmere. I had worn the lightest, sheerest lingerie in the hope that this would happen.
Slowly and firmly, her hands rose up my back. The jumper rose with them until, with a gentle tug, it cleared my head.
Her eyes never left mine; they sought and measured my every response, every tremor, every sigh.
My bra was ultra sheer, ivory and silky. It offered minimal support; fortunately, my girls are still firm and pert. My nipples were engorged with arousal and hard as glass. They were totally visible.
Alix swallowed, grinned, and licked her lips with great deliberation.
I slipped the fastening and dropped the bra to the floor, where it joined the rollneck; their job was done.
Finger and thumb, I squeezed my nipples, groaning at the shocks of pleasure shooting through my body, before cupping my breasts and, with a smile, offering them to Alix.
Her hands displaced mine. I revelled in her firm, warm touch.
Dropping her head forward, she licked across each breast. I groaned at that soft, moist warmth,
Her tongue caressed my breasts, spreading pleasure to every nerve in my body.
When her mouth inhaled my nipples, I screamed, my body spasmed in delight, and my panties were ruined.
I had never known pleasure like this before. Elliott was a fucking clumsy amateur; on those rare occasions, he looked beyond his own needs.
Noting my wobbly legs, Alix took my hand and led me to her bedroom. It had subtle lighting, thick soft floor rugs, another wall of glass, and the biggest bed I’d ever seen.
She steered me to a chaise lounge.
Standing before me, she slowly popped the buttons on her blouse, letting the black silk slip from her broad shoulders.
Her breasts were large and firm; little black rosettes of silk hid her nipples. She left them in place and moved on to unfasten her skirt.
With a delightful wriggle, she slipped it down her legs before stepping out of it.
Her pantyhose were sheer and seamless; she was bare beneath.
Unbidden, I rose from the chaise and moved to kneel before her.
Gently, I tugged her waistband, letting it stretch and slip over her firm ass, before lowering it down her legs.
I could smell her arousal, a spicier version of myself. She was completely smooth.
A small tattoo of a shooting star graced her left hip.
As she raised each foot to step free of her hose, I kissed the top of it before gently setting it back down.
Her pussy was as I remembered it, a long, neat innie.
Straightening up, I placed a firm kiss upon her lips. I could taste her honey. Tangy and spicy.
Alix’s hand found my chin, raising my head. “Please stand, I want you naked.”
I could feel myself grinning as I stood. My nerves, my trepidation had fled; now I was happy and horny.
I kissed Alix, long and slow, full of passion.
She returned my kiss with interest as her hands reached for my trousers.
“I should warn you, I’m a hot, fragrant mess in there,” I whispered.
“I’ll be disappointed if you weren’t,” she giggled.
The trousers hit the floor. Instantly, I could smell myself, and as the air hit my pussy, I could feel how wet my panties were.
Alix caressed my leg through my thigh highs before slipping a hand under my panties.
“My! We’re ready, aren’t we?” she giggled as her lips caressed my ear.
She bent and swiftly tugged the sodden fabric from me. Long gooey strands of girl honey stretched away before breaking to coat my thigh.
“Well, what should I do with these?”
“Bin them, I think they’re beyond help.” I raised my chin and held her eyes, delighted by my arousal.
“No, I’ll just pop them here, in my collection.” She moved to open her bedside drawer. I could see the pair I’d worn to the gym the evening before. In my hurry to leave, I’d left them behind.
Alix tossed the sodden pair in and slid the drawer shut. “They’re mine now,” she purred. “Leave the thigh highs. I like how they look on you. Now come here and lie down.”
Unseen by me, she had removed those silken covers; her nipples were large and stubby.
ooOOoo
Obviously, I’m no virgin; at twenty-eight, I’ve had my fair share of cocks inside of me, but my time with Alix bore no comparison.
To entwine my body with one so smooth, so soft, so delightfully aromatic, it was beyond mere words. When I masturbate, I often taste myself, the piquant flavour of my arousal adding to my pleasure. But to taste another woman for the first time, was out of this world.
We had lain kissing and caressing, exploring each other’s bodies. Alix’s nipples were large and almost rubbery, her areolas large and dark with little pebble-like bumps. Just light attention from my tongue elicited deep sighs of pleasure.
Her pussy lips were slight and long, darkly pigmented like her nipples. I delighted in dragging my finger along their length. Her juices flowed freely with every pass.
Her teeth grazed my pale nipples, which shot sparks of fire to my core. I was so aroused that my pussy was leaking heavily. My thighs, my pussy, my pucker, shone with my juice.
When her fingers penetrated me, my heart raced, my blood pounded in my ears. To her surprise, I drove my hips down, impaling myself on her digits. I screamed for more as she briskly fucked me.
I kissed her, tasting myself on her lips and tongue. It was time to repay the pleasure.
Still a little shaky from my own huge cum, I slowly kneeled up and moved between her long legs.
I traced her instep with my tongue, a hint of saltiness about her sweat. Carefully, I worked my way up her leg, a gentle kiss every few inches. I stopped short of her mound; her arousal assailed my nose.
Her other leg got the same treatment. Again, I paused short of heaven. Her breathing had deepened, her hips were twitching.
Gazing up at those beautiful green eyes, I smiled and took hold of her feet. I pushed them toward that magical pert ass, opening her fully to my gaze, and my tongue.
That first taste of another woman’s pussy will live with me forever. Her heat against my tongue, her natural aromas filling my senses. Her warm, soft core was slick against my face as I buried my tongue deep inside of her.
When she screamed her release, her juices filled my mouth and coated my face. I was so happy, so proud, to have given my first woman a huge core rocking cum.
Alix reached for me, pulling me back up the bed and into her arms. Tugging the covers over us, she turned to spoon me.
Exhaustion and contentment took over as I dropped off to sleep.
ooOOoo
I woke contented, sated. For the first time in ages, maybe ever, I had been fucked and fucked good. It dawned on me as I lay in a woman’s arms that I’d never had such amazing sex before.
She had given everything in pleasuring me, and I had, in my novice way, repaid her. It had been warm and soft and gentle. It had also been hard, brisk, and empowering.
I conducted a quick review of my body. My feet ached slightly; that was due to the heels I’d worn. My thighs felt a little tight, my nipples felt a little sore, as did my pussy. It was a good sore, a sore I wanted more of.
It was still dark outside, but dawn wasn’t far off. I lifted Alix’s hand from my breast and slowly slipped from her grasp.
Padding into her enormous en-suite, I did my business before rinsing our mixed juices from my face and thighs. My skin felt tight where it had dried.
Returning to the bedroom, I moved to the glass wall and looked out across the canyon.
The slightest hint of pink on the horizon. The canyon was still lost in darkness, just the silhouettes of trees and bushes beneath us.
The city lights twinkled as it started to awake.
Warm lips caressed my shoulder. “It’s beautiful, isn’t it?”
I murmured my agreement.
“Here, slip this on and step outside. The sounds and the smells are to die for.”
As I slipped into the sheer silk gown, Alix fiddled with a remote, and the glass wall parted before me.
“I’m going to put some coffee on and freshen up.”‘
I stepped outside, the cool air instantly perking my nipples through the silk kimono.
The air was still, with a building hint of warmth to come. It was fragrant with the smell of cacti and sagebrush.
The tranquillity added to my overwhelming sense of well-being.
A large mug of strong black coffee was thrust into my hands. I nodded my thanks and sipped the hot, bitter liquid.
“What do you think?”
“I think I’d never tire of seeing this,” I said as I leaned against the rail, clutching my mug.
Alix’s warm hand caressed my bare ass cheeks. My borrowed gown barely covered them.
I moved to part my legs, letting Alix’s hand delve between my ass cheeks, her fingers grazing my pucker, before catching my pussy lips.
My arms took my weight, resting on the rail as I bent forward to offer myself.
“Haley, do you trust me? I’d like to try something else. I’m sure you’ll enjoy it.” Her warm breath caressed my ear as she whispered to me.
“I do, I’ve never felt as I do right now, just take me.”
Alix didn’t speak; she just took my hot mug and placed it on a nearby ledge.
Her hands slipped up inside the gown, massaging my lower back and pushing me forward.
Something slick and firm pressed against my slit.
Alix’s legs were against mine, her heat was mingling with mine. That pressure against my pussy kept growing.
“Urrrgh!” My moan ripped the peace around us.
“Yes, Haley, take my strap-on, Honey, take it all.”
Her hips moved, that firmness sank deeper, filling me up, stretching me like no cock ever had.
“Urrrgh,” I moaned louder and longer as my pussy accepted the intruder.
“Grrrlll...” Below me, a Coyote howled.
Alix, happy that I’d taken her length without issue, set up a brisk pace, rhythmically fucking me against the railing.
I kept screaming in pleasure, and the coyote kept howling in response. Soon, a second one joined in.
My hand dropped between my thighs, my fingers seeking my clit.
My juices splattered against the deck as a huge cum ripped through me.
Alix stepped back. The strappy popped out of my body.
I turned on rubbery legs to watch her strum herself to climax.
Our eyes met, our lips close behind.
We kissed long and hard. Warming rays of the sun illuminated us.
“I’d love it if you could come back tonight,” Alix said, looking a little bashful; some of that self-assuredness had left her.
“Nothing would make me happier.”
I pulled her into my arms and kissed her hard.
ooOOoo
