A shiver ran all through James as the silver Lexus pulled up in front of the gym at five minutes until closing.  She was barely legal and the owner’s daughter – forbidden fruit.

Forbidden fruit that he had already sampled.

The night before was pretty much impossible to forget, and her arrival suggested that there was going to be a second set of that risky little workout tonight.

Her smile was more than a little sultry when Amy walked in the door, her amazing body once more clad in skin-tight lycra – pink this time.  “Hope it’s okay if I get my workout in after-hours again tonight?” she asked.

“No problem.  Go right ahead.  I’m going to lock up,” he responded.

“Thanks,” she said, and headed straight for the treadmills.

Between the suggestive smile and the extra sway in her hips as she strutted across the floor, James prayed her father didn’t decide to look at the camera feed.  There was also the fact that he couldn’t take his eyes off her hypnotic butt.

Fuck it.  I can find another job, and another gym if it comes to that, he thought.  Resisting the temptation of her was more or less impossible.

He did at least manage to keep on schedule, and headed over to the first machine to start his workout, since he’d already stretched before she arrived.  As he had the night before, he got into the zone.  Forgetting that she was there wasn’t in the cards this time, though.

He had to tear his eyes away from the sight of her breasts bouncing from her stride on the treadmill after his first set.  She was on the thigh machine when he finished his next set – the tight lycra she wore slipping into the crease between her legs.  He suspected she’d purposely chosen an outfit that she knew gave her camel toe.

I’m so fired if her dad checks the cameras, he thought while hydrating before hitting the next machine.

Her timing was as impeccable as it had been the night before.  She strutted toward him flushed from her workout and glimmering with sweat as he finished his final set of the evening.

She twitched her eyebrows as she passed him on the way to the locker room.

James made sure he’d thoroughly washed away the sweat of his workout, but there was no lingering in the shower this time.  He was already hard in anticipation of Amy repeating her gesture of gratitude again tonight.

When he shut off the shower, he turned to see her peeking around the corner.  She giggled and said, “Darn.  You caught me.”

She was naked when she stepped out from behind the wall – her goddess-like body adorned with drops and rivulets of water from the shower.  The dark curls on her mound sparkled as though they were hiding diamonds.  Her long, dark hair was soaked, with errant strands of it clinging to her skin.

James walked toward her as she approached, and they met near the sinks.  He didn’t hesitate in the slightest when she reached up to slip a hand behind his head, pulling him down into a kiss.

The kiss was positively electric.  It was passionate, but undoubtedly shot through with need.  He slipped one hand behind her neck, and she guided the other to her firm breast.  Her nipple was stiff against his palm as he caressed the taut and slippery globe.

When their lips parted and she reached down to curl her fingers around his cock, an image flashed though his head that was impossible to ignore.  He made his decision almost as quickly as the enticing thought crossed his mind, and reached down to cup his hands beneath her buttocks.

He wanted an actual taste of that forbidden fruit.

Amy let out a squeal of delight as he lifted her from the floor.  She wrapped her arms and legs around him, which helped, since they were both still slippery from the shower.  It also pressed those awesome tits against his skin, which set his cock to bouncing.  He turned around, took the couple of steps toward the sink counter, and sat her down on it.

“I’m supposed to be thanking you,” she said in a sultry voice as she leaned back against the mirror behind her and lifted her feet to plant them on the counter, spreading her legs.

“You are,” he said as he put his hands down and leaned in.

Her pussy was as pretty and flawless as the rest of her.  Her folds were almost perfectly symmetrical, just large enough to hide the treasure within, and a youthful pale pink in color.  Her womanly musk mingled with the faint, fruity scent of her body wash.  The scent filling his lungs caused him to moan and break out in goosebumps.

James snaked out his tongue and parted her nether lips, and a growl rumbled in his throat.  The tang of her juices was a consummate vintage, defying anyone not to drink until they were drunk on her nectar.  Amy cried out, and then moaned loud and long as his tongue delved deep into her satiny, fragrant, and delectable young pussy.

Her moan suddenly jumped in pitch and pinched off into a squeak when the tip of his tongue slipped beneath her hood to the center of her pleasure in a quick flick.

James circled his stiff tongue over her clit’s sheath, rolling the swollen bud beneath.  Amy sharply gasped three times in rapid succession from the spike of pleasure running through her.  One of her hands came to rest on the back of his head, while the fingers of the other glided in a feather-light caress over the muscles of his shoulders and back.

Thirst drove him back to the font of her intoxicating juices.  She was soaking wet, and it had nothing to do with the showers.  He circled his tongue within the opening of her canal, gathering up every drop he could reach.  The fingers on his back curled into claws, while the ones on top of his head attempted to tug on his close-cropped hair, but found little purchase.

Temporarily satiated, James dragged his broad tongue upward toward her hood, and assaulted her with strong licks that lifted the protective sheath, exposing her smooth and sensitive pearl to the slippery organ.  He felt her muscles tensing as a warbling cry escaped her.

A somewhat relieved-sounding whimper accompanied his tongue slipping back to her canal, but he sought only a sip of her slippery wetness.  Renewed by his taste, he quickly pressed his upper lip over her clitoral shaft and sucked.

She yelped once, and then again as he sucked her clit and his tongue darted over it.

Lost in her, he devoured her pussy as though it was his last meal.  He licked and sucked every inch of her, leaving no soft, sensitive centimeter of her to lack, while always returning to the center of her pleasure.

Her muscles tensed erratically – lifting her sex to his lips.  Her breathing quickened.  Her toes curled on the counter.  She insistently tugged on his head and shoulders as though she was attempting to pull him inside of her.  Whimpers and yelps tumbled from her lips as her pleasure mounted.  With that came a flood of her tangy wetness that drove him to even greater efforts.

Amy’s cries grew louder, filling him with exhilaration.  She began to writhe from the building ecstasy, and a chill of anticipation ran up his spine.  He gripped her thighs tight to prevent her from escaping, growled around the clit trapped between his lips, and mercilessly pushed her to the edge.

A wail of release echoed back from the walls as she surrendered to the beautiful agony.

Amy bucked and screamed in her throes – her legs clamped tight around him and her nails digging into his back.  James gave her no respite, lapping her climaxing pussy and reveling in her thrashing at the peak of rapture.

It was only when her cries grew pained and her breathing ragged that he eased off, allowing her to fitfully settle back to earth.  Reluctantly, he lifted his head from between her smooth thighs, only to have his lips curl into a hint of a smile.  Her face, neck, and even her chest were flushed a rosy red.  Her breasts heaved from her desperate gasps for breath.  Her pussy winked at him from the still-powerful contractions of her intimate muscles.

When she began to slide off the counter from the erratic and uncontrollable jerks of her body, he cradled her butt under his arm and braced her back with the other.  With some effort, he managed to help her sit up in a less precarious position with her legs dangling over the edge of the counter.

James stood with his body blocking her knees to keep her from sliding, caressed her silky-smooth legs, and watched her as she caught her breath.  He could still taste her on his lips.  The hot scent of her need still tickled his nostrils.  That combined with the vision of her slowly settling into the afterglow of her orgasm to make his cock throb angrily in demand of attention.

Amy’s eyes fluttered open, and she whispered in a weak voice, “Oh my god.”  A shiver rippled through her, making her gasp.  “I haven’t come like that in...  I don’t know if ever.”

She glanced over and clumsily batted at the faucet – managing to turn it on.  She let a little water fill her palm and then rubbed it over her still-flushed face.  She reached out and let a little more water fill her hand before splashing it on her face.  The cold water raining on her hot breasts caused her to stiffen and yelp.

James reached toward a towel he’d left on the counter, but she shook her head.  Once again, she went back for a palm full.  This time, she brought it to her lips.  He winced, thinking he wasn’t sure he’d trust the water that much.  Amy was parched enough to take a second drink before giving the faucet handle a push to shut off the water.

She offered a languid, satisfied smile, and beckoned him to her while leaning forward.  They met in a kiss, and Amy moaned in surprise as their tongues slipped over each other.  She pulled back slightly, and with her lips still touching his, she said, “I can taste me on your lips.”

A tug on the back of his head preceded a far more ardent and needy kiss.  It was his turn to groan when her other hand found his neglected erection.  She released it a second later to push on his abs while leaning back.

James allowed her to push him back, and then turned around at her silent direction as she slid down to the floor.  She grabbed the towel he’d left on the counter, and once he was facing her with his butt against the sinks, she grinned and dropped the folded towel at his feet.

“My turn,” she said with her eyes full of sultry promise.

Amy placed her hands on his chest, and let out a purring moan from the feeling of hard muscle beneath her fingertips.  Her hands slid down his body as she crouched down, and then knelt on the waiting towel.

She leaned in and kissed his erection while looking up into his eyes, and then her tongue snaked out.

James groaned and pushed away a few errant strands of her hair that were sticking to her face.  Amy licked him up and down, coating his stiff organ in saliva.  Her tongue tickled both the ridge at the top and the dangling orbs below as she wetted him down.  Then she curled two fingers around the root and straightened over her knees.

He prepared himself for the heavenly bliss of her giving him head.  She used her tongue to wrangle his bouncing organ, and then wrapped her lips around it.

It was every bit as sensational as the evening before.  The sexiness of her on her knees looking up at him while she sucked and tongued his glans was beyond compare.  Her sexy moans vibrating through his stiff manhood felt phenomenal, but the pure sound of them also said without a doubt that she was enjoying giving him pleasure as much as he was receiving it.

James reveled in it, and didn’t hold back the grunts and growls begging for release in response to her efforts.  The lines of her sculpted body and the subtle play of her muscles were pure art as she once again worshiped his cock.  He caressed her shoulders and let his fingers glide over her side to the swell of your firm young breasts as well.

She paused while suckling the tip for a particularly long time, and their eyes locked.  As soon as they did, hers flashed with sinful glee.

James grunted and his muscles contracted as her lips dived down – nearly to the two fingers encircling his cock.  He felt the tip slip into her throat at the bottom.  She sucked hard as her lips slid back up to the tip, and then she immediately reversed course toward the root again.

Apparently, giving head wasn’t the only skill she’d so expertly mastered.

Three more times she took him fast and deep.  Then, the two fingers holding his erection slipped away, and his cock vanished in her mouth again.  Fearful of choking her, James stood stock still and stared in astonishment at her with her lips wrapped around his root and her nose nestled in the closely cropped hairs above.  He could feel the tight circle of her throat contracting around him, and her tongue undulating against the underside of his fiercely throbbing organ.

After long seconds of swallowing him, her lips sealed tight around his hardness and slowly moved back to the tip.  It escaped her lips with a pop, and she drew in a quick gasp of air.  His cock was streaked with thick saliva, and bouncing wildly.

“God,” he growled as he looked down at her.

Amy’s eyes were watering as she lapped him and drooled even more thick and stringy spit onto his cock.  She offered him a crooked grin and then engulfed him in her mouth again.

James ended up with one hand on the back of her head and the other gripping the counter so hard that his knuckles were turning white.  It was a direct and wonderful counterpoint to the slow head she’d given him the night before.  Her head bobbed rapidly – wet hair whipping and slapping against her skin and his.

Most of her vigorous sucks only took in about half his length, but every few strokes of her lips, she would take him in her throat again and croak around him.  She kept it up for far longer than any woman had ever attempted before, leaving him awe-struck and building toward an explosion in an embarrassingly short amount of time.

Then she swallowed him to the root once more.

James grunted – breaths blasting from his nose – as she held him in her throat.  Her shoulders were heaving and he could feel her throat squeezing even tight around him.  Suddenly her lips parted, and an alarmingly loud croak accompanied her jerking away.

She coughed, sniffled, and blinked her tear-filled eyes as she mastered her rebelling stomach.  Long strands of spittle dangled from her lip and chin, tenaciously refusing to break even as her movements made them sway and dance.  He reached down to cup her cheek in his hand, which caused her lips to curl into a smile just before she coughed again.

Still sniffling, she wrapped her hand around his spit-slathered cock and jerked it.  Between her soft, talented hand and more than ample lubrication, she kept his pleasure mounting.

“You don’t have to,” he said in grunts, still cupping her cheek.

“But you loved it,” she responded.

He nodded.  “Fuck yes.”

“So do I.”

And with that, she took him back in her hot mouth.

She kept jerking him with her hand for a few seconds – her lips on the downstroke bumping into her fingers moving toward them.  When her hand fell away, her lips once again engulfed him in deep, quick strokes.

Her hot mouth, slippery tongue, and the head of his cock popping into her throat had him rising quickly.  He fought against the twitching of his muscles, doing his best not to gag her again.  Somehow, the tension mingled with his pleasure, giving it a white-hot edge that had him growling through his clenched teeth.

That’s when she swallowed him to the hilt again.

Her throat reflexively clenching around him was the final push that sent him to the edge.  Just as he was about to come straight down her throat, her mouth opened wide and she lurched away.  The moment his cock popped out of her throat, it uncorked the loudest croak yet, which was punctuated by a violent gag.

Amy sat back hard on her butt, her coughs all ending with choked-off gags.  James was past the point of no return.  His rapidly bobbing cock was more than enough to finish him off, and he resigned himself to jerking out the explosion that was now inevitable.

His hand had barely moved when Amy scooted forward, and forced herself back to her knees.  She grasped his cock and jerked it while looking up at him with tear-filled eyes.  Two strokes were all it took.  James bellowed as he ejaculated, slinging thick ropes of cum onto her chin and breasts.  A second eruption rapidly followed, further covering her in his cream.

Amy leaned in, wrapped her lips around him, and sucked hard while still stroking him with her hand.  Her tight lips and darting tongue milked out all he had to offer as he lurched and grunted.  Despite her unruly stomach, she swallowed every drop of his viscous, hot cream.

The moment he ceased to ooze, she let him go.  He collapsed back against the counter, and her butt slapped against the tiles of the floor with a loud smack.

James could barely keep his legs under him, and his trembling arms braced on the counter weren’t helping much.  Amy grabbed the towel to wipe her face and eyes, but rather conspicuously left his semen on her tits.  That she massaged into the skin of those stunning globes once she put down the towel.

It was too much.  He closed his eyes in acquiescence to his softening member vehemently objecting to the sexy display.

Amy gave one last sniffle, and then smacked his leg.  “Come on.  We’d best wash up and get dressed.  We’ve been in here too long.”

It took his post-orgasmic brain a couple of seconds to catch up, but then his eyes opened wide.  They’d been in the locker room for far too long.  If her father happened to look at the cameras, it would be suspicious in the extreme.

She was already up and heading for the showers by the time he pushed away from the counter.

They didn’t linger.  He washed the slobber off his cock and legs.  She rinsed her face, semen-smeared breasts, and spittle-dappled legs.

“I’m going to go get dried off and dressed,” she said as they shut off the water almost simultaneously.  She brushed her fingers over his slippery chest, moaned, and then turned to hurry away.

So worth it, he thought as he went to grab another house towel.