Candy Store

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Romance  |  House: Booksie Classic

About a Women starting to work out at the new gym in town.

Candy Store

 

An out of shape single girl in the gym but hay, my twelfth time in the kickboxing I got a free smoothie. It tasted so good, but the feeling of working out hard and sweating my ass off felt so much better. It took a lot for me to get past the feeling everyone was going to be staring and making fun of the bigger girl wanting to get in shape. I was wrong as I sip this awesome protein shake gym friends come up chatting how class was and being so encouraging. Ashley even took a drink of my smoothie, who would have thought I just couple short weeks I would be accepted into this goop of people, people that work out, people that care about their body.  I have even gotten over the camera being in there, well almost. Matt comes up to talk about how his ass muscles are screaming. This what we think to be gay guy is a hoot, he has so much energy and really caring and always encouraging me. I think because he used to be really big too. He has lost all his weight and is very tone now, very nice looking guy now. He would make Melissa a great boyfriend if he were not gay. I guess he is gay, not sure tonight after class when he come up to me he started to get really hard and those sexy as hell gym shorts riding low on his hip does not leave much to imagine. I played his massively hard on to the fact that he had been moving and working out. It surely was not me, but standing their talking and only being able to see with my peripheral vision was killing me. Good thing it was big enough to see fine that way but part of me wanted to stare. As he walked away pulling his shirt up to wipe his sweet ridden face off I could see his very tone back muscle leading down to his firm ass. Ok back to reality damn this shake is good. Tuesday his here and I’m in the gym again killing myself but it feels so good. As I work on my arms I cant help but watch other people work out and interact with other gym members. Looking at the two on the elliptical I can’t help but watch this older man try to pick up this younger lady he so happen to get right by. I’m going to take it that it didn’t go so well being she just hopped of there and went to the crowded part of the gym around the weight were all the muscle men worked out. Rejection feels so bad but I must say sure looks so funny when watching it at the gym. Ok my arms are on fire now I think that’s good. Just as I was ready to give up Matt walks up all hot and sweaty from the treadmill how could I have not see him over there all this time. Hay girl how the workout going Matt acquired. Not wanting to tell him I was done I said on my last set. Cool he replied I will do the last set with you and he bends over and picks a much larger weight than mine we begin to pump it out. Watching his long fingers grips the dumb bells and he stoked each rep out. My arms were on fire I felt I could not go on but not wanting to quit. He must have been reading my mind. Come on girl you got this, don’t let your body win your in control. Push it Push it you can do it he pleaded to me as he kept pumping his own weights. It was so inspiring and encouraging and so caring how could I stop so I push my self the last few reps. as my last rep come Matt put his weights down and grabbed mine. He must have seen my exhaustion I suppose, but it was so carrying how he would stop his reps to take my weights so I didn’t have to put down or put up. Great job pushing thru those last few reps, you went best mode on them he said while lifting his big hand for a high five. Arms burning not sure if I could even do what he was requesting I manage to get my hand up there. Well I better get out here and finish working out see you tomorrow at kickboxing I hope he yelled as he went out the studio door. Of course you would I thought unless I could not move my arms in the morning, they are on fire, like rubber bands over stretched.

I show up early to get my spot in the back corner away from the camera. First one there I roll by bag into pace as the others ones file in and we start chatting before class. I walk with Melissa to get her weights from the studio. We have to walk thru the muscle ripped gym to get them. Admiring all the tight muscles some so big you can see there veins rapped around their muscles so sexy so hot and it don’t help that Melissa likes pointing out every one of them like a kid in a candy store. Its nice to know that she is also saving herself for marriage but being around all this sweat dripping muscle ripped testosterone I cant help but want to know what it be like to be slung around and taken but anyway back to reality class is about to start. As class starts the teacher informs us the camera is not working and that it was going to be a long hard workout and man she was not lying.  OMG I’m about to die, that had to be the hardest workout ever. It must have been all my sexual pinned up energy from walking thru the candy store before class. I feel tightness in my back and have never had back pain I will have to scotch that up to that 45 sec Planck I just pulled off. Only because I could see Matt’s leg muscles in front of me I couldn’t drop to breath or I would have had to take my eyes off his very tone legs and ass tightened body.  As the last few were walking out Matt ask if my back was ok. How could he have known I didn’t say anything, was my posture giving it away. Was he so in tune to my actions he could tell, I said yes I’m fine not wanting him to feel sorry for me, or think I was a wimp. Your not fine he replied quickly I can tell your giving to it, coming into my corner I could tell he was not happy I lied to him, but as he walked closer to me I could tell he was happy about something. This Matt guy has got me confused if he was gay how could he be that way around all these women in class, and furthermore how could he be that way about me. I’m not anything to look at, but that does not change the fact he was hot and sweating and coming into my comfort zone with a very attentive shaft. Turn around and let me see if I can help you stretch that out he demanded. Like he had the right to tell me what to do, but the authority in his voice had me spinning around. As he pushed his long fingers into my shoulders his strong hand massaging into my upper back I started to melt. Melt in places I didn’t know could melt. It felt so relaxing on my back but yet the rest of my body was tighten up.  The lower he went down on my back the hotter I became. I could feel my body wanting more of him, more of his touch, I didn’t want it to stop but he was running out of real estate he was to my hip line so I knew the end was near. As he rubbed my hip line chill bumps overtook me I was tingling from the inside out when he leaned up to whisper in my ear, if its ok with you I can get a better grip on your skin if you don’t mind me sliding my hands under your shirt. How do I say hell yes without sounding needy, without sounding like I wanted him to just rip it off of me. When he leaned in to whisper I could feel his shaft rub against my tight spandex covering my ass. It felt rock hard how, why he’s gay and I’m far from his type. How could I not long for him to not rip my cloths away and use that hard thing on me so I simply replied if you want to. As his long fingers made his way under my shirt he informed me he would not have asked if he didn’t really want to. As he rubbed me with his strong hands making his way around my curves I could not understand why he wanted to do this, why me. I could sense my heated spot was burning with passion. Something I had never experienced before. He was half way up my back squeezing and rubbing, the pain I had in my back had gone and I had nothing but passion running in my veins. I didn’t not wasn’t this to stop when he pulled his hands out from under my shirt. Walked around and slammed the punching bag flat on the ground. In an almost demanding way he ask me to lay across it so that it would stretch my back out as he rubbed it. Reluctant to get that venerable with anyone much less one I didn’t even know what well, I did as he ask. Knowing I was being controlled more by my passion to be touched by him than the reality that anyone could walk in on us. Although class had been over for 15 min and the odds was good that we was going to be alone. After I got on my knees and laid over this punching bag, of sex pillow I was not sure at this point which one I was wanting it to be. As his long fingers made his way back to where he had left of, the higher he rubbed my back the more his hard shaft rubbed on my ass. I could feel so well with these spandex pants on. As his long fingers gripped my shoulder his shaft would ram into my folds. It was making me wet down there. Wetter than I had ever felt. He had to know what he was doing to me but yet he was not stopping at one point it ask me if it felt good. Really good, good that was the only word he could come up with. I could tell he was enjoying as much as I was because of how hard it had become. I managed to calmly reply yes my back feels better, trying to see if he was rubbing for just my back or if he was enjoying this as much as I was. As he rubbed back down my back with those long fingers pushing hard into my back, I could not help but let out a quite moan, hoping he didn’t hear that. As he got to my lower back his shaft pulled away from me and I had a rush of disappointment come over me. It was rubbing me in my folds, in the best spot imaginable and he moved it. As he got to the edge of my spandex pants I wanted to cry out in disappointment but it still felt good having his strong hand massage my lower back where the pain had started from. As if it could not get any more erotic he leans up putting his weight on me and his shaft right back where it needed to be with a hard thrust his says lowly can I pull your spandex down enough to get a good job on your lower back. I could not refuse at this point but what if he pulled to far down, what if he was not happy with what he seen after that. Would this feeling flee from me, would yet being rejected again come my way. I managed to moan out a quiet sure. That is all I could muster up to say with all these emotions of passion and rejection flooded my brain. He slowly lowered my spandex down to about half ass. More than needed to finish my back for sure. As he rubbed lower down my back close to my tail bone I could not help the passion roaring in my. I could feel my self slightly rocking against his strong hands rubbing my lower back. Knowing he had full view of half my untoned ass, I could not help to wonder why he had not called this erotic roller coaster to a halt. I just knew that would be the deal breaker but yet he had those long fingers working back up me. Not exactly where my body was longing them to go, knowing the fact that he must have liked what he seen and that he left them half down when he come back up on me made my passion burn I don’t know if I can take him rubbing those strong hands back up me again or the trust of his shaft on me. Trying to hold back the pleasure of this experience the moment he gripped my shoulders with those long fingers and his shaft hitting my warmth with only his thin shorts between it and me sent me exploding. Keeping everything but the juices contained I only let out a slight whimper. But I noticed with every grind to my shoulder his breathing was getting faster and louder. Is this what dry humping felt like could it feel any more pleasurable. Him now grabbing my shoulders almost to grind harder, his breathing turned into a low growl. His shaft with every pull was pounding into my passion I could feel his pleasure thru his shorts, hell I could feel his wetness too or mine at this point I don’t know which. I knew that if this didn’t end soon I was going to explode inside. Between his low growls and his timed trust on my passion I could not help myself he made me let out a louder that pleasing squeal and a release I had never felt before.  I could not help but moan it was saving grace, it was powerful, and it was exhausting. With my squeal his body tightened over mine. Resting his weight on me I could feel his shaft pulsing against me. Did we just release for dry humping, hell I don’t know why it would be called dry humping. As he pulls himself off me he begins to apologizing as if he did something wrong. I’m sorry for doing all that I swear that was not my intentions. I only wanted to loosen your back, but the closer my body was to yours the more excited I become. As he kept apologizing and helping me up he could see that I had released as much or more than he had luckily we had just worked out and could blame it on the sweating in class. As we gathered ourselves up he ties his sweater around my waist and informs me that no one had ever made him release like that before. Never without having fiscal contact. Still not sure why I could be the one to bring him that much pleasure, without full contact but I could not help but smile. A whisper in my ear as I walked in front of him, see you next class. I knew this would not be the end of it.


Submitted: July 30, 2015

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PLEASE LEAVE COMMENTS this is my first short story would like to know if worth writing more. please comment good and bad

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