A Good Girl at the Gym.
It's very quiet in the gym. There's no music; no sound of weights being dropped: the treadmills are still. There were no cars in the parking lot when I arrived; there's no one here at all. There's enough ambient light to make my way to the locker room. I switch on the light there so I can take pictures for you. Something new today; a loose white shirt with a deep v neck which shows a little more cleavage than I realized when I bought it. It's also a little more sheer than I thought, too. I can definitely see my nipples through the translucent fabric. I reach into my gym bag for my leggings. Uh oh! There's nothing else in the bag but my tennis shoes and the little kit with earbuds, a tin of candies and a bottle of mostly frozen water. Rats! I was really in the mood to be your gym girl today.
Hmm. Maybe I can just wear this red knit skirt. It's stretchy and I can certainly move in it. Since I don't really have another option, I'm going to wear it. It's rather short, but I'll be careful. Besides, there's no one else here. Right? I grab my drink and tuck my phone into the small purple bag with the Jolly Ranchers and my earbuds. I lock the rest up and head over to the rowing machine in the back of the gym. I glance out the front door; there are still no cars out there. I stop and listen. It's almost eerie in the silence; my footsteps echo loudly as I cross the floor. I open the door to the basketball court and walk across it to the little room with the rowing machine and a couple other machines and weight benches. It's dark back there, too. There's enough light so I don't trip over anything, but the corners are definitely in shadow. I reach for the light switch but hesitate.
No, I think I'm going to leave them off. I've been here often enough. I know where things are. I set the controls on the rowing machine; sync the podcast I've been listening to; pop a cinnamon candy into my mouth; grab the handles and begin rowing. Maybe it's the erotic story I'm listening to or the motion of my arms causing my shirt to brush across my nipples with each stroke or the eeriness of doing all this in near darkness, but I'm beginning to feel very tingly.
The rowing cycle finishes and I have time for a bit of a break before the next round. A long drink from the icy water in my bottle quenches my thirst and gives me an idea. I really like the sensation of cold on my nipples.
I tip the bottle ever so slightly to drizzle a little bit of the cold water over my nipples. The shriek of surprise seems to bounce off the walls as the cap falls off and a liter of ice water cascades down my chest. Wow! That was cold. My top is drenched and no longer just a little translucent. Now it's completely transparent. My nipples are taut little buds poking out from my see-through shirt.
Since there's nobody here to see -- and actually it feels pretty good -- I might as well keep going on the rowing machine. I grab the handle and set the timer for another session. I begin rowing, the tension of the machine set to the highest level as usual. What's not so usual is the sensations I'm getting this time around. Whether it's from the dark empty gym, the feeling of the cool wet shirt on my hard nipples, the rowing itself or some combination of all three, every little motion as I row is causing a little zing to my clit. It feels good and kinda naughty.
It makes me want to be naughty. After all, it's been a while since I've been able to play for you. I'm a little concerned about someone coming into the gym but I'm pretty sure I will be able to hear anyone and besides, no one ever comes back here. It's dark and I'm sure no one could see anything. So...
Hmm. I'm feeling very naughty. You do like to watch me playing with my nipples but since it's dark in here, you wouldn't be able to see anything. It takes just a second to slip off my panties and tuck them away into my bag. I adjust my skirt so everything is covered and continue rowing. Well, everything was covered but with each stroke I row, my skirt creeps up higher and higher until it's puddled in my lap. I can't see anything from my vantage point but the top of my thighs. However, I'm sure anyone looking from the front could definitely see my pussy.
The motion of my arms as I row is causing my breasts to rub against my wet shirt. My nipples are hard little buds right now. My pussy is very wet. I can feel the tingle pulsing from my nipples to my clit. I take a break from the rowing machine. I don't want to cum. Well, at least not until I'm ready.
I walk out into the main section of the gym. There's still no cars in the parking lot and the lights are still off. There are lots of windows in the front so it's much brighter out here. I chose a machine for my arms this time so there's no danger of my skirt riding up {unless I want it to}. I adjust the weights and sit down. This machine is right in front of the door so I always feel like I'm on display. I reach into my bag to grab a piece of candy and my fingers brush against that toy you asked me to try. Ooh! This could be fun.
I pull out the little hot pink toy with a remote control to match. I can't hear any cars driving into the parking lot but I decide to peek out the door just in case. No, there's no one there. I step behind the desk and slide the head of the small dildo into my wet pussy, testing it to make sure it'll stay put. I wiggle it around until the vibe is positioned just right against my clit. I turn it on the lowest setting and shiver as the toy buzzes against that sensitive little nub.
I walk from behind the desk and head back to the door. Still no cars. Good. I like the idea of being watched as I cum, but it's probably better as a fantasy. I glance up and see the security camera focused right on the weight machine I'm going to be using. Hm. I could move, but I think I'd rather just keep the toy barely turned on. Me? I'm very turned on. Very very turned on.
As I sit down on the padded seat, the dildo pushes further into my pussy and the vibe slides between my wet labia and oh, my! That feels very very good. The motion of my arms makes my breasts flex, the nipples brushing against my damp shirt with each movement. I'm very tempted to spin the control a few clicks but I refrain. It would feel even better, but I'll wait. I'm a very patient little sub.
My session with the weight machine ends and it's time to switch to the treadmill. I gather up my things and head back to the women only section of the gym. It's a short little walk, just a few steps really, but I shivered and tingled the entire way. I step on the treadmill, adjust the settings on the machine and begin walking. I reach for the remote control to click it up a little bit more.
Uh oh. It's not in my bag. I look on the floor. Not there either. I must have left it in the front. I retrace my steps to retrieve the bright pink controller.
I look all around the weight machine I was just on. Nothing there. I suppose it could have rolled under the water cooler. I get down on all fours to peek under the machine. Oooh! The angle of the toy must have changed just enough for me to feel the vibrations even more. It's subtle but there's definitely a bit more buzz now. I rock back and forth for a little bit, just to enjoy the sensations before I stand up. The controller wasn't there.
I make a slow turn in place, looking everywhere I think it could be. Nothing. The buzz has subsided just a little. I guess the batteries are almost dead or maybe the remote's out of range somehow. The only other place it could possibly be is under the furnace. I peer around the floor, but it's dark and I really can't see anything pink. I bend over once again and sweep my hand under as far as it will go. Nothing but a few dust bunnies. The buzz has dwindled down to almost nothing now. I sigh and take one last circuit around the main gym before I head back to the women's only section to gather up my things and head home. I'll turn off the toy and toss it in the garbage can on my way out.
Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck! OH FUCK! My clit and my pussy are overwhelmed with such intense vibrations I almost came right on the spot. I shudder and then, just as quickly as it began, the toy is completely still. I take a deep breath and let it out slowly. My legs feel quivery. The juices from my arousal have pooled around the dildo and are dripping down my thighs. My clit is hard and throbbing. I am so close to cumming.
The toy is obviously malfunctioning. Although the sensations are shiver-inducing, I'm just a little bit worried about getting zapped ~ and not in the good way ~ so I'm going to just take it out right now.
I step behind the reception desk and reach under my skirt. I couldn't help the little yelp that accompanied the wave after wave of undulating vibrations coming from the toy still tucked into my pussy and wedged against my clit.
I whirl around as the low tones of a man's voice says "Looking for this?" and I see the missing remote in his outstretched palm.
I'm sure my face was as pink as that remote, but there was nothing I could do. It was obvious he knew exactly what it was and what it did. I let out one little sigh, took a deep breath and said, "Yes. It's mine. May I have it?. I reached out to take it, still trembling from the vibrations from the toy. The toy he now controlled.
"No, I don't think so," he said, adjusting the dial until the vibrations were barely registering. He stuck the device into his pocket and grinned. "I think I'm going to keep it for a while longer."
