Her blonde hair was wet and stringy with sweat, and her chest was heaving. She used going to the gym as an outlet when wasn't in a sexual relationship, and being a horny, single 26 y/o female, she went to the gym about five times a week. Amber was outgoing, had a stunning body, and had a unique beauty, but she never seemed to find a nice guy. Sure, she'd had the casual fuck every now and then, but she wanted more.
Just after finishing her 3-hour workout, she was heading to the change rooms, when she saw him. The object of many of her sexual fantasies and dreams for the last 2 months. He was the sexiest man she'd ever laid eyes on, and had been lusting after him; he drove her crazy. She'd strategically place herself behind him when his used the jogging machine, watching his tight arse and thighs.
She approached the machine he was working at today, sweat was pouring down his chocolate coloured chest; she just wanted to lick him. He looked over my way and flashed his pearly whites. She felt bolder at this encouragement, and walked right up to the gym apparatus, swaying her curvaceous hips sexily as she did.
"Hi, my name's Amber, what's yours?"
"Hi Amber, I'm Carson" His accent was smooth, like he came from Southern United States, and he was breathing heavily. His deep voice made her tremble with excitement.
"Nice to meet you Carson." She flashed his a seductive, licking her lips to make her attraction obvious. "Do you come here often?" She knew rightly well that he was here practically every day, and she started to wonder if she'd emphasised the word "come" too muchβ¦