The hullabaloo about the new cycle studio reached a crescendo a few weeks later when their doors opened and fitness enthusiasts from around the city vied for a place on one of the lists. In order to attend a class, participants had to reserve a bike in advance, once they got on the 'list' they were assured a seat in class. Sam thought the whole concept was a hassle. He was more of a last minute 'lets go out there and get it' kind of guy. The idea of having to schedule a workout made the whole experience even more unappealing. It must be the crowd he hangs out with, because lately, he felt like everyone was talking about this studio and to be frank, it was really starting to get on his nerves. With everything happening in the world, there wasn't anything more exciting or riveting to discuss?
Sitting in his cubicle, working on a thoughtless project, he contemplated whether he should start branching out and finding some new friends when he got a text from Maggie. It had been about a week since he'd last seen her. He smiled at the thought of their last time together. They had gone for a run in Central Park, then hooked up at her place before having dinner together. The hook up was the best part - because Maggie was so uninhibited.
She's does things like pull up her top to flash her tits when there's an opportunity to having sex in the bathroom at the Metropolitan Museum of Art - because Picasso made her horny. Their last night together, she answered the door stark naked - without a care about who may have been out in the hallway to see her. Part of him felt like she wanted someone to see her. Maybe to shock them or turn them on. He wasn't sure, but the thought of it was so fucking hot.
That night, they had incredible sex in the shower and he remembered how she would pull him deeper into her by tightening her legs around him. They ate dinner naked and midway through his chicken souvlaki, she climbed on top of him and began kissing him. She started at the pulse she found at the base his neck and worked her way up, slowly, to his ear. Kissing around the rim, nibbling and licking it gently. She whispered huskily about how much she wanted him; what an incredible lover her was.
She kissed her way across his cheek finally finding his mouth, sucking and biting his tender lips with hers. Her big beautiful tits rubbed against his body, the pink tips brushing against his chest hair. His mind in a fog, he found himself lost in the moment, swept away with her ministrations when he realized that he was hard as a rock and needed to have her. She smiled at his realization because it meant she was going to get it good.
His hands moved to her waist and lifted her gently over him so she was positioned right over his cock - and he lowered her - with her help, onto his big, hard shaft. She didn't take her eyes off of him as she felt his throbbing head at the opening to her sweet pussy. She could feel him spread her apart and enter her tightness, opening her gently and sliding inch by inch into her until she was fully impaled onto him. The feeling was absolute heaven.
Looking into his eyes, she began to ride him - very slowly at first. It was as if she were barely moving. She wanted to feel every vein, every throb, every inch of him slide into her, then out. Then back in again. Heaven.
