Introduction
Darren watched his glistening penis disappear between the saturated lips of her pussy. Her two, toned ass cheeks lifted and his shaft slowly slid back into view before she reversed her movement, sliding him back up inside her hot opening again.
He leaned back on the toilet seat they were sitting on, while she leaned forward slightly. She was sitting on top of him and bracing herself against his knees with her hands. Her long auburn pony-tail hung down the length of her back while her hands gripped his legs tightly. Her bottom rose and fell, eating up his cock as she pushed down and squeezing it out as she lifted, again and again. Her breathing became gradually quicker and her moans slowly louder as she increased her pace.
Darren felt his own pleasure growing. He leaned forward, pressing his chest against her back and lifted them both up into a standing position. Darren turned them both about to fact the seat and guided her to lift a leg up onto the seat so he could push into her more deeply. Darren had almost fallen out but he grabbed her hips and thrust himself all the way back inside her. She gasped and doubled over to hold the top of the toilet. He reached forward and under her sports bra to cup her small but firm breast beneath.
Darren heard movement in the cubicle next to them. He reached forward to put a finger to her lips as warning, but she missed his signal and started sucking his finger instead. He took his finger away to clasp her hips once again and began to thrust faster in and out of her, feeling her lips begin to squeeze upon his shaft as her own excitement grew. He watched her reach under herself and begin to touch her wetness, simultaneously sliding two fingers up over her lips and around his thrusting shaft. She then started to rub against her clitoris. The effect was immediate.
"Faster Darren! Harder!" she growled, thrusted back against him.
Darren paused for a moment to listen to gauge if anyone outside the cubicle had heard him but, hearing nothing, quickly resumed his thrusting at her urging.
"FASTER!" she commanded in an animalistic growl that he was sure was loud enough for everyone in the toilet block to hear.
He responded by grabbing both of shoulders and pounding into her. She dropped her leg down from the toilet and bent forward further, her head resting on the closed toilet lid. He thrust harder and faster, feeling himself on the verge.
"God yes!"she cried out and he groaned with pleasure.
He felt himself spurt and release inside her. "Fuck!" he groaned, thrusting forcefully three more times before he finally pushed himself all the way in and held himself pressed against her ass. He felt as the last of his cum leaked out deep inside her.
She continued in push back against him and grind her hips when she abruptly gasped and quivered.
"Fuck yes, fuck, fuck, YES!!"
He felt her whole body shake in pleasure as pressed back against him gradually slowing her movements. He pushed himself slowly back in and out of her as her orgasm faded.
Darren lifted her back into standing position and they stood together for a moment, lost in the aftermath of their own pleasure. Darren heard some applause from outside the cubicle door and then a couple of men sharing a laugh before the sounds faded and they were left in silence again. Darren stood upright holding her close and embracing her tightly. She leaned her head back against his chest, still breathing heavily.
Finally, they broke apart and she turned around and reached up to pull him down into a deep kiss.
"Thanks for another great Personal Training session Darren!" she smiled, flicking the hair that had come loose away from her face. He grinned back and she turned around and bent over to pull her yoga pants back up. Darren sat back down on top of the toilet to begin pulling up his own shorts and to admire the view.
"Always a pleasure to see you too Mrs Jones," he said admiring her from behind. She looked around with a cheeky smile and wiggled her bottom for his benefit.
"I'm sure it is naughty boy!"
He admired the tone of her ass as she slowly stepped into her tiny yoga pants and slipped them up her long legs and over her taut cheeks. She then turned around to pull her sports top back down over her firm little breasts. The lines of her stomach moving tantalisingly with her efforts.
"You are looking great Mrs Jones!' he commented with appreciation, as she turned to leave.
"Mr Jones thinks so too!" she winked as she opened the door to the cubicle, "The extra sessions we are doing are working wonders." She then peeked out the door, quickly skipped out and darted out of the male toilet block.
Darren finished pulling up his board shorts and slipped out of the public toilet block himself and straight out onto the beach. He dropped his towel upon the white sand before running down to water's edge and diving in. The water was cool against his skin and he felt reinvigorated immediately. He wandered back to his towel and relaxed a little, listening to sounds of the beach.
Darren rested upon the white sand, his eyes closed, enjoying the quiet. He feeling the soft caress of the sea breeze upon his face and listened to the whisper of the waves as they washed upon the beach. He laid back into the warmth, dug his toes in the soft sand and let the early morning sun wash over him.
"Looking good Darren!"
Darren's eyes flickered open as two pairs of shapely legs and two very toned bottoms, tightly clad in yoga pants, flashed by. He took note of the auburn pony-tail swinging aside to reveal a cheeky smile, as the two ladies ran by.
"I'm just telling Margaret about the extra sessions you run!" she said with a wink over her shoulder.
