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My Day at the Gym

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I'm at the gym in the darkened cardio room. The equipment: bicycles, treadmills, stair steppers are lined up in twenty rows across and to the back of the huge room. The manic rush hour office crowd has come and gone, and now the strength builders and serious runners have settled in for the afternoon.

Then there's me.

I select a treadmill at the front of the row of machines. Behind me are the bicycles and steppers going all the way in the far wall.

I love being the center of attention. I mean that it is NICE to be the center of attention -- anywhere except at the gym. Because by not thinking about who is watching me I can let the endorphins kick in and just go!

So I'm working on my concentration and getting into it. The muscles are warming up and I pull the hoodie off my head. The big screen televisions hang against the wall ahead glowing like stage lights. Anyone that can see me from behind, which is nearly everyone in the room, will see my hair bouncing side to side as a sharp black silhouette against the blue lights of the TV screens.

But I'm not going to think about that. I'm into my workout and myself and having a good time. I unzip the front of my hoodie sweatshirt and pull it off as if I were a high school track star running my ass off in front of hundreds of cheering teenage fans.

But I'm in the gym, and I'm not in high school, so after pulling off the shirt, I drop it at arms length onto the floor, dainty-like. Aah Freedom.

My I-pod begins to play the rain and thunder intro to Riders on the Storm. Nice. I pull out my ponytail and with one hand raised, I loosen my ponytail and run my fingers through the strands.

My t-shirt has fallen off one shoulder. I love it because it makes me feel sexy. Without thinking about it, I wriggle my shoulder and the t-shirt falls further of my shoulder and down my arm, exposing more shoulder and most of my back. I think about my bra. It's pink. If anyone were looking at me, this could be erotic! But no one's looking, so what of it?

I'm hot and hot and bothered and because no one's watching, I take off my t-shirt. Just pull it off. What the heck! My pink athletic bra is the same as what many young ladies wear to the gym.

On television, a car drives fast along a dangerous mountain road. It is raining and the car is moving forward faster into the night. I watch as I listen to the Doors, I am moving fast in the dark like the car. I gasp in air, shift into a faster pace and let my hands free to grab my hair up above my head. With both hands stretched above my head for balance, I am one with the car.

My body is so into it. I let my hair go and it falls away and I move my hands down to feel my chest and muscles, then and move further down to my tits. They are tight and I start to think oh oh. But no one's watching, so what of it?

I am breathing heavily now as I continue to follow the car and listen to my music. My hands rest cupped around my breasts. I don’t know how long they've been there. I pull myself up straighter and let my hands move up and down from breasts to ribs to stomach. Slow and nice. I close my eyes.

When Pink comes on I almost have an orgasm and decide that I should come to the gym more often.

I end my ride bending and stretching, nice and long next to my treadmill. I flip my hair back up on my head, tying it in a little bun because I have lost the little tie that held it up earlier. I turn around to face the room. There is a quiet tenseness. It's too dark to see, but get a strong desire to be lifted up and paraded around the room on the hands of what feels like a very appreciative audience. If they wanted to, I'd let them.

But no one is watching me, I insist to myself. Still, as I reach down to grab my sweatshirt, the idea makes me smile.

When I leave the room I almost skip.

The end

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