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Reflections And Fantasy

As her legs pumped, Sandy looked over the top of the display on her elliptical. The music droned on in her ears as she passed the time stealing glimpses at the meatheads in the weight room.

She watched as the groups of men who traveled in small packs grunted and groaned with too much enthusiasm as they moved from exercise to exercise. She had been going to the gym for months, to fill the largely open void in her evening social schedule and because of the years of stories she heard telling how health clubs were nothing more than meat markets.... Oh the great stories she had heard from her girlfriends over the years about the muscle-bound Adonis who simply wouldn't leave them alone. The suggestively laden banter and playful conversation that elevated heart rates, fit bodies, and an overabundance of testosterone that would bring about the wildest of sexual adventures.

For months, she toiled away watching from the distance as the people in the weight room went about their business. It seemed a strange a foreign land. Many of those who came to the weight room were different, yet the same. There were the aging athletes, some more than 25 years older than she was. There were high school kids, couples, and jocks. Finally, there was a group of large, scary men who seemed to be engaged more in some primitive ritual of testing their strength without killing themselves rather than anything to do with being healthy.

Over those months, one man in particular caught her attention. He was a mountain of a man who moved with intense purpose. From time to time, she would catch a reflection of his ice blue eyes and their blazing fury in the mirror as he approached his next exercise. Those eyes of his gazing into hers with lust filled intensity. She melted at the thought of those eyes, staring back at her knowingly. Longingly. Lustily. She could only imagine his strong jaw and long locks hovering over her led his lips from hers, kissing inch by inch across her chest, then on to suck each breast. Then his warm breath would tickle- her stomach just before his lips parted hers and met her pussy, his tongue moving methodically with long and slow motions, teasing and tempting her with its soft and wet warmth. She would moan in delight as he pressed his tongue into and out of her before licking her intently all over again. His hands wondered from her womanly hips, finally taking her breasts in his hand before playfully squeezing her nipples. She could almost hear herself squealing with delight at the sensations and could feel herself as she began to move against his mouth pressing harder, her hips driving into him. She could visualize those eyes, those ice blue eyes staring sinfully back across her stomach, and over her firmly held breasts at her as she came.

But he was little more than a fantasy that helped pass the time of her own workouts. It was at least better than just listening her MP3 player. Over time, she turned the drudgery of an hour long cardio workout into 90 minutes or more, lost in her thoughts of him. Effortlessly stealing glimpses in the mirrors as he moved, her own body worked feverishly to cool itself as her heart raced from exertion and excitement. She learned which nights he would be toiling away for her pleasure and, like clockwork, she watched him perversely from a distance. She imagined those eyes gazing at her. Sandy wanted to be his prey, and she was more than willing to surrender to his desires.

Over the past few months, her new fitness regime had emphasized her curves, her hips more shapely, her butt still tight, full and round. She closed her eyes and imagined herself standing before him and slowly undressing, his eyes drinking in her shapely body as she removed her shirt brazenly in front of him, her chest bared in all its glory, still dripping hot from her workout. She would turn her back to him, remove her shorts and panties before jumping onto the massage table and sliding beneath its sheet. His hands would slowly pour the warm massage oil on her and kneading the tight muscles in her back as she melted into the table. He would caress her tight thighs, his hands drawing the lengths of her tired legs from her buttocks to her ankles over and over again. Wondering between her thighs as she would lift her hips, his fingers would explore her gently at first until she found herself with her ass raised into the air moving herself forcefully into his hand as his slid his hard fingers in and out of her dripping wet pussy. Smacking playfully at her butt cheeks with his other hand, she would close her eyes and bury her face in the table, screaming in sheer ecstasy at the sensations his long thick fingers would create as they easily glided into and out of her from behind.

Sometimes she wondered why he always wore long sleeve pants and sweat shirts. Could it be that his body was not all it seemed? After all, he was nothing more than a solitary figure moving in the distance. One that no one approached, she noticed.

One night, she caught the reflection of bead of sweat rolling across his brow over his cheek, finally falling free from his rugged chin. At that split second, she imagined herself beneath him. His breath would be heaving as his thick penis would slid in and out of her dripping pussy. His chest would be bare. His body, seemingly cut from stone except for the heat and delicate friction pressing against and into as that lone drop of perspiration, would dance from his handsome face onto her breasts. She could almost feel his body against hers as he moved in rhythm with her sensing what she longed for, knowing what she desired as her back arched and her body tensed, holding on to his shoulders for one last second before being overwhelmed with her own release. All too soon, her time in this world that she had created for herself ended and she went off to the remainder of her equally unfulfilling night.


Occasionally, someone would say hello to her, or even ask a question. A litany of worshippers they were not. Nice but polite interaction began to take place between herself and other familiar club members who always seemed to be there at the same time. Sandy blushed as she wondered if the others timed their schedules around a particular piece of eye candy. It seemed silly, but if she was doing it, odds were that she wasn't the only one. The question continued to eat at her as she watched him move, his strides graceful but bursting with power as he crossed the room again and again casting his image in the countless mirrors that surrounded him.

Was he shy? No one ever approached him, probably because he was not one to make eye contact. Shyness was something she could certainly relate to. Oh she could help him with his shyness. She would coax him from his shirt, her long hands caressing his bulging shoulders and flat hard stomach as she began to unbuckle his belt and unzip his jeans, one millimeter at a time. Each soft kiss would grow deeper with the promise of what was to come. His hands would find the small of her back and pull her closer as she touched him though the denim. His passion would have risen and it begged to be let out as she strained to stand tall enough to kiss his neck playfully and whisper her intentions into his ears. Her words would cause him to blush as his heart raced in anticipation of things he had only ever imagined as she would whisper her intentions into his ears.

Finding her way to the locker room,. she just couldn't let go of thoughts of him. She stood in the shower water caressing her body, washing herself, imagining it was him caressing each and every inch of her wet being. Pressing her back into the cold stone wall as the warm streams of water washed over her, she could almost feel his firm touch, his hands strong and rugged on her body. He would hold her tightly as the water rushed over her chest and onto his lips as his mouth devouring her breasts, and they would lust after each other.

Standing and lifting her onto him in one smooth motion, he would enter her over and over, his hands guiding her motions as she worked herself onto him again and again. Each time she would move and strain to feel his thick cock thrust deeper and deeper inside of her. One arm bracing her against the wall to the side, the other she would place around his neck as she balanced herself precariously on him while he would thrust to the edge of her pussy and then all the way in to fill her with long, slow thrusts. His chest would press into hers as she rose and she fell endlessly.

Drifting back to reality, she stifled her moans and heavy breaths. Surely there were others within earshot just beyond the curtain that obscured her from the remainder of the showers. The ongoing fantasy gave way to the reality of her own touch and her growing lust, her hands touching and caressing as she drifted from the present to the fantasy and back again, imaging his blue eyes gazing into her. He would see not only her eyes, but her very soul. Finally, bringing her own release, she fought the desire to scream in pleasure and satisfaction. The cold stone on her backside, head thrown back and legs weak from exhaustion, she collapsed onto the tile floor of the shower stall, waster coursing over her as she continued to stimulate herself. After this orgasmic shower, she came down slowly, finally catching her breath.

As the last wave subsided, it was as if he had been there. Her mind lied to her body with the sensation of where his hands had been. She lingered in the water, drinking in the release and the place where she had given herself satisfaction. This place, while not all together public, was certainly not private. Awash with feelings of excitement and daring, she finished washing and dressed, her hands tracing the curve of her hips as she stared at her transformed body in the mirror.

She headed out into the lobby and suddenly, there he was. Washed and groomed in jeans and a Polo shirt, his eyes were no less beautiful, but with out the seemingly cruel vacant intensity she had come to associate with them. His face even more handsome than she recalled from her sexual visions. His bulky sweats had betrayed the lean and strong body now on display.

His smile was wide and easy and his manner confident but unassuming as he carried on with the Jim at the front desk. Jim was the only person there who knew Sandy by name. Did you have a good workout he asked?...

She replied, Of course.... If they only knew.

For the first time, she made eye contact with the man she had watched anonymously in the distance. As her name left her lips to introduce herself, she wondered how this would change things for her. Would having met him in this world, the world of reality, kill her dreams? In the end, it did quite the opposite as they stood at the desk chatting.

Finally, she had a story to tell to her friends about the guys at the gym. She wasn't sure about was exactly how much to tell them.

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