She walked into the gym like she owned the damn place, that black jacket slung loosely over her shoulders, barely containing the tight blue sports bra fighting to hold her tits. The matching blue shorts were criminal, clinging to her ass and thighs like a second skin, the fabric so snug I could see the faint outline of everything underneath. Every step made those powerful legs flex, the material stretching obscenely over her cheeks as she moved toward the treadmills.
I tried to focus on my lifts. I failed.
Sweat was already glistening on her exposed stomach when she finally shed the black jacket, tossing it aside like she was stripping for war. The blue sports bra was doing its best and failing beautifully, her breasts strained against the tight fabric with every movement, nipples faintly visible through the damp material as the workout heated her up. I wanted to rip that pathetic scrap of blue off with my teeth.
Later, when the gym emptied out and only the low hum of machines remained, I caught her in the stretching area. She was bent over, ass up, those tight blue shorts riding high between her cheeks as she reached for her toes. The sight snapped something primal in me.
I didn’t ask. I simply walked up behind her, grabbed her hips, and pulled her back against the hard bulge already straining in my shorts.
“You’ve been teasing me for weeks in this fucking outfit,” I growled against her ear, voice low and rough. “These tiny blue shorts… this sports bra that can barely contain you. You want to know what I’d do if I finally snapped?”
She didn’t pull away.
I spun her around, shoved her back against the mirrored wall, and crushed my mouth to hers: hungry, violent, tasting the salt of her sweat on her lips. My hands roamed greedily, palming her breasts through the tight blue fabric before yanking the sports bra up roughly, freeing them so I could latch onto one stiff nipple, sucking hard while my fingers dug into the soft flesh.
Then I dropped to my knees right there on the gym floor.
I peeled those soaked blue shorts down her thighs in one rough motion, exposing her glistening pussy. No patience. No mercy. I buried my face between her legs like a man starved, tongue dragging through her slick folds, lapping at her clit with long, filthy strokes. She tasted like sweat and pure sin. I groaned into her cunt as her hands fisted in my hair, thighs trembling around my head.
When her legs started shaking, I stood up, turned her around, and bent her over the weight bench. Those blue shorts were still tangled around one ankle as I freed my cock and slammed into her in one deep, brutal thrust.
“Fuck:so tight,” I hissed, gripping her hips hard enough to bruise. I fucked her relentlessly, the sound of skin slapping skin echoing through the empty gym. Every thrust drove her forward, her tits bouncing wildly, pressed against the cool leather of the bench.
I leaned over her, one hand wrapping around her throat from behind while the other reached beneath to rub her swollen clit in tight circles.
“Look at yourself in the mirror,” I snarled against her ear, voice dark and wrecked. “Watch how beautifully you take my cock while wearing nothing but this slutty little blue gym set.”
I pounded into her deeper, harder, feeling her walls flutter and clench around me as she came with a broken cry, soaking my shaft. Only then did I let go: thrusting wildly, chasing my own release until I buried myself to the hilt and filled her with thick, hot pulses, groaning her name like a curse and a prayer.
When it was over, I stayed buried inside her, both of us panting, sweat-slicked bodies trembling.
I pressed my lips to the back of her neck and whispered hoarsely,
“Next time you wear this outfit… I won’t wait until the gym is empty.”