Last winter seemed unusually long. It was as if I had spent an eternity in wool pants and a sweater. Awaking on the first warm day, I put on shorts and a t shirt. Looking in the mirror, I realized I had gained a couple of pounds. With the first day of summer right around the corner I decided I had to work fast. I woke Karen and suggested we go shopping for equipment for our new gym. My wife laughed and tried to show me how in shape she was by bending to touch her toes. Although she looked very sexy bent over as she stretched her fingers as far as they could go, she failed to make contact with her toes. I laughed and she retaliated by sticking out her tongue.

On the way to the store we decided to turn our whole basement into a gym. Getting really into it, we came up with ideas on how to make it perfect as we promised to motivate each other to work out. We bought some free weights and then really splurged and invested in a stationary bicycle and rowing machine. We even made arrangements to have one of the walls fully mirrored with a bar in front so that Karen could work on her flexibility.

Three weeks later all of our equipment was set up in the basement. We looked everything over and figured out how it worked. Then we made up a schedule that had us exercising together except for those times when Karen worked nights.

The next day I got stuck in traffic and arrived home a little late for our very first workout. Knowing that Karen had started without me, I rushed up the stairs to get changed. As I stripped off my suit, I noticed a pair of men s lycra workout shorts, a weight belt and a pair of weight lifting gloves, the kind with the fingers cut off. This, I thought smiling, was Karen s doing.

I found Karen in a pink lycra tank top and matching cotton short shorts. Standing in front of the mirror, with one foot high on the bar, she turned around and smiled at me. She looked incredible, her tank top soaked with sweat between her cleavage. She leaned forward, getting her face as close to her knee as possible, the shorts molding to her asscheeks. I could see right up her shorts and the panties underneath.

As I lifted some weights, I watched her stretch on the bar, then move on to the rowing machine. She sat down, placed her feet in the appropriate position and began the simulated rowing. From where I was standing I could see right down her top. I watched as her breasts bounced with every stroke, her hips moving back and forth on the seat.

Feeling my cock stir in my tight shorts, I continued to watch her until I wasn t even lifting the weights anymore. I was sweating ,but not from exercising. Karen finally snapped me out of my fog by saying, “Why don t you move on to the bike now, honey?” I nodded and climbed on the bike, which was right beside the rowing machine. It was hard to see anything from this angle except for the top of her head and knees.

It was funny how fast I was peddling, as if trying to impress her. We have been married for four years, yet I felt the need to show her how manly I was. Her breathing quickened as her arms and legs tired. She grunted and groaned the way she does right before an intense orgasm, pushing herself to go on. My breathing matched hers as she strained to pull on the bars once more. She let out a loud groan and then stopped. “Whew,” she sighed as she rose from the machine and grabbed a towel from the weight bench.

I thought I d be able to keep myself in check until my wife sat down on the floor mat and spread her legs wide to do some more stretching. My legs felt like jelly as I got off the bike and made my way over to her. Joining her on the mat, I pressed my lips to hers. We were so out of breath from our workouts that we panted down each other s throat. My hands slid up her sleek legs and under her shorts, pulling at her panties.

Taking the initiative, Karen rolled me over so she was on top. She slid down my body, wrapping her lips around my nipple. A surge of pain ran through my chest, followed by an intense feeling of pleasure as her nails scratched down my belly and yanked my shorts off.

Without so much as a lick or caress Karen engulfed my cock, taking it deep within her throat. She held it in place and sucked hard and slow without moving for a few seconds, then pulled her head up as her lips suctioned my shaft on the way. She did this again with urgency. It was apparent that her workout had enflamed her libido.

I could feel the pressure building deep within my balls, so I lifted her off me and positioned her flat on her back on the bench. Pulling off her shorts I ran my tongue tip up her thighs. I then dove into her sex, slowly circling my tongue around her hole but never penetrating it. Karen begged me to lick her clit, and when I didn t oblige, she grabbed my head and forced it toward her.

Teasing her further, I licked her clit once and then stopped, continuing to breathe hard on her mound. Karen moaned in frustration and I licked her once again. I had never seen her so raw and desperate for sex. Every time she would cry out or buck hard into my face, I would give her one quick lick until she pulled off her tank top in desperation.

As Karen tugged at her nipples with one hand, she reached down with her other to bring herself off. I watched for a couple of seconds, enjoying the little show, then pulled her hands from her body and lifted her off the bench. I carried her over to the mirrors where she immediately grabbed the bar and bent over.

Her pussy was sopping wet as I rubbed the head of my cock along her asscrack. Karen looked into the mirror and then into my eyes, “Please fuck me!” she begged. I thrust my hips forward and slid into her halfway. She pushed back and her pussy fully engulfed my cock.

Sweat dripped down my face as I sawed in and out of her. Together we stared into the mirror. It was incredible to be able to see each other s facial expressions as we fucked. Karen s breasts bounced up and down, making a smacking noise as I rammed my cock into her again and again. Still holding tight to the bar, Karen s knees started to shake. And then her pussy was snugly contracting around me as she milked my cock of every drop of come that spurted forth. Her eyes were wild as she looked at me in the mirror.

Building the gym in our basement has made our sex life all the more exciting. After months of toning our muscles and stretching every day, Karen and I look and feel great. Karen s flexibility has improved so much that she is able to put herself in the most wonderfully obscene positions during lovemaking, which, in my opinion, is the best way to get a cardiovascular workout.

Mr. Raymond T., Wichita, Kansas

There was a time last summer, to be exact when I would look out my bedroom window at the people running in the park across the street and say to myself, “They have to be nuts. Who in their right mind would crawl out of a comfortable bed an hour early just to go run in the park before work?” It was ridiculous. “Fitness freaks,” I called them. “Health nuts.”

Well, that was then and this is now. I ve done a complete about face where running is concerned. I started rethinking my opinion on running for that matter, any form of exercise early last fall, when my best friend at work noted, with maddening frequency, that I had put on weight and now struggled to hold my own on those Friday nights we went club hopping in search of girls. “You re losing it, my friend,” he told me. “Working more, playing less. You re not even forty and you act like an old fart. What happened to the fun loving, pussy chasing dude I used to get drunk with?”

Yeah, good question. What had happened? Fleetingly, I wondered if my current “malaise” had anything to do with Jeanie and I breaking up. But that was almost two years ago past history, really and while I still thought about her I had come to terms with the fact that she was out of my life forever. No, there was no single thing I could put my finger on. It seemed that I had just let myself slip into this stagnant pool of a life, without much of anything going on, each day pretty much like the rest. Bored, tired and out of shape, I was existing instead of living.

I needed to start feeling good about myself again. I wanted to get back my old energy, recharge the batteries, if you will. I had to make a conscious effort to get the ship back on course.

“Why don t you try running?” my friend at work said. “It s healthy, easy to do and doesn t require laying out big bucks. I run every day and I feel great. It ll get the juices flowing again, trust me.”

What the hell, I thought. It couldn t hurt at least not too much. The next day on my lunch hour I visited a nearby sports apparel store and with the help of an overeager salesman purchased a pair of lightweight running shorts, a few t shirts, a jockstrap, athletic socks and a pair of comfortable running shoes. At least I d look the part, I told myself.

Saturday morning found me still unconvinced that running was all its enthusiasts claimed it to be. Still, I shaved, showered, donned my running outfit and before leaving looked out the bedroom window. Well, get ready folks, I thought. Here I come.

Once in the park, I headed straight for the jogging path. It was a mild, beautiful fall day and already the park was filling with people intent on enjoying the great weather. I started with what I suppose you d call a fast walk, then started to jog. Just to play it safe I had seen my doctor, who pronounced me healthy and thought it fine that I take up running, provided I go slow at first. As my stamina and leg strength increased, I d be able to cover longer distances, he said. It made sense to me, especially the part about not pretending to be an accomplished runner the first time out.

Well, much to my dismay, I managed the equivalent of two city blocks before fatigue wrapped itself around me like a heavy blanket. Breathing hard, chest heaving, legs already hurting, I fell into the first park bench I saw, ready to chuck this whole running thing right then and there. But as my breath returned so too did my resolve to tough it out. I hauled myself up off the bench and resumed jogging.

There were a good number of people, men and women, on the running path, most moving at a leisurely pace. Runners, it seemed, came in all sizes, shapes, colors and ages, and I was intrigued by the outfits on my jogging mates especially the females. Tight fitting, fanny hugging biker shorts and tank tops seemed the preferred attire, together, of course, with a fanny pack for the house keys and plastic water bottle. Some wore headbands, others had their hair in a ponytail. It was sexy, and the sight of all those cute butts bobbing along rhythmically in front of me almost made me forget my extreme tiredness.

I came to focus on one girl in particular, a tall, rangy, pony tailed blonde in sky blue biker shorts and matching tank top. She was perhaps twenty five feet ahead of me and I couldn t take my eyes off her beautiful body. There was something strangely familiar about her. I quickened my pace a bit and soon I was directly behind her, my eyes riveted to her fantastic ass as she moved gracefully over the dirt track with me struggling to keep up. And then suddenly she slowed down. I tried to alter my course but I was too close to her. Crash! The contact sent us both sprawling to the ground.

“Asshole!” the blonde shrieked as she turned to face me. “You stupid . . .” her voice trailed off and I all but wet my new running shorts. It was Jeanie. My Jeanie!

Neither one of us could believe it. It was like a million to one shot. But it was her, and it was certainly me, together again after almost two long years. The first words out of my mouth were, “You look wonderful.” We picked ourselves up and, as if in a daze, made our way to the nearest park bench.

We talked, and talked some more. I thought she was as happy to see me as I was to see her, which made me feel really good. I felt even better when she said that leaving me for Steve, the wannabe California based film producer, was the stupidest thing she d ever done. I was quick to forgive her when she placed her hand in mine. “I wanted to look you up when I got back here, but I wasn t sure if you would appreciate that,” she said cautiously, but with a smile.

“I mean, after I just upped and left like that.” Moments later we were kissing, making out right there in broad daylight on the bench. Memories of great sex with Jeanie filled my head. My cock swelled in my shorts. Her pussy got wet. “Take me to your place and fuck me like you used to,” she said. Then she jumped up and started running. “Race you,” she called out.

Perhaps not surprisingly, my interest in running escalated dramatically as I chased my old girlfriend back to my apartment. Once there, we shed our clothes and jumped into the shower, where we proceeded to arouse each other to such a point that we could barely take the time to towel off before dashing into the bedroom.

Jeanie wasted no time getting reacquainted with my cock, which was swollen and pulsating in readiness. Pushing me down onto the bed, she dropped to her knees and plunked my shaft into her sweet mouth. What followed was sheer heaven, with Jeanie performing the kind of wet, slurpy, slutty blowjob that had endeared me to her many years ago. “God, I had almost forgotten how good these taste,” she purred from between my thighs as she alternately licked and sucked my balls. Then once again she was working on my cock, her full, sensuous lips sliding up and down the shaft, her tongue trailing over the sensitive underside.

“Do you remember this at all?” she asked with a coy smile, seconds before taking my entire member down her pretty throat. I answered her with a deep moan filled with pure pleasure.

When it was my turn I had Jeanie stretch out on the bed and then sprawled between her legs to feast on her golden haired pussy. Her taste was as I remembered it, and, like a man eager to make up for lost time, I savored her succulent juices. Jeanie came moments after I zeroed in on her clitoris, as was the case when we were dating, and the way she came made me think that I hadn t lost my touch.

When we fucked, beginning with the missionary position, moving to the woman astride and finishing up doggy style, it was as if we had never been separated at all, such was the ease and fluidity with which we moved together. Jeanie came three times before I let go, blasting my seed into her clasping pussy with a howl of pure delight.

Later, as we snuggled, Jeanie asked, “So why did you take up running?” I told her it was more to shake my life up than anything else. She laughed. “Well, I think I ll be able to help with that, don t you?”

Jeanie moved in with me two months later, but I didn t stop running in the park. In fact, under her tutelage and encouragement I ve reached the point where I am seriously considering running this year s marathon in New York City. The two of us run together every day and I don t mind getting up an hour early in the morning. Perhaps it is because I wake up next to a beautiful blonde who that evening will ask me to show her in my sexiest way how much added stamina running has given me.

Mr. (Name and address withheld)

Spring was coming to a close, and I realized that if I wanted to fit into last year s bikini by summer, I was going to have to do something about it. As usual, I had put on a few extra pounds over the winter to keep warm, I d joke, trying to justify my extra padding and decided that it was time to take them off. Luckily, the local gym was having a pre summer special on registration, so I gave them a call and signed up.

After getting over my initial soreness due to not having exercised in some time, I began to really enjoy myself. The aerobics classes I was taking were really upbeat and intense, and before I knew it, I was losing weight and actually getting into shape. It was now time to start toning, so I signed up for an hour long abs workout in order to target my stomach area.

Walking into the classroom in my skimpy new workout gear armed with my towel and a bottle of sports drink, I noticed the instructor, George, standing at the front of the class. His back was to me as he fiddled with the sound system, and my eyes were drawn to his muscular thighs and firm, cute butt. When he turned around I was pleased to note that he had a cute face to match, and I knew right then that I was going to enjoy this class.

We got started, and I soon discovered that I may have been jumping to conclusions. Thinking myself an accomplished athlete, I had signed up for the advanced class, not realizing how difficult some of the moves would be. After an hour spent lying on my back or side on the mat, trying to keep up with everyone, I resolved to approach George after class and see if he could give me some extra help. Besides, I thought to myself, what better way to get to know this adorable hunk?

After the workout, I hung around as the others filed out, making their way to the showers and the juice bar. I introduced myself and explained my sorry predicament, asking for some one on one tutoring. He didn t have any more classes that day and said that he d be glad to help. I can t be sure, but I think I saw him smile when I mentioned “one on one.”

George had me lie on my back with my hands tucked under my hips for support. We first worked on reverse crunches and I had to roll back, bringing my knees to my chest while my butt lifted off the floor. I was a little uncomfortable with George watching me so closely, since I was displaying the parts of my body of which I was most self conscious. However, I dismissed my fears, realizing that George must watch women do this all day long and to him I was just another student in need of help.

When I was more comfortable with that exercise, we switched to leg raises, which, when done properly, actually strengthen the abdominals, not the legs. George lay down next to me for a moment to demonstrate the proper form, then helped me by positioning my feet at the proper height and bending my legs just the right amount. I found myself getting a little turned on from having his strong hands on my body, but I squelched those sensations, knowing that I was there for exercise, not sex. Propping my head up as he instructed, I felt the trembling in my stomach that meant, as he explained, my abs would be getting the most work. To accentuate his point, he placed his hand on my bare stomach to show me exactly how tense it should feel.

Tension wasn t the only thing I was feeling. As he pressed down on my abdomen, the warmth on my skin shot straight down to my pussy and spread throughout my entire body. Luckily, I was already flushed from the exertion of the crunches or George would definitely have noticed the blush that was spreading across my cheeks. Getting over the embarrassment caused by my arousal, I realized that he hadn t removed his hand from my stomach. Looking up, his eyes met mine and his smile told me that maybe he was feeling the same too. I sneaked a glance down to his nylon shorts and saw the telltale bulge that was impossible for him to hide.

Unable to control myself, I moved my hand from under my back and placed it on his knee, marveling at the shape of his muscular calves. Soon his hand slid off my stomach and over the lycra of my sports bra. My nipples hardened immediately at his touch and I could smell the musky scent of his sweat as he leaned forward to place a kiss on my lips. Throwing my arms around his neck, I pulled him down toward me as our lips began their own exercise routine. Our arms and legs intertwined as he lay down beside me, the hardness of his body matching the hardness of his cock, and I couldn t wait to feel him inside me.

George continued to brush my nipples through my top as I slid my hand down to explore the swelling beneath his shorts. His mouth was close to my ear, kissing the soft skin of my neck, and I heard him suck his breath in through his teeth as I made contact with his cock. Pleased by his size and obvious arousal, I made my way under the waistband of his shorts, running my fingers through his thatch of wiry pubic hair and grasping his shaft with a firm grip. His body tensed as I began to pump him, slowly and steadily.

I was enjoying the feel of his smooth cock so much that I hardly noticed when his hand left my breasts and began making its way downward. He ran it over my mound and down my legs, pulling away from me for a moment to get up and lock the door, then returned to remove my cross trainers and socks, followed by his own shorts, then mine. Thrilled to be able to flaunt my toned body, I peeled off my top and let my breasts spring free. He immediately leaned forward to hungrily tongue my rosy nipples.

Completely naked, we rolled around on the mat in a tight embrace as we explored each other s body, our skin still slick with sweat from our recent workout. In the gym like atmosphere of the fitness club, I felt as though we were wrestlers, competing for the championship title. George was clearly the victor, pinning me down on the mat and holding me there firmly by my hips. I surrendered to him willingly, and his prize was a taste of my delectable pussy.

I could see him bent over me in the mirror behind us, his face buried in my pussy as he lapped among my inner folds. Locating my clit with his tongue, he centered his attentions on that sensitive nub. I kneaded his deltoids with my fingers and felt my orgasm beginning to build and then erupt. He then slowed his ministrations on my cunt as I shuddered beneath him, bringing me back down to a level where I could once again breathe normally.

George made his way back up my body, leaving a trail of kisses that started at my twitching cunt, then continued over my stomach, between my breasts and up to my neck. He covered my mouth with his and I could taste my tangy essence on his tongue. Grasping his cock once again, I swirled my finger around its purple head, stopping to wipe up the drop of pre come that glistened at the very tip. Flirtatiously, I brought it to my lips and darted out my tongue for a taste as I spread my legs wide, silently directing his cock to my waiting cunt.

Picking up my cue, George positioned himself between my legs, tantalizing me by placing his organ just inches from me. Arching my hips to meet him, he pulled back slightly at the moment of contact, a sly smile playing at the corners of his mouth. Gliding my hands over his broad back, I stopped when I reached his firm buttocks and grasped them tightly, drawing him down toward my pussy as I arched up to meet him again. This time I achieved my desired result and contact was made. I was so wet by this point that he slid in easily, his large cock completely filling my tight vagina.

As my pussy clasped around George s penis, drawing him deep inside, he really went to work. Apparently physical training paid off it seemed as though he were doing push ups above me as he thrust steadily in and out, and I was amazed by his strength and endurance. Holding tightly onto his arms, I could feel his biceps and triceps ripple beneath my fingertips. Before long I was crying out, awash with another orgasm, as George grunted, performing what seemed like his tenth set of reps.

Throwing my legs up around his waist, I grasped George more tightly to me, drawing his cock deeper inside. Seizing the opportunity, he rolled us over so that he was now on his back and I was positioned above him on my knees, sliding my cunt up and down over his rigid cock as his fingers once again found my clitoris. The added attention on my clit sent me over the edge once again, and as my pussy clenched around his driving cock he thrust up into me one last time and came with a growl. He exploded into me, filling me with hot semen as he grasped my ass and drew me down snugly over his pulsing cock.

We remained like this for a few moments, enjoying the last shudders of our mutual orgasms. When I felt his penis growing soft inside me I slid off to lie back on the floor beside him. We were both thoroughly sweaty by this point, so with a twinkle in his eye George suggested that I might like to hit the showers. I quickly agreed, glad that the club had closed and we now had the place to ourselves. As we grabbed our towels and made our way to the locker room, I thought to myself that although I may not have gotten the workout I had come for, there was no question that I had come from the workout I had gotten.

Ms. Kimberly C., Wayne, New Jersey

A rush of cool air greeted me as I turned the key in the lock and pushed open the door and stepped inside the building. Switching on the lights, I took it all in: the huge ceilings, the wide expanse of mirrors, the row upon row of gleaming exercise equipment and the new barbell plates stacked like large, mint condition coins.

A surge of excitement ran through me as I realized I had it all to myself. In the morning I would meet with the architect for the last time and hand the keys over to the owner, whomever he might be, but tonight I could pretend this gym was all mine.

I looked at the clock and realized it was almost midnight, but I wasn t tired. In fact, the sight of the weights and the machines made my blood run faster. I stripped off my shirt and pumped out three quick sets on the bench press, adding weight to the bar before each one. When I hopped back up, I caught sight of my expanded chest in the mirror. My pecs were full of blood and the endorphins were starting to kick in.

With a familiar eye I looked over the huge club. I knew every detail because I had supervised the construction of the place, from the aqua tiled pool to the spinning room and everything in between.

Settling back on the bench, I was five reps into the next set when something flashed by the periphery of my vision. I set the bar back up on the rack and bolted upright. A young woman in a string bikini with dark, wet hair stood staring at me in surprise. Her face was lean, with large brown eyes and long lashes, high cheekbones and a sensuous mouth with full lips. My eyes trailing downward, I took in the bikini top that served primarily to push her full breasts together into an enticing eyeful of cleavage.

As my gaze took in the rest of her body, I marveled at her tight, ripped stomach and shapely hips. It wasn t until my eyes had feasted on her well toned legs that I was able to look back into her eyes and snap my mouth shut again.

“Hi,” I said, managing to find my tongue.

“Hi, she replied, still confused and wary of my presence. “How did . . . I mean, who are you?

“I m Jack. I m the . . . “

“You re the contractor,” she answered for me.

“Right.”

“Oh, yes, that s right. Well, I m Susan,” she said, stepping forward to shake my hand. “I own this place.”

I stared in disbelief, having assumed that the owner of the club was a man, not a beautiful, young woman. Susan smiled at me, as if she were reading my thoughts.

“Well, Jack,” she said, looking around the building. “Thank you for doing such a marvelous job.”

“Well, gyms are a labor of love for me,” I replied.

“I believe it,” she declared, as her eyes lingered on my bare torso. “I see you like to work out.”

“Yeah, I thought I d sneak in a few farewell sets on my last day on the job,” I laughed. “Little did I know I d get caught by the owner.”

“It s perfectly all right,” she offered. “As you can see, I was sneaking in for a few laps myself before tomorrow.” Then she walked around behind the bar. “Come on, I ll spot you.” I lay back on the bench while Susan stood over me and helped me lift the bar up. I pumped out more repetitions than I ever had at that weight, fueled by the proximity of this alluring woman.

“Good set,” Susan said, helping me set the bar back. When I stood back up her gaze once again drifted to my pumped up pecs, which were now glistening with a fine sheen of sweat. “You re not at all what I pictured you d be,” she said, brushing the palm of her hand across my flat stomach. “I thought all you construction guys had big beer bellies and smoked smelly cigars.”

“I hate to disappoint you, Sue” I smiled, “but I prefer a glass of good wine with my smelly cigar.” She laughed and I could feel the blood pumping into my stiffening cock. It wasn t so much that she had touched me, but what her touch had said. Her frequent glances and that quick touch seemed to confirm that she was as attracted to me as I was to her.

Inspired by this knowledge, I gazed more openly at her, at her smooth skin and lean arms with the slight swell of her rotator caps and just a ripple of muscle in the back. She was tight, but smooth and sensuous, completely feminine. “You must do a lot of swimming,” I said.

“Well, that s what I ve been doing tonight, anyway,” she said smiling. “Come on and check out the pool.”

I followed Susan back to the pool area. The only illumination came from the pool lights as they cast a shimmering, blue luminescence over the room. Susan dove in and swam underwater to the other end and back. She broke the surface and laughed. “Come on in,” she said. “The water s beautiful.”

Shrugging, I pointed at my pants, wishing I had brought my suit with me. “Chicken,” she retorted. Quickly stripping off her top and bottom, Susan then threw them at me.

I caught them, laughing, and stripped my pants and underwear off as Susan swam away. Diving in after her, my fingers brushed her leg as she made her way to the shallow end of the pool. She was a great swimmer, letting me get close to her, then darting away with powerful strokes.

She surfaced in the shallow end, her big eyes alive with excitement. I stopped in front of her and tried to catch my breath, but the sight of her breasts bobbing at water s level didn t help to slow my heartbeat.

Susan splashed me and I splashed her back. She ran her fingers across my chest and my dick surged into hardness in the chilly water. “You re too muscle bound to catch me,” she teased.

I reached around the small of her back and held her. “Is that a challenge? Because if I do catch you, I won t let go.” She pressed herself against me, making contact with my growing erection. “My, my. We seem to have some kind of sea monster here.” I leaned down and covered her mouth with mine. We started kissing slowly, letting our passion build. A little groan escaped her mouth and she pressed her lips more firmly against mine.

Our tongues met and moved softly against each other. She reached underwater and gave my erection a little squeeze. I echoed her groan with one of my own as I squeezed her firm asscheeks together, almost covering them completely with my hands. A sharp breath escaped her nose as she shoved her tongue harder against mine. The water made it easy for me to lift her body up and hold it against mine as I balanced myself against the wall of the pool.

Susan wrapped her legs snugly around my waist. I ran my hand over her shoulder and around her breasts, teasing them and teasing myself. I kissed down her neck toward the tops of her glistening breasts, tasting the water as I trailed my lips over the wet surface of her skin.

Her head and shoulders pulled back and her breasts thrust forward. Taking one in each hand, she pushed them together as though offering them to me. I kissed the tops and then licked down the center of her cleavage, inhaling the scent of chlorine. Her breath was coming faster now and my cock grew harder, pushing against her tight belly. Taking an erect nipple gently between my lips, I sucked it and then the other one until they both hardened.

Susan reached down and squeezed me. “Oh, Jack,” she said, “I want to feel your cock inside me.” She eased her pussy over the head and down the shaft until it was completely buried in her tight wetness. Throwing her arms around my neck, she began to bob up and down on my cock.

“Fuck me, Jack,” she begged breathlessly, and kissed me hard. The pleasure built in my body and I helped her ride my cock with my hands on her ass. We moved together, up and down, in and out, as her groans became louder and louder and even more urgent.

“God, you feel so fucking good,” she growled between clenched teeth.

I rolled a finger around her asshole and she moaned, riding me even harder. Her breasts bounced up and down on her chest and I stuck a wet nipple in my mouth. Her ass smacked against the surface of the water, sending waves slapping against the sides of the pool.

“I m coming,” she shouted as I helped her drive her pussy down on my cock. My need for release was building, spurred by the sensations of her clasping pussy as she was overcome by her orgasm. A surge of pleasure caught me by surprise and I cried out as my semen spurted from my cock and into Susan s pussy.

Susan shuddered in my arms and I squeezed her to me as the waves of pleasure gushed out of my cock. I rocked with her in the water, holding her and pressing her body close to mine. Her moans of satisfaction reverberated against me as the waves began to calm.

Soon my legs began to feel a little weak and I carried her to the edge of the pool. We climbed out and snuggled together on the floor mats, entwined in restful bliss as the pool became calm and glassy. Susan told me how this gym had been a burning goal of hers and how she worked hard as a model until her dream had finally come true.

“Come on, Jack,” she said, taking me by the hand. “It s time for you to show me around the rest of the gym.”

Naked, we walked through every area, and I led her out to the weight room where our glistening bodies reflected back to us from the mirrors on the walls. My cock stuck straight out as I looked at her incredible reflection.

I turned her toward the mirrors and reached around from behind to feel her large firm breasts. She reached back and stroked my hard cock, then directed me to sit down on the leg extension machine. Susan knelt and licked the head of my erect cock, then slipped her tongue around the underside of the shaft.

I watched in the mirror as the head of my member disappeared between her full lips. Her mouth took more of me, all the while keeping a steady pressure on the shaft. As she squeezed my balls and stroked my cock, she sucked hard until I was close to exploding in her mouth.

I set her down on one of the weight benches and held her legs spread wide. Kneeling in front of her, I told her how beautiful she looked. I licked and kissed from her neck down over her breasts and stomach, and then I teased her by kissing close to her mound but passed over it, instead working my way back up the insides of her thighs. Susan started squirming on the padded seat, whispering encouragement to me.

With the fingers of one hand, I gently spread her labia as I licked a finger and rolled it softly around her wet opening. She breathed in sharply when I slipped my finger into her slick tunnel, then out again slowly. Raising her hips off the padded seat, Susan fucked my finger until I pulled my hand away from her pussy and replaced it with my tongue.

“Oh, Jack,” she moaned, continuing to squirm on the bench seat. I spread her lips with both hands and licked her clit. She bucked and thrust her pussy into my face and started to come with gasps and cries of pleasure. I kept licking her little love knob until her thrusting slowed, then I picked her up and carried her over to the inclined bench press. I leaned back in the seat, then had her sit on my cock, both of us facing the mirror. When she had my cock completely up inside her, she squirmed around on it, twisting with her pussy, pushing down on my hard member. I watched her in the mirror, a dark haired beauty impaled on my cock in its most excited state. I could see my hands as they each squeezed a perfectly shaped breast, her mouth opening with desire as I pinched her hard nipples and rolled them around between my fingers.

Susan clamped onto my cock with her pussy and stroked my shaft up and down. She picked up the tempo and I took my hands from her breasts so I could watch them sway and bounce over her rib cage. My balls and my cock were filling with the sense of imminent explosion, but I wanted to fuck this beautiful creature as long as I could. I pushed her off me and stood up. Susan looked hungrily at my cock as it stood up tall and hard. “Fuck me from behind,” she demanded, dropping to her knees in front of the mirror and thrusting her ass in the air. I knelt on the mat and stuck my tongue up her tunnel as far as I could, then licked my finger and rolled it around her asshole. “Fuck me, Jack,” she said.

I grasped my prick, rigid with desire, and slipped into her moist pussy. She immediately thrust back at me, setting a fast pace and urging me to fuck her harder. I watched all the mirrors in turn, a multifaceted vision of heaven. I could see my cock pulling and ramming into her. It filled her hole, appearing and disappearing. Each time it slammed into her tight tunnel, the pleasure pumped up one notch in my cock. I thrust into her again, harder. She gasped and her asscheeks quivered.

With a grunt of exertion, I tried to stem the waves of release that were threatening to flood my entire body. Susan shouted that she was coming, so I stabbed into her faster until, with one last thrust, the come shot out of my cock and into her pussy.

Susan dropped down onto the mat and took me with her. I lay against her tight ass and sighed deeply with the delight of being drained. Susan still moved underneath me, squirming and sighing. Our breathing began to slow and she reached up and placed her palm against my face. “It s a good thing I m in shape,” I sighed.

“Mister,” Susan said in a low, satisfied voice, “you just won yourself a free lifetime membership to my gym.”

Since then, our private workouts have become a regular occurrence. At least once a week the two of us meet after closing time and frolic in the pool or experiment with the different equipment. Every time I see an exercise machine I can t help but imagine how Susan and I could make special use of it during one of our midnight workouts.