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Temptations in Sweat - part 2
The stretching sessions become a regular thing.
Is it the stretching I’m looking forward to or the company?
John Smith has this way of taking control, gently guiding my limbs into positions that feel both challenging and exhilarating.
His touch sends shivers down my spine, and every time our eyes meet during these stretches, I can see the same electricity crackling behind his gaze.
His hand brushes against your thigh as he helps you stretch, creating a friction that sends a jolt of heat through your core.
God, his touch.
It’s gentle yet firm, leaving me craving more contact with every passing moment.
I can feel my heart racing, and it has nothing to do with the physical exertion of our stretching routine.
As we continue, the tension between us thickens like a summer storm ready to break.
Our bodies move in sync, brushing together more frequently as if drawn by an unseen force.
The occasional accidental graze becomes intentional, and I find myself wondering if he’s feeling the same hunger that’s consuming me.
“You’re getting better at this,” he whispers, his lips dangerously close to your ear.
His breath hot against my neck sends shivers down my spine as I try to maintain focus on our routine.
Our conversation is filled with double entendres, the flirtatious banter leaving us both eager for more than just stretches and flexibility exercises.
As we part ways at the end of the session, his hand lingers on your arm, sending a jolt of anticipation through your body.
I can feel my breath catch in my throat, every fiber of my being yearning for more.
“See you tomorrow,” he says with a wink, and I can’t help but wonder what the next day will bring.
And as you walk away, your mind is filled with thoughts of John Smith - his touch, his voice, those piercing eyes that seem to see right through you.
Desire pools in your gut, leaving you eager for tomorrow and whatever it may hold.
“See you tomorrow,” you echo his words, a sly smile playing on your lips as the promise of something more hangs between you like an electric current, just waiting to be unleashed.
As you walk into the gym, excitement courses through your veins.
You’ve been waiting for this moment all week, and now that it’s finally here, you can hardly contain yourself.
John is already in the gym, warming up on one of the machines.
He glances up as soon as he senses your presence, his eyes locking onto yours with an intensity that makes your knees weak.
You feel a shiver run down your spine - this is it.
As you approach him, the tension between you becomes palpable, and you can tell by the way he looks at you that he’s feeling it too.
“Ready?” He asks, his voice husky with anticipation.
You nod, not trusting yourself to speak, but already knowing what he means.
He leads you over to a private corner of the gym, hidden from view by a strategically placed row of equipment.
Your heart is racing as you follow him, your body throbbing with desire and anticipation.
This is it - today everything changes.
Once you’re out of sight, John turns to face you, his eyes darkening with lust as he takes in the sight of you.
“You look incredible,” he says, his voice low and gravelly.
You can hardly believe that this is happening, but there’s no turning back now.
Without another word, John steps closer to you, closing the gap between your bodies.
His hands find their way to your hips, pulling you in even tighter against him.
The heat from his body envelopes yours as his lips descend towards yours, and suddenly you’re lost in a world of passion and desire.
His kiss is all-consuming, his tongue invading your mouth with an urgency that leaves you breathless.
Your hands find their way to his chest, feeling the hard muscles beneath his shirt as you pull him even closer, desperate for more contact.
As he continues to devour your lips, one of John’s hands begins to explore your body, roaming over your curves and dipping into the crevices between them.
You moan softly at his touch, craving more, wanting to feel every inch of him against you.
“I want you so fucking bad,” he whispers, his hot breath teasing your ear as he trails kisses down your neck.
“Just touching you drives me insane.”
You can hardly believe the words coming out of his mouth - it’s like all your fantasies are coming true right in front of you.
Your body is on fire, every nerve ending alive with sensation as he continues to kiss and caress you.
His hands find their way to your breasts, gently massaging them through the fabric of your shirt.
Your nipples harden instantly at his touch, aching for more attention.
You can’t help but arch into him, silently begging for more.
John seems to understand your unspoken plea and wastes no time in teasing one of your hardened nubs through the fabric with his thumb.
A whimper escapes your lips as pleasure courses through you, leaving you desperate for more.
“Please,” you whisper, not even sure what it is that you’re asking for but knowing only that you need him to keep touching you like this.
John’s hand dips lower, slipping beneath the waistband of your leggings and making contact with your bare skin.
You gasp at his touch, your body jolting as he traces his fingers over the damp fabric covering your pussy.
“You’re so wet,” he says, his voice thick with lust.
“Just thinking about fucking you is driving me wild.”
His words are like fuel to the fire burning inside of you, and you can feel yourself on the verge of orgasm already - but you know that John has more in store for you tonight.
He gently pushes you down onto a nearby bench, positioning himself between your legs as he begins to undo your leggings.
Your body trembles with anticipation, knowing what’s about to happen but unable to fully comprehend the intensity of the pleasure that awaits.
As soon as your leggings are off and your panties exposed, John leans in close, his hot breath fanning over your sensitive flesh as he takes in the sight of you.
“So beautiful,” he murmurs before lowering his head to lick a slow, wet trail along your swollen lips.
You cry out at the first touch of his tongue against your aching pussy, your back arching off the bench as pleasure explodes through you.
John continues to lap at your sensitive flesh, his tongue flicking expertly over your clit before diving into your wet depths.
The combination of his touch and his dirty words is too much for you to handle.
You can feel yourself on the edge already, your body trembling with the effort it takes not to just let go and fall into the abyss of pleasure that awaits.
“Fuck, I’m going to make you come so hard,” John growls between licks, his words only serving to drive you further over the edge.
You can hardly believe this is happening - that John Smith, the man who has been driving you wild with desire for weeks now, is finally touching you like this, bringing you so much pleasure.
As he continues to devour your pussy, his fingers find their way inside of you, curling and stroking until you’re clenching around him, desperate for release.
“That’s it,” he encourages, his voice rough with lust as he pushes you closer and closer to the edge.
Finally, unable to hold back any longer, your body explodes in a powerful orgasm that rips through your every nerve ending.
John doesn’t relent, continuing to lap at your pussy until the last tremor fades away, leaving you limp and satiated in his arms.
As he pulls back to look at you, his eyes are filled with both satisfaction and desire.
“You were incredible,” he says, kissing you tenderly on the lips before pulling back to glance at his watch.
“But I’m afraid we’ll have to continue this another time.”
With that, he stands up, leaving you feeling both completely satisfied and desperately wanting more.
As he helps you to your feet and leads you out of the gym, you know that tomorrow can’t come soon enough.