Three mornings a week I got up around five to work out at the gym before going to my office. A few months ago I awoke to find it was pouring. I threw on my gym stuff, put my work clothes in a bag, and dashed out to my car, getting drenched in the process. It’s only a five-minute drive, but the rain was hammering down, and it was unbelievably hard to see.
When I got to the gym I was happy to spy a familiar red Jeep in the parking lot. Not many people make it to the gym that early. Often there’s only one person working out at that hour. For the past few weeks it had been June, who worked there and owned the Jeep, a gorgeous woman with hair down to her heart-shaped ass and a body made to be poured into an aerobics outfit.
The only problem was that for some reason she had yet to give me the time of day, much less respond to the numerous passes I had made. It isn’t like I’m a slouch in the looks department. I’m just under six feet, in great shape from working out seriously. I get my share of women, some of whom I meet at the gym. So June’s cold shoulder didn’t make a lot of sense.
The parking lot was otherwise empty, which gave me hope. Maybe a morning alone with June was just what I needed! I parked next to her car and sprinted through the rain to the front door. If possible the rain had gotten worse, drenching my already-soaked hair and clothes. I yanked the door open and dashed in. June, standing behind the counter looking at some paperwork, looked up at the sound of the door opening.
She was as wet as I was, her long hair drenched and plastered against her back. But while I had on shapeless sweats, she was wearing tights and a leotard, her usual aerobics outfit. Even better, the leotard was white. It probably wouldn’t normally have been all that revealing, but its wetness had made it nearly transparent. Her breasts were clearly visible through the fabric. The air-conditioning made it pretty chilly, and her dark nipples were pushing out against the wet cloth.
June smiled at me as I came in, for the first time I could remember. “Hi,” she said. “I was worried no one would come in through the rain. It’s bad out there.”
As difficult as it was, I dragged my eyes up to her face, though the image of those glorious breasts lingered in my mind. “Sure is,” I said. “If I’d known how bad, I’d have stayed in my nice warm, dry bed. I don’t even know if I can work out like this. These clothes weigh a ton, and I’m freezing.”
“Yeah, it is cold in here,” June said. “I’ll turn off the AC, okay? Maybe I can find you something else to wear, too.” Then she looked down at herself and smiled ruefully, instinctively raising a hand as if to cover her breasts, then not bothering. “Maybe I need to change, too. Come in back with me.”
As she walked out from behind the counter, a tremendous crash of thunder sounded, followed quickly by bright lightning. Suddenly the fluorescent gym lights blinked out. I jumped a bit, and June gave a yelp. Then she was in my arms. I felt her breasts pushing against my chest, and quickly put my arms around her.
For a moment we just held on to each other. Then June turned her head and looked up at me. Before I could stop myself, I leaned down and met her lips with mine. She stiffened at first, then seemed to relax. A moment later she was returning the kiss, with force. It was weird—one minute I was kissing her, and then she was kissing me.
She put her hand behind my head, and I felt her strength as she pulled me into the kiss, driving her tongue into my mouth. I was stunned by the way she’d taken control, but I was also turned on. My cock twitched in my wet sweatpants.
At that point I guess the gym’s emergency electrical system kicked in, as small floodlights in the corners switched on, giving off just enough light to see by. June pulled back from me, the white leotard seeming to glow in the dimness. Without a word, she moved to the front door and locked it, then twisted the handle that closed the blinds. “Can’t let anybody in to work out without electricity, can we?” she murmured. Then she started to walk toward the back of the gym. “Well, are you coming?” she said. “I’ll get you something dry to wear.”
I just stared at her for a moment, trying to pull myself together. “Yeah, I’m coming,” I said. I walked behind her, gazing at her gorgeous ass, the thong of her leotard separating her cheeks. She led me through a door into the office, then walked toward a closet in the back. The light there was even dimmer, so it took me a second to realize that as she opened the closet, she was also pulling down the top of her leotard.
She continued to pull the wet garment off with one hand as she reached into the closet and fetched a couple of outfits on hangers along with a towel. She turned toward me, and I could dimly see her breasts swinging free. She handed me the things from the closet, then pulled her leotard the rest of the way off, along with her tights. I could only stare at her in the dimness, at the glimmering breasts and the shadowy patch of hair between her legs.
Dropping her wet clothes on the floor, she looked back at me boldly. “Well,” she said, “are you going to dry me off or what?”
I quickly dropped the two dry outfits on the desk beside me, then knelt down and started to dry June’s legs with the towel. She lifted first one leg and then the other, allowing me to wrap each in the towel and briskly rub it up and down. When her legs were done, I stood up and, holding one end of the towel in each hand, began drying her ass and the area between her legs. She spread her legs slightly as I brought my towel-covered hand between them, rubbing her pussy, while my other hand caressed the cheeks of her ass. I lingered there awhile, then went on to dry the small of her back and her belly.
My hands slowed down again when I reached her tits. I rubbed the towel slowly over and around those full, firm mounds, then rolled each nipple in turn between my fingers through the rough fabric. I moved on reluctantly to her neck and face.
At that point June matter-of-factly took the towel from me and briskly dried her hair, while I stood there looking at her naked body. “Why don’t you get out of those wet clothes, and I’ll return the favor?” she said.
It took me a second to kick off my sopping sneakers and yank off my sweats. Standing there naked before her, my dick almost completely hard, I watched as she looked my body up and down, smiling slightly. She stepped toward me and began drying me just as I had dried her. One leg, then the other, then my crotch. As mine had with her, her hands lingered in certain places. At one point she wrapped the towel around my cock and rubbed back and forth a bit before going on to the rest of my body.
When I was dry, June dropped the towel on the floor, then picked up one of the outfits from the desk. “Here,” she said, holding it out to me. “Put this on.”
“What?” I said, reaching out to place my hand on her ass. “I don’t want to get dressed now.” I caressed the smooth skin of her butt for just a second, until she twisted away. She startled me by bringing her open hand down on my bare butt with a sharp crack.
“I think you need to work out a little before you play,” she said. “And to work out, you need to put something on. Don’t you, little man?”
“Come on, we can work out together, right here,” I said, stepping toward her and trying to take her in my arms. Again she danced away, and again she brought her hand down on my already-stinging ass.
“Get dressed first,” she said. “Then maybe we can play. After you’ve worked up a sweat.” She picked up the other outfit and started to put it on. It was a leotard, similar to the one she’d worn before, also white, but obviously meant to be worn over tights and a body suit. As it was, the thonged bottom split her bare ass cheeks and her tits swelled out at the sides. She looked incredibly sexy.
I looked at the outfit she’d thrust in my hand—similar to hers, but designed for a man. It was black spandex and consisted of not much more than a tank top and a thong with a pouch for my jewels. I shrugged to get into it. It felt strange as I pulled it up, the fabric sliding in my ass crack. I managed to stuff my twitching dick into the pouch, but the outline of my semierection showed clearly.
“So how do I look?” I said, turning in a small circle.
“Nice. Very nice,” she said, caressing my ass. The cheek she’d slapped twice felt warm and tingly beneath her hand. “Come on, I know you’ve been wanting a personal workout with me. Well, now you’ll get it, but you’re gonna have to really work to get anything else.”
With that she slapped my ass again and led me out into the weight room, and for the next hour I worked harder than I ever worked in my life. I lifted weights I’d never tried to lift before, with June continuing all the while to work my bare ass.
When I lifted the weights over my head, she would stand behind me and bring the flat of her hand down on my backside. When I bent over to put the weights down, she slapped my butt. When I complained of being tired, she drummed my ass for two or three minutes. My ass cheeks throbbed in time with my heart. And I was startled to find myself pushing my ass toward June’s hand.
My prick was harder than it had ever been, trapped in the tight fabric of the leotard. I was covered with a sheen of sweat, and June was as well. Although she wasn’t working out, except for the job she was doing on my exposed ass, the sweat had soaked her outfit to a transparency similar to her previous one, her nipples standing out against the fabric. The shadow of her cunt showed through the bottom of the leotard. The thong had worked up into the crack of her pussy, separating her cunt lips.
Finally she led me to the weight bench and had me lie down on my back. My ass throbbed against the vinyl covering, while in the pouch of the leotard my cock throbbed for a different reason. June straddled the bench, standing just over my head, her crotch inches from my face. She reached down and pulled the thong away from her cunt, exposing her glistening slit. Without a word, she lowered her pussy onto my mouth. I tongued her for all I was worth, driving deep into her pungent folds while she moaned above me. I pursed my lips around her engorged clit and sucked it gently.
This finally sent her over the edge. Her hips began rocking, grinding her cunt against my face, and then she froze, trembling, as her body spasmed and she came all over my mouth.
After a moment June stood up, pulled me to my feet, and swiftly peeled off my drenched leotard. She knelt in front of me and swallowed my raging dick, while reaching around to caress and squeeze my tender ass. I was so turned on that in a moment I felt myself close to coming. I tried to pull away, wanting to fuck her, but she sucked me harder until I surrendered to the most explosive orgasm I’d ever had.
After coming, I stayed hard, and June’s eyes were glazed with excitement as I pulled the leotard off her, then bent her over the bench for a generous helping of the backside TLC we now knew we both craved. As she rocked back, I snaked my other hand around to find her pussy and finger it. She cried out happily, grinding her cunt onto my hand.
I repositioned myself behind her and slid my cock into her. She was so wet that it went all the way in on the first stroke. I fucked her as hard as I could until we both blew. Drenched in sweat, we held each other until finally June kissed me softly and said, “Still wish you’d stayed in bed this morning?”
Soon after that I bought some home gym equipment and hired June as my personal trainer. Now three times a week we spank each other while we work out, then fuck ourselves silly. I have even bought a few of those special outfits to work out in, so nothing comes between my ass and her hand.
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