Story 19
Summary:
Josy, nineteen-year-old, virgin. She’s been going to the gym to get into shape. Then, one night, she finishes up and finds out that she’s not alone.
Robb and James, mid-thirties. Robb finds her first, and they begin having some fun in the reception. Then James finds them there and enjoys watching before he decides to join in as well.
Threesome, oral, bukake, voyeurism, blow jobs, pussy licking, titty sucking, jerk off, fingering, spit roast.
Josy was completely focused. She had been this way for a long time. She felt as though whenever she walked into the gym some kind of switch in her brain was hit and suddenly she knew exactly what she wanted to do.
It hadn’t always been like this. The first time she had come to the gym she had been incredibly self-conscious. Her heart had been pounding and she had felt as though everyone in there was staring at her - as though they all knew that she shouldn’t be there and they were all going to tell her that she had to leave, that she wasn’t wanted there.
She had looked around sharply at every sound she heard, expecting to see people looking over at her, whispering and laughing at her. But no one was doing that. No one seemed to be judging her. She had been sure that she would stick out like a sore thumb, that everyone would look at her and know that she stuck out like a sore thumb.
She had wanted to start coming to the gym for a long time, but it had always seemed like such a big step and she struggled to do it, even though she had known that it would be a positive thing for her.
In the end, she had gone for it. She had forced herself to walk through those doors - even though she had sat across the street for over half an hour building up the courage to go in.
That had been the hardest part for her, going through that door the first time.
The second hardest part had been what had followed that first session.
The trainer had told her that they were going to "ease her into it," and it hadn't seemed too bad to start with. "Maybe I can do this," she had thought to herself, feeling her confidence growing, "Maybe this is really going to work for me," but by the time she got home afterward her muscles had been screaming. She had lowered herself into a hot tub and laid there for as long as she thought she could. Then she struggled to get out. She had felt ruined, destroyed. She had wondered if she would ever feel right again.
A couple of days later, she had felt sufficiently recovered to go back. And that time it hadn't been so hard to walk through the front doors, and it hadn't been so hard to get out of the bath afterward. Slowly she began to get used to it.
Her whole motivation to go to the gym in the first place was that she wanted to make positive changes in her life and she wanted to start with her appearance. More than just her appearance, her health as well. She wasn't exactly fat, but she was certainly overweight and it affected her confidence. She wore shapeless clothes to hide the way that she looked. She climbed the stairs slowly so that she wouldn't be red-faced and panting when she got to the top.
She was tired of being shy and she was tired of being awkward. She thought that if only she looked better and had a more positive view of herself and her appearance. She told herself that at nineteen years old it was time for her to make the changes in her life that she needed. It was time for her to begin to live.
People often told her that she was “pretty” but she couldn’t help but think that the real her - the really pretty girl - was buried deep inside, just waiting to get out and that if she could only get her out then it would help her confidence grow. Then she would be able to find herself a boyfriend - her first boyfriend - and then she would feel her confidence grow further.
As time had gone by at the gym, she got fitter and she felt her confidence start to grow.
It wasn’t just losing weight - everything about her appearance seemed to improve. Her dirty-blonde hair that had always hung lankly on her head began to lighten and get a whole new luster, a whole new shine, of its own. She had started to eat much more healthy food and her skin had improved. As she took up jogging, she had developed a tan and now her skin glowed, golden and flawless.
The wight had dropped off quickly. She had lost weight and then she had toned up. When she looked at herself in the mirror now, she felt as though she was finally seeing the real her - the real Josy who had been hidden inside all along. Her legs were toned, her stomach flat and firm. Her breasts were a good size, her ass round and sculpted.
She had managed to get fit without going too far. She had managed to make herself look sexy and desirable.
And yet, she was still single. She knew that guys had begun to check her out, but somehow they all still kept away from her. She couldn’t work out what the problem was.
In truth, she had become so hot that a lot of guys found her unapproachable. All that she really had to do was to be patient and wait for a guy with just the right amount of confidence to make a move. She was just impatient for it.
Sometimes she would go for a jog in the morning when the sun was just rising, and she would see guys in the street checking her out as she passed. She thought about the way that her blonde ponytail flicked about, the way that her breasts bounced, the way that her long legs flexed as her toned legs worked and she thought about the effect that it had on the men who watched her. Even the guys who were out jogging, who should have been focused on what they were doing, would watch her as she passed.
Sometimes she liked to think about what would happen if one of them fell in beside her, jogging with her. They would occasionally steal looks at one another and sometimes catch the other person checking them out, at which point they'd smile at each other.
She imagined them heading into the park, jogging across it. It would be quiet in her fantasies with no one else around.
Suddenly, he’d stop - her mystery man - and he’d grab hold of her hand, turning her toward him. They’d look at one another, panting from their exertion, both of them full of anticipation as they knew what was coming.
Then he’d pull her to him and begin to kiss her. She’d kiss him back, just as eager as he was.
Then he’d drag her into the bushes. Then they’d be on the floor, kissing, tearing at one another’s clothes.
She thought about being on top of him, looking down at him. She’d grip him between her powerful thighs. His hands would be on her body - on the bare skin between her leggings and her running top. She’d pull her top off and then his hands would be all over her body.
She thought about pulling his top off and seeing his toned body. She'd bend down and kiss it all over. Then he would kiss her all over. At last, someone would get to enjoy, really appreciate, her new figure.
She thought about his hands on her ass, gripping it hard.
Then he’d roll her over. She thought about him using his hands, his fingers, his mouth, on her body. She thought about how she would lie there quivering with pleasure and with anticipation.
Then she thought about the two of them naked. She thought about him fucking her right there on the grass, right where anyone could come by and see them.
That made her think about the possibility of being discovered. Somehow that turned her on even more. She thought about trying to keep her voice down, to not make too much noise. But it would feel too good and she would cry out. Other people would hear - they would know what was going on. Maybe someone would even see them and then they would be turned on by it. Then someone else would get to appreciate her body in a whole new way.
Sometimes she would finish a jog and she’d be in the shower at home, the blood still pumping fast through her body, making her feel alive. Maybe she would have spotted a guy on her morning run who would have caught her eye and maybe her thoughts would go to him. Maybe as she’d lather herself up her hands would move over her body and she’d marvel at just how good it felt now. She’d sigh with contentment.
Then one of her hands would move down between her legs. She’d let out a slight cry, almost of shock, as she touched herself down there.
This was something that she had discovered about herself as she had got fitter. As she started to explore her own body, her sex drive increased and she had begun to explore herself in a whole new way. When she had pleasured herself it had felt so good, but at the same time, she had been sure that there was something else out there waiting for her - something better. She knew that she needed a man to really bring her body to life and show her who she was and just what real pleasure was.
And yet, it still eluded her. She wanted a man and felt as though she needed one. As her sense of self-worth, her confidence had grown, and she had grown much happier in herself, but now she wanted to share who she was with someone else - and see what they could show her.
She kept going to the gym. It somehow helped with her frustrations as well. She would work them out on the equipment and it made her feel better.
So it was that whenever she went in there, she became more and more focused on what she was doing.
She had been staring off into the distance, working on one of the machines in one of the smaller equipment rooms and she stopped, deciding that she had done enough. She could feel the slight burn in her muscles that had become a feeling she relished these days.
She stood up and stretched herself. That was enough for one day, she thought to herself.
A few strands of hair had come loose from her ponytail and hung down in front of her face. She put her hands on her hips and blew them out of the way.
She turned to the door of the room and tried to open the door. She frowned slightly - it seemed to be locked. She turned the latch and opened the door.