"Look at the big man" she coos softly, keeping her voice to a breath whisper as I feel it tickle at my neck. "Maybe we can see who can lift more before we leave, winner gets to decide when Jordan comes back and how long Jess sticks around" she chuckles, releasing me from her embrace as she climbs on to the bench.
I shiver for a moment at her suggestion, my eyes going wide as she slides under the bar.
"I'm kidding" she laughs, rolling her shoulders and getting her hands in position. "Mostly... Hey can you keep count?"
With a thud I drop myself down onto the next bench over, my plush plump behind acting as a soft cushion against the firm foam backing. I wriggle into a meekly seated potion, my legs crossing instinctively as I hold my delicate hands in my lap.
For a moment my fingers drum at the tiny leather purse slung over my right shoulder, the feeling of my long french-tipped nails on my left hand find snapping into the forefront of my mind as I feel them clatter against the hard surface of the bag. Glancing down, past the soft pale mounds on display through the cleavage window of my dress, I can't help but smirk at the sight of the almost painfully short finger nails on my right hand.
Biting at my lower lip I look up at Emily, the tall woman's muscles flexing as she takes the heavy metal bar off the rack and begins to slowly lowering it towards her bulging chest. My heart flutters as I whimper softly, my thighs squeezing together as I watch the sweat bead on her lightly tan skin and her chest shifting in the tight sports bra with each of her deep breaths. Shivers run up and down my spine, my skin growing almost achingly sensitive as my own breaths turn shallow and sharp.
Between my legs a mind numbing and nearly painful need begins to build, the tight slit barely hidden beneath the hem of my dress dripping and quivering at the sight of the muscle-mommy as she powers through her set.
I begin to burn up, the arousal quickly blending with embarrassment as I become hyper aware of the crowded space around me and the many men and women stealing glances at the petite and scantily clad young woman simply watching someone else work out.
"Don't leave a stain" I beg in a whimpering thought, my knees quaking as I feel my thighs grow slick with juices. "Please please please just..."
"Babe" Emily calls out, a loud clang of metal on metal shaking me back to reality as I look up at the sweaty redhead with adoring eyes. "How many was that?" she asks after a short pause, her own gaze drifting down to my chest as her lips turn into a sly grin.
"I...uh..." I mewl, writhing in my seat as she stand up to tower over me. "I dunno..." I meekly whimper, my lips quivering as I stare up at her and the shelf of flesh that practically begs for me to bury my face into it.
Grinning ear to ear, Emily begins to remove some of the weight plates from the steel bar before raising it up and returning the plates to the rack before grabbing some more. Pacing back over to the bar she quickly mounts the plates and locks them in place, her lip twisting into a Cheshire cat grin as she pushes the bench away and moves to take the bar across her toned shoulders.
"Can you please keep an eye on my form?" she purrs, biting her lower lip as she shoots me a mocking glance. I'm simply left nodding as she begins to squat, her black shorts straining as her taut ass and thick muscular thighs flex and press against the elastic material.
I'm forced to swallow hard, my mouth practically watering at the sight of the woman Jessica adored putting on a slow and sweaty show mere feet away from me. My eyes dart between her juicy rear as it presses back, her powerful thighs, and her toned back as sweat begins to run down her flawless skin. My hand begins to squeeze into my thigh, massaging the supple flesh as visions of the redhead straddling my head and burying my face between though thighs become almost too much to bare.
My fingers inch closer and closer to my aching pussy, the fear of being caught in the middle of the gym quickly being drowned out by the all encompassing need to relieve my body of the immense pent up arousal.
"Naughty girl" coos Emily's voice in a breathy sigh, the steel bar clattering back into the rack as she stands up on her own unsteady legs. I squeal in shock, my hands shooting to my side as if to hide what I had just been inching myself towards mere seconds ago.
Walking around the large metal frame and towards me she gives my hair a quick rustle, my head twisting as I mewl at the brief moment of affection. Emily quickly fetches some small barbells, the rubber coated weights sporting bright pinks and purples as if to gender the lack of mass behind them.
"Alright..." she coos, dropping down into the seat beside me as wrapping her hot and sweaty arm around my shoulder. My nostril flare as I inhale deeply, the heady scent of her post workout nearly pushing my body over the edge as I wriggle in closer to her and rest my head on her shoulder. After a quick peck on the top of my head she nudges me back up, grabbing my right hand by the wrist before placing the pink weight into it. "Let's see what you've got" she chuckles, releasing her grip on my hand as I feel the weight suddenly begin to drag me arm down.
My arm quickly begins to shake, the tiny and poorly defined bicep struggling with even the tiny dumbbell. With a little whining grunt I pull the weight up to my shoulder, my eyes going wide as I look at the smirking young woman beside me.
"Okay" she chuckles, lifting her own slightly larger weight effortlessly as she sticks out her tongue. "That's one, how many more do you have in you big man?" she chides, her eyes narrowing to a glare as her lips twist into a smirk.
"I never... you were joking about..." I wheeze and whine, wriggling in my seat as the dampness between my legs begs for my attention. Without letting the weight fall, practically locking my arm up and resting it against my shoulder, I lean over with a whimpering sigh. "I'm so fucking horny... I need you so badly I can't even..." I begin to beg, struggling to even speak without nibbling at her ear or kissing her neck.
Emily shivers a little as my shrunken form inches closer and closer, my breath on her neck seemingly setting her on a similar course of my body was already on. With a shuddering breath her free hand reaches over, my lips twisting into a broad grin for a moment only to have my hopes dashed as she forces my arm back down in order for me to lift the weight again.
"You left me pent up all week" she whispers back, grumbling slightly as she lowers her weight. "I think you can wait just a few minutes longer... assuming you can even lift that thing."
"You... " I whine, shaking as I struggle to lift the pink weight for a second time. "You... You're such a..."
"Brat?" she coos back, easily lifting her own weight back up before nudging my arm and causing it to drop back down. "I learnt from the best. That's two by the way."
The competition, as expected, barely lasts a minute before my arm finally gives out. Grunting and whimpering I find my arm refusing to move from it's extended position, my gaze shifting from the aching limb and the redhead beside me as she quickly counts up reps with her own weight to double my own score.
"Looks like I win" Emily chuckles, taking the weight from my hand before leaping back to her feet. She quickly drops the weights back on their own little shelf before practically skipping over to clean up after her brief workout with a spring in her step. "How about a week... no, month of Jessica? You can make up for being sick with interest and we can fix your stupid dude apartment while we're..."
"I... I never agreed to..." I begin to squeak in shock, the words falling short and my tongue twisting as Emily strides over to place her hand under my chin. She tilts my head up, forcing me to look her in the eyes and causing my lips to part as she squeezes my cheeks.
"Don't back out just because you lost" she commands, her voice sending shivers down my spine as my legs begin to shake again at her touch. "Up" she orders, causing me to lurch and stumble to my feet as she seems to fight back a deep belly laugh. For a moment I watch as she rushes off, grabbing some paper towels to wipe down her equipment before she suddenly returns and places some in my hands.
I'm confused for a moment, biting at my lip as I look to her equipment. "Do you want me to... to clean up after you sweetie?" I ask meekly, inching forward as I move to press myself against her firm muscular form. However, before I can reach her she reaches out with a broad grin and blushing face, clasping my shoulders before spinning me around.
"No..." she coos, still poorly stifling a laugh. "You need to clean up after..." she continues, only to be cut short as I squeal with embarrassment at the little wet patch of grool coating the fake black leather of the bench.
"Shit..." I blurt out, quickly bending over as I begin to wipe at the wet patch vigorously. My face burns, my eyes darting around as if expecting to see someone who noticed. I feel my chest wobble and jiggle inside my skin tight dress as I rub the seat, my ass joining in as I provide Emily with a show as she hastily wipes down her own bench with far less interest in making it perfectly clean.
Suddenly, I feel a set of fingers slither under my dress and between my legs. An arms wraps over my shoulder and between my breasts as I'm pulled back into the towering woman behind me. Short sharp gasps slip from my plump lips, her fingers gently teasing at the dripping lips between my legs as she leans down to kiss my neck.
"You really do make one horny little bitch don't you?" she chuckles, her laugh growing momentarily louder as I give a little whimpering nod. She barely manages to catch herself, stopping before her laugh grows too loud and draws attention to us as her fingers continue to tenderly stroke my aching pussy.
"Well..." she coos, her breath on my neck and ear threatening to take my knees out from under me.
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