“Okay. I think that’s my exit cue,” he laughs at himself and walks away, looking down at his fingertips.
The next hour goes by slowly. In this massive gym, it feels like it’s just me and Jon. A couple of people have come in and are sticking to the cardio floor. I’ve worked my way downstairs to the free weight floor. Jon is down here, too. I didn’t follow him. I’m on the leg press and he’s doing a dumbbell circuit.
In between my sets I let my eyes wander to his corner of the gym.
I feel like a creeper checking him out, but his gray gym shorts are showing off his ass perfectly. He may be short, but for a guy, he has a great ass. I only allow myself to look at him for a few seconds and then refocus on my set. I get that prickly feeling again, and I notice Jon watching me through the mirror.Looks like we’re both a couple of creeps.
Since I’m on a roll with bad decisions, what’s wrong with another?
I wipe down the leg press, and make my way over to Jon who’s finishing a set of dumbbell shoulder presses on a bench. I notice thedark hair poking out from the neckline of his shirt and I can’t help but wonder if he’s a hairy guy. He looks like he can grow a good beard if he were to let his facial hair grow out.
“You gonna be using this bench much longer?” I ask, toweling off some sweat from my brow. These towels are amazing. Most gyms have cheap terry cloth towels. Not this gym. It’s like the finest fabric. So soft, and I think it’s even lightly scented.
His eyes rake up my torso, then widen when they notice the two bars pierced through my nipples. This sports bra tends to show off that asset.Not ashamed.
“Um. I just have one more set. I’ll be done soon. I gotta get to work, anyway,” he says, licking his bottom lip again.
“Mm. Does that mean you need to shower first?” I’m coming on pretty strong, but I’m fairly confident this dude is into me, and what’s the harm in a steamy make out session in the gym locker room?
He coughs, clearing his throat. “Y-yea. That’s my next stop, actually,” he says, taking a swig from his water bottle. He keeps his dark, brown eyes on mine as he drinks.
“Well, I should get a shower, too. I worked up a good sweat.”
His cheeks darken, and he re-racks the dumbbells. “Guess, I’ll let you finish. It was nice meeting you, Margeaux.” He makes his way to the men’s locker room, but he stops to look at me over his shoulder once more.
That’s my signal.
I casually follow his path and quietly open the door to the locker room. I hear the clanging of a locker and follow the sound. I turn a corner and catch Jon with his shirt off, his broad, hairy chest on display.Fuck yes!His chest hair funnels down to a thin line of hair that disappears behind his shorts.
“M-Margeaux?! This is the men’s room! You can’t be in here!” He darts his eyes around to make sure nobody else is here. He covers his chest with his discarded shirt. Can this guy get any cuter?
“Then I guess we should be quick, huh?” I ask, stalking closer to him.
“Margeaux…I…” His words trail off when I get right next to him, flick my tongue out against his earlobe, then gently pull it between my teeth.
“Hmmm? I’m listening,” I whisper, giving his ear another gentle flick.
“Fuuuccckkkk. I’m sweaty…”
“Then I guess I’m going to get dirty.” I lick his neck then suction my lips around that same spot, tasting the saltiness of his sweat. “Mmmmm.”
His entire body shivers, and he drops his shirt to the floor.
“Fuck. You like being a dirty girl?” he rasps, one of his hands reaches behind me and grabs my ass.
“Mmmnn.Love it.”
The next second, I’m pinned with my back against the wall of lockers and Jon has his mouth on my neck, our hips grinding, and our hands grasping.
“Fuck. You’re the sexiest woman I’ve ever met,” he grunts against my collarbone. His soft beard scratches and tickles my skin.
“Fuck, Jon. Kiss me,” I beg. I want his thick lips on mine. His hands are surprisingly strong and I’m a panting mess for him. He glides his tongue along the seam of my lips, and I open my mouth for him, flicking my tongue against his, wanting more of him.
This kiss is unreal. His tongue twines with mine in perfect tempo. Fuck me, his hands are grabbing me as if he’s trying to etch his fingerprints into my skin. This is the hottest make out I’ve had in so long. I feel his erection through his shorts, and I run my hand over it.
“Ohhh…Yes. Please,” he begs into my mouth. He seems so touch-starved, that every stroke I make is setting off fireworks for him.
I get my hand around his length, and holy dick. This dude is all girth. I have big hands for a woman, and he is more than a handful. My pussy is clenching, calling for his thickness. I start tugging down his shorts, needing to feast my eyes on what he’s got.
