Working Out

With an “umph,” she collapsed face down on her yoga mat. We had just finished working out at home (much easier than trying to go to a gym these days), and we were both tired and sweaty—and a little horny.

“Did you want to shower?” I asked her as I cleaned up my area.

“No,” she mumbled. “I just want to lie here.”

I looked over at where she was lying. She was wearing only a sports bra and a tight little pair of shorts, and the slight sheen of sweat made her olive skin look particularly fetching. I felt a bulge growing in my shorts and decided to be a little playful.

I walked over to where she was lying and got down on top of her, gently rubbing her buttocks with the now large member in my shorts.

“Hey, now,” she said, squirming slightly, a smile playing at her lips. “You’re sweaty.”

“Yep. Do you wanna…?” I asked, playfully wiggling my hips against hers and giving a kiss on her shoulder.

She pushed back with her own hips. “I think there is something in the way,” she said in a sultry, suggestive manner.

With that, I removed my shorts and boxers (I had worked out shirtless and was now naked), then slowly pulled off her own shorts and undies. I lay on top of her, raining kisses on her back as I slightly spread her legs and slid my penis between them towards her waiting and already wet vagina. She lifted her hips to meet me, gasping and arching her back when I entered. I pushed forward slowly, letting the warmth and wetness of her hole gradually envelope more and more of my member. She whimpered as I reached my full length.

“Ready?” I whispered, kissing her neck gently. Then I began thrusting, rapidly at first, then slowly, focusing on sliding my entire length in and out of her.

She moaned and gripped the edge of her mat. I alternated speed and intensity several more times until her body tensed in the grip of her first orgasm of the day.

“Did you like that?” I asked.

She gave me a mock glare that couldn’t hide her smile and pushed up and back with her hips. I pushed myself up onto my knees, and she got up onto all fours, maintaining penetration the whole time.

“I think we forgot something,” I said, leaning forward to push her sports bra up off of her boobs. We tried pushing it up over her head, but it was tight and got hung up a little before we finally got the offending garment off.

“You got it caught on my nose,” she protested.

“But the girls are now free,” I said, reaching forward to grasp her warm, soft breast. “And your nipples are hard,” I informed her.

She sniffed in mock indignation, then moaned as I picked up the pace of thrusting. I moved my hands from her breasts to her hips, holding her tight as I pounded her pussy. I felt her tense, her back arching in the throes of another orgasm, and I slowed again to let her recover.

We kept the rhythm slow—in and out, in and out—focusing on moving my entire length into and out of her vagina. She moaned with pleasure and bent lower, reaching back to fondle my balls.

There is something amazing about how she gently handles my testes while I am deep inside of her. I kept the movement slow as she deftly handled my balls until her hand fell away, and I picked up the pace again.

Moaning with pleasure, she leaned forward, resting her head and arms on the ground with her butt pushed way up behind her. It did not take long before another orgasm hit her, and we slowed down again to let her recover. Again she reached back to cup my testes.

I let go of her hips, which I had been holding while pounding her and pushed my own hips forward, only moving slightly now. She caught the hint and dropping her hand from my balls, she propped herself up and began moving back and forth along my shaft.

I cast my head back and let out a little moan of my own as she rocked herself back and forth over my penis. Whenever she does this, it alternately tightens and loosens the muscles in her vagina, and the sensation is intoxicating. I felt myself begin to approach orgasm with each bounce of her toned butt off my hips.

She came before I got there, shuddering and dropping onto her elbows. Before I could grab her hips and ride her to climax, she slipped off of my rod and rolled onto her back.

“Come here,” she said, legs spread invitingly. I lay down on top of her, sliding smoothly into her wet and waiting pussy. Even as warmed up as she was, she still arched her back and shuddered at my entry. I kissed her passionately as I began thrusting. She returned the kiss and moved her hips in rhythm with mine.

It did not take long before I felt the telltale signs of an approaching orgasm. My balls tightened, and I stiffened before shooting a load deep into her waiting pussy. The sensation was enough to trigger one last orgasm for her, and she squirmed with pleasure. We kissed, and I rolled off of her as our climax subsided.

“I love you, ” I said.

“Love you too,” came her sincere reply.