Working Out

“I want to work out,” Laura said to the only other person in the gym.

He was a big man, with broad shoulders and a giant chest. He looked her over. Then he pointed to a low padded bench, a steel frame attached to it. “Go use that.”

Laura looked at it with a blank stare. “How’s it work?”

He picked up a bar from the collection of weights in the corner, tossing it to Laura, then picking up a few weights himself. “Put that on the rack.”

Laura moved. She was wearing a sleeveless tee and a pair of shorts, which were so tight that he could see her buttocks flexing beautifully beneath them with every step. 

Once she’d set the bar on, he packed it with weights. “Now, show me what you think is a natural weightlifting position.”

“Like this, right?” Laura asked, crawling onto the bench. Her ass came up into the air, her wiggling movements forcing it to one side as he watched. A sweet glimpse of her cunt winked at him, like the flesh of an apple after the skin had been bitten through.

“That’s not it,” he said, his cock growing as he saw more and more of her pussy on shameless display. “Try again.”

Laura turned around, crawling a few paces toward him so that he had a clear view down her shirt. With her bent over, he could clearly see her supple breasts hanging down underneath her, with no sports bra to keep them in line either.

“No, not like that either. Here, let me show you.”

He straddled the end of the bench in front of her, then reached past her to adjust the bench so its other end raised up in the air, while his end dropped down like a teeter-totter. Laura rolled forward head over heels, coming down straddling the bench, facing him. He pushed her back gently until her back met the angled board, so she lay supine before him, like some virgin sacrifice to a savage god.

“I didn’t know you could adjust these,” Laura said, a little breathless.

“You can adjust a lot of things,” he told her.

He reached out, grasped the collar of her shirt, and pulled it down slowly. The fabric stretched almost to the breaking point, revealing more and more of her cleavage until finally it was underneath her left breast, allowing it to burst out into the open. He pulled at her shirt from a different angle and her right breast slipped out, leaving both lolling weirdly out over the scrunched material of her shirt.

Laura bit her lip, staring down at her exposed breasts along with him, surprised by how much larger they seemed to be with her shirt pulled down beneath them.

“Your shirt’s adjustable,” he taunted her, sitting comfortably on the fallen end of the bench like it was a ramp lowering Laura down to him. “I think your shorts are too.”

He grabbed hold of her shorts and pulled, putting his corded muscles to good use. Her shorts split in half at the crotch, the two halves clinging uselessly to her toned thighs, leaving her cunt on full display to him, almost broadcast to his searching gaze.

It looked like she was going to get her workout after all.