SEXcercise

I like to look after my body. The local gym gets my heart pumping and keeps my shape tight. Still, every set leaves me wound tight. So once the lights dim and the place empties, I stay behind. The treadmills are quiet, my skin is warm, and the need won’t wait. I peel off my sports bra, letting my full breasts swing free in the cool air. My shorts slide down next. I settle onto a mat, knees bent, thighs open. My fingers find my already-slick folds and sink in without hesitation. Two at first, then three, curling deep while my thumb works the swollen bud above them. The smell of sweat and rubber fills the room as I fuck myself harder, chasing the release the workout started. Each wet slap echoes off the mirrors. My other hand squeezes one heavy breast, pinching the stiff nipple until it stings. When the first orgasm hits, my back arches and a low moan escapes. I don’t stop. A second wave rolls through me before the first fades, my hips bucking against my own hand. Legs trembling, tits flushed, I finally ease my fingers free and lick them clean, tasting the sharp, sweet proof that I finished what the gym began.