Working out

She watches the gym mirrors instead of the weights. When a man with arms the size of her waist starts his set, her focus drifts. Teeth clenched, neck tight, every rep makes her picture that strength over her instead of on the iron. The bench stays empty, but the image of a body pressing her down grows sharper with every curl. By the time he sets the dumbbells aside, her fingers have slipped beneath the hem of her shorts, tracing the warmth between her thighs while her eyes stay fixed on the reflection of those arms. She spreads her legs just enough to slide her hand deeper, rubbing slow circles over her clit, the fantasy shifting from one lift to the next. Her hips tilt, the bench cold under her ass, each movement pushing her closer while she watches the guy move to the next machine, unaware she is already coming to the thought of him pinning her.