Clara wiped the jagged remains of her ponytail off her sweaty forehead. She was breathing heavily after her jog. Even in the air conditioned gym, she had broken into quite the sweat. Absent-mindedly, she dabbed her glistening arms, absorbing the moisture. As she stepped off the treadmill, her tits gave a little bounce, as if announcing her end. She headed over to the mirrors to stretch before showering.
As she walked over, she noticed a man following her movements with his eyes. She had noticed him before - he was neither tall nor short, fat nor thin, fit nor unfit, old nor young. He was, however, very handsome. Clara stopped for a second and caught his eye. His dark eyes felt piercing, like he could see through her. Her face flushed and she turned away and began stretching - and he continued to watch.
She was aware of his eyes on her tight, round ass. She was aware when his gaze shifted from her ass to her chest. She kept stretching. Her red leggings and white bra leaving little to the imagination. When she finished, she began to head to the showers. As she headed to the locker room, the man walked in front of her.
“I’m Matthew.” He said with a glint in his eye and a lust filled smile.
Clara looked at him, pink decorating her cheeks, and then quickly averted her gaze. Gently pushing past him, she walked into the locker room. As she went to close the door she felt it catch. She looked up and saw Matthew smiling at her.
“You have a nice ass.” He winked and released the door.
Clara took a few steps back as the door swung shut. She felt her heart pound and a weird sensation in her stomach? No lower than her stomach - she felt her pussy tighten. She took another step back, wondering what about this man made her body ache.
Matthew. She rolled the name in her head as she stepped into the shower. Matthew. She thought as she soaped her thighs. Matthew. She whispered as she soaped her breasts. Matthew, Matthew, Matthew she repeated with every gentle touch she allowed her sensitive areas.
What gave him the right to live in her mind? What gave him the right to be filling her thoughts? What gave him the right to make her clit long for touch?
She walked back into the lobby, her long black hair cascading over her shoulders resting atop her sweater-covered breasts. She reached into the pocket of her shorts looking for her phone, but she couldn’t find it. Frustrated, she set her bag on the floor and bent over to dig for it.
“Looking for something?” A familiar voice said behind her. Clara paused, ass in air, heart pounding. Matthew. She dropped her ass and quickly turned. Her breasts, with no bra to hold them, swung as she turned; self consciously she lifted a hand to dampen their movement. Matthew chuckled softly.
He took a step closer.
“Looking for this?” He waggled her phone.
“Yes!” Clara leaned forward, reaching for it. Matthew smirked, took a step back, and put it into his pocket.
He winked, “buy me lunch first.”
Clara stared at him. Brown eyes wide. Freaking Matthew.
“Fine.” She rolled her eyes, but her pussy dampened.
They walked to the coffee shop next door and ordered. Sitting across from each other, Clara stared at Matthew and Matthew just smirked back. He shifted his chair and they were next to each other.
“Tell me about you.” His words were honey.
“What do you want to know?” Her words cold.
“How was your first kiss?”
“Perfect.”
“How was your first, sexual...experience?” He winked.
“Everything I hoped.” Matthew’s questions felt too personal to answer but too direct to ignore.
“Do you ever pleasure yourself?” His smile was wide.
Clara stood up, this man had gone too far. He set her phone on the table. She sat down.
“I bet you use your fingers. Slowly round and round. Sometimes filling yourself, but cumming to your skinny fingers rubbing your wet clit.” His eyes glittered and slid her phone over to her. She snatched it up, fully intending to leave right then. But something made her stay. He put $20 on the table and stood up. Clara stood too. Matthew flashed a smile, and Clara’s pussy melted. He grabbed his jacket and headed towards the door.
Clara froze and blurted “I need to use the bathroom.”
And she headed to the bathroom. When she got into the large, self contained room she looked at herself in the mirror. She saw her bright pink cheeks. She saw her long black hair, and she noticed her nipples poking through the fabric of her hoody. She splashed some water in her face. She unlocked the door and pushed it open. Right in front of her stood Matthew.
He smiled at her and pushed his way into the bathroom, locking the door behind him. She took a step back. He took a step closer. He leaned over and picked her up, placing her on the sink. Carefully, he put his fingers in her waist band and peeled her shorts and panties off in one motion. Her juices stretched between her soaking pussy and panties as they fell to the ground. Matthew noticed and he laughed.
“Oh, you’re ready for me, huh?”
He ran his hand over her pussy. She let out a small exhale.
“Tell me you want me to stop and I will” he whispered into her ear.
Clara said nothing. Matthew smirked and took two fingers and began rubbing her clit. Clara’s head rolled back and she moaned.
“Tell me you want me to stop and I will,” Matthew repeated. Clara said nothing. Matthew slid two fingers into her tight pussy and kept rubbing her clit. Clara moaned. Matthew stopped. He pulled down his pants revealing a very erect cock; he stroked himself, rubbing her juices over his erection. He smirked as he grabbed Clara’s thighs, sliding her to the edge of the sink. He put the tip right against her warm slit.
“Tell me to stop, and I will,” he pressed himself against her.
“No,” She whispered back.
He smiled and pushed himself into her. Clara moaned. He pushed until he filled her up completely.. He placed his fingers over her clit and gently rubbed until she began to cum. He rubbed faster and she began to shudder. He began thrusting.
Faster and faster before quickly joining her in ecstatic release. They shuddered together before he removed his cock and pulled up his pants. Matthew then tossed Clara her shorts and panties, watching her put them on.
He kissed her forehead and left the bathroom. Clara stood staring at the void he left before she walked out. As she made her way to her car, she heard someone say “See you tomorrow!” And she smiled because she knew it was Matthew.