Body Building To Sex Relation Building

I was a PHD student in an American university and was staying there for the past 3 years. I have been frequenting the campus gym for more than two years and I have become acquainted with most of the regulars who worked out there. Unlike some of my American friends, I am never one to use my workout time as a way of meeting women.

I was serious about the time I spent there and wanted to work on my body as much as possible. I was proud of the work that I had done the past two years and my dedication was evident in the stares of women when they would catch a glimpse of me. Last month while I was going through my routine I noticed a beautiful woman staring at me.

I never like to work out with headphones on because my concentration inevitably goes to the music rather than my muscles, so I have to admit that I was immediately distracted by the glances of this beautiful lady.
She was dripping with perspiration as she did her time on the treadmill. The black spandex that she wore was pulled tightly over what appeared to be a flawless body.

The sweat was beginning to show up as wet patches in places and I tried to concentrate on my lifting but could not ignore the tingling that I felt in my crotch when I looked again though, she was gone after and I finished the workout, I walked out of the main gym floor and bumped into this beauty. She was magnificent! Standing about 5’5 with shoulder length brown, straight hair.

I once again felt that tingle in my crotch. She seemed to be an Indian-American from her looks. It did not take us long to begin a conversation and soon we found ourselves at the juice bar attached to the gym getting to know one another better. She told me that her name was Anita and she was instructor of French language in the college of arts and sciences and her husband was working in a local construction company.

I had learnt French in school and junior college back in India and, importantly, I had done a diploma at the alliance franchise in India due to which I was quite ok in my spoken as well as written French. I conversed with her for some minutes in French and she seemed mighty impressed in the next two weeks, we saw each other at the gym regularly.

Friday last week, her husband had dropped her since she had some problems with her car at the end of her workout she came to me and asked me if I could drop her home which was just across the campus. I readily agreed and she waited for me till I finished my routine. I finished my workout and came out to the parking area with her in the car, we had a very lively conversation about Indian politics.

The arguments were interesting because I am a right-wing supporter and she is a leftist when we arrived outside her house, she asked me if I was thirsty and told me that she had some gatorade inside. I readily agreed to the drink and parked the car in her driveway and accompanied her inside the house. The house was furnished very tastefully and I was immediately taken in by the richness of the décor.

She went inside and came out with gatorade and some water in two glass. She started the television told me to relax with the Gatorade after the exhaustion of the workout while she headed for the shower. I quenched my thirst with the Gatorade and started flipping through the channels after around ten minutes she came out looking stunningly sexy with freshly washed hair and clothed in white Turkish bathrobe.

She sat beside me and took my hand in hers. She asked me do you like me. I mumbled of course? She asked are you sexually attracted to me. I said- Yes, but I am not sure if we should do this? She said I am, and firmly grasped my hand and led me into the bedroom. Once in the bedroom, she untied the satin belt on her robe and let the belt and the robe fall to the floor.

My estimation of her at the gym had definitely been correct, she was perfect. She walked provocatively toward me and said in a sultry, low growl, Let’s get these clothes off of you. She slowly pulled my T-shirt over my head and moved her hands over my smooth, tight chest. She pulled me to her by grabbing my ass and giving it a tight squeeze.

She undid my shorts and pulled them down to my ankles before she knelt to remove my shoes and socks. I stood there in their bedroom in a pair of white, Calvin Klein boxer briefs; with an erection that I was sure was bigger and harder than anything I had experienced since my eighth grade class. She pushed me down on the bed on my back and straddled my face.

She looked at me longingly and said hungry? We kissed for a few minutes and then I slithered down kissing her entire torso. I took my hands and spread the lips of her cunt apart; she was already dripping her nectar. My tongue went in between the folds of her pink flesh to taste the hot, wet, honey. I stuck my tongue as far up inside of her as I possibly could, begin a fucking motion.

She began to squirm around on my face and soon her juices were all over me. I let my hands roam all over her tight body until they found her tight breasts. I gently played with the flesh as I sucked on her, pinching her nipples playfully. I was hard and dripping pre-cum and I knew if he played with her too much I would shoot all over. I climbed on her and positioned my cock just below her cunt and gently slid my cock inside her.

She started moaning and threw her head back in ecstasy. I started a slow rhythm so I would not run the risk of hurting her and as she opened up I moved faster and faster every nerve ending in my body was electrified after about five minutes of sustained pumping from me, Anita began to yell oooh and then the moment came oooohh! We were both out of breath and panting like dogs in heat.

It had been a miracle I had not come yet, but I figured it would not take much for me. I knew that I could not last long and I began to pump her hard and fast after only a couple of thrusts, I threw my head back and scream, adventure. Anita asked if it would be ok if she took another shower. I told her that I would be gone when she was finished.

I relaxed on the bed until and I heard the shower running. I suppose that I wanted to relive the moment as long as I possibly could. She came out after some minutes in her underclothes and told me she had thoroughly enjoyed our session. I told her that it was a wonderful experience for me too and asked her if she wanted to do it again sometime.

She told me she would seek a convenient time again and in the meantime, she joked, she would continue to flirt me in the gym. I laughed and put on my clothes. I kissed her goodbye and left, dazed but happy after that session, many other encounters happened with her and her friends as well, which I will share later. She was kind of very sad when I was moving to the west coast in US but life has to keep going. Now I am back to India and stay in Hyderabad for feedback mail me on [email protected]