| The Workout© Lying on the bench, his arms lifting and lowering the weight bar, Howie felt his naked torso begin to bead with sweat. He needed this workout in the worst way. He'd spent the day and well into the evening cooped up in an office, first going over business transactions concerning his realty company with his brother John, and then with his band mates’ finalizing their tour plans. He had become uncharacteristically restless half way through the day, and no matter how hard he had concentrated, he couldn't still that restlessness. It had made him edgy and cranky and it had driven his brother and his band mates up the wall. Being the type to always be calm and cool, his hyperactivity had drawn unwanted attention and questions from the guys; questions he had no answers for. That was why at midnight he was down in the complex's gym working out, trying to burn off the extra energy, hoping that maybe he would be able to concentrate in the morning. However, he was on his second set of fifty reps and he still didn't feel any better. He huffed in frustration as he continued, concentrating on the movements of his muscles. Brie stood quietly in the doorway and watched as Howie repeatedly pumped the bar up and down, causing the muscles in his arms and chest to contract and relax. He had a beautiful body, a body she had admired time and time again. She followed the line of his arms from his hands down to his shoulders, onto his chest, down his taut belly, stopping for a moment to admire the way his shorts rode up his legs before continuing her blatantly sexual perusal. He was magnificence personified. She could see nothing but lean, buff muscles. There was not an ounce of fat to mar his perfection. And the light glinting off of the sweat on his body sent her senses reeling. The image of her lapping the sweat from his body caused her to shiver and led to more lustful thoughts. She could see the tension in his body, the restless movements of his feet braced on the floor as he finished his reps. Knowing just what he needed, she stepped into the room as he set the bar in the holder. "Hello Howie," she said as she walked towards him. He remained on his back, but lifted his head slightly to see who was there. "Hey Brie, how are you?" he asked as he rested his head against the black padded bench and breathed deeply. The glimpse of her long toned legs in barely there shorts had sent his blood humming through his veins, rushing to pool at the juncture of his thighs. Casually, he lifted one leg and rested his foot on the bench, trying to hide his growing arousal. "I'm fine, but it looks like you could use some help," she said, pointedly looking at his crotch. He was stunned to say the least. He'd seen Brie around the complex, occasionally worked out at the same time as she did and they had enjoyed a conversation or two, but never had he expected this... this blatant invitation to something he was beginning to want with a fierceness that startled him. She crossed the small space separating them, her body moving provocatively. She reached out and trailed a finger down his chest, collecting his sweat as she went. She looked at his face and then lifted the finger to her mouth and sucked the sweat from the tip. "I could help," she stated. Howie sucked in a deep breath and exhaled loudly as his hard penis jumped at the thought of those pink lips surrounding the tip of his hardness. "Can I help you?" she asked as she lifted a leg and straddled his lower body, aligning her heat to his hardness. She felt a shudder rip through him and she smiled knowingly. Slowly, she leaned forward and licked a beaded drop of sweat from his neck. "Umm, you taste good," she whispered in his ear before moving her body against his as she licked a path to his nipples. "Brie," he moaned as her teeth scraped his nipple. His hands came up and rested at her waist, whether to hold on to her or reality he wasn't sure. "I've often watched you work out," she admitted. "Often wondered what it would be like to touch you," she said as she ran her hands over his ripped stomach and chest. "This is better than anything I've ever imagined." Wanting to touch her, needing to feel her skin under his palms, he slid his hands up her sides under her t-shirt. Her skin was soft to the touch and warm, no not warm, she was hot. Heat poured off her body and into his. Through her shirt he could see her peaked nipples and the sudden desire to see them, taste them swept over him. He pushed her shirt up and over her head only to find her flesh was covered in a black sports bra. He quickly moved out of his way and his fingers unerringly found the treasure he was seeking. The sharp gasp that fell from her lips brought a smile of satisfaction to his lips. He rolled her turgid nipples between his thumbs and forefingers, wringing a pleased groan from Brie. He pulled her forward and down bringing her breasts closer to his mouth. Not wasting a moment of time, he flicked his tongue across first one nipple and then the other. Her body jerked and he moaned as the pressure of her heat increased on his engorged member. Gently he sucked a nipple into his mouth and rolled it around with his tongue, nipping it a bit roughly before kissing the small wound to soothe it. Every move he made against her breast had her rubbing against his hardness. He could feel the tension building and knew he wouldn’t last much longer. He wanted to be buried deep in side her heat, wanted to hear her panting and moaning as they journeyed to ecstasy. “I want you…now,” he stated gruffly. Brie sat up and moved down his legs. “Lift up,” she said frantically, wanting him just as much. Howie complied and she quickly divested him of his shorts. She stared at him for a moment, admiring his maleness, before reaching out to stroke his length. “Don’t,” he gasped, “I won’t last.” Understanding what he was saying, she stood and removed her own workout shorts and then straddled him again. She could feel the pulsing hardness of his penis lying along her heat. Excitement rushed through her and she could feel a flood of wetness flow from within. Rising up slowly on her tiptoes, Brie took him in her hand and the slowly lowered herself onto him. Inch by inch he filled her, his size making her gasp as he brushed her sides, sensitizing nerve endings along the way. “Jesus, you’re so tight… wet… so hot,” he moaned as he pushed upward, sinking in to the hilt. Her body squeezed him tightly in response to his words and she began to slowly lift and settle over him. The feeling of indescribable pleasure spread from her core outward. She could feel his hands on her hips guiding her movements, alternately bringing her down swiftly and then slowly. He was teasing her, making her senses swirl, keeping her body in a heightened state, never knowing which he was going to do. Feeling her release building, she leaned forward and grasped the weight bar in her hands for leverage. She braced her feet flat on the floor and then she began to take over. She needed this release, needed to feel herself exploding over him, on him, with him. “Madre de Dios,” he muttered, as she reached to remove his hands from her hips. She was a wild cat, bouncing hard and fast upon him, her breasts swinging freely above him. He reached for her breast, rose up and surrounded a nipple with his lips. Her guttural moan of pleasure prodded him on. He caught her rhythm, pushing upward with his lower body as she came down, also matching the flicking of his tongue on her nipple to their bodies pace. “Oh! Oh God Howie,” she moaned, and he felt her body begin to contract around his hardness. “Let go and cum,” he murmured against the flesh in his mouth. As if all she needed was his permission, she released a rasping groan as her body shook above him. He felt warm liquid surround his flesh as her contractions intensified. “Jesus,” he muttered as he pulled away from her breast. His breathing was ragged as he pumped once, twice, three times more before calling her name and spilling his seed deep inside her. They lay there quietly on the bench, breathing roughly as they drifted back to reality. Brie’s head was cushioned on Howie’s chest, her hands still grasping the weight bar above her. Slowly, Howie’s hands came to life and began to gently stroke her back. “That was amazing,” he whispered into her ear, his breath stirring the curly wisps of hair that had escaped her ponytail. She laughed softly and released the bar, bringing her hands down to smooth his chest. “Yes, it was.” “Thanks for your help,” he said half in jest, half seriously. “It looks to me like we both needed the help,” she answered him with a smile. “Maybe we can help each other more often,” he suggested as he felt his penis begin to harden again. “I think that’s doable,” she said as she gently squeezed her inner muscles around him. “How about now,” he whispered as he moved his body upward, pushing deeper into her. “Definitely doable,” she said as once again they began to move. Back to Howie's Page |