#3101: Heavy Lifting
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Marissa treats the gym as sacred ground—focused, familiar, and strictly business. That routine shatters when she notices a striking newcomer whose attention lingers a little too long. As the gym empties and the tension builds, Marissa discovers that some workouts burn far hotter after hours.
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That evening wasn’t supposed to be any different. She walked into the gym and greeted the receptionist with a smile before heading straight to the locker room. At that point, she knew which locker was the best—one tucked away in a far corner, where she could have all the space to herself. Marissa opened the small door and started to undress.
Her work was serious and filled with stress, and that stress was a big part of why she needed the gym—especially after long, tense meetings during which she couldn’t help but feel frustrated.
Marissa took off her skirt and shirt, slipping out of her lacy black bra to exchange it for a more practical, wine-colored sports bra. She didn’t want anyone looking too closely or noticing her breasts bouncing during her sets, so she chose one that pressed them tightly against her chest. She put on matching leggings and pulled her dark hair into a ponytail, making sure it stayed out of the way during her workout.
Marissa looked good, and she knew it. She didn’t mind catching eyes during training—it flattered her—but she wasn’t looking for anything. Admiration was more than enough for her at the moment.
She grabbed her water bottle and walked into the gym, where various pieces of equipment waited to be used. As always during evening hours, all the benches were taken. Marissa looked around, searching for something to take her frustration out on. She could have joined someone and taken turns on a machine, but that wasn’t her preferred way to train. Still, it didn’t seem like she had much of a choice unless she wanted to leave and come back later.
Her gaze landed on the leg press machines. There were three in the gym, all currently occupied. She knew two of the people using them—both long-time regulars. The third man, however, was someone new. Marissa hadn’t seen him before, but it was clear he wasn’t new to heavy lifting.
The stranger wore black shorts and a matching T-shirt that clung tightly to his body, outlining the hard muscle of his chest and stomach. His arms and legs were equally muscular, his arms covered in tattoos. Dark ink twisted into a large dragon along his right arm, glistening with sweat and flexing as he exerted himself.
Usually, Marissa didn’t mix pleasure with her routine. But the man was new, and possibly only around for a short while. She decided to make use of the opportunity.
With a cheeky smile, Marissa slowly made her way toward him.
He noticed her immediately, letting his eyes roam over her body without hesitation. Their interaction followed the familiar rhythm of gym etiquette, ending with him stepping away from the machine and introducing himself. Marissa learned his name was Damien and quickly confirmed her suspicion that he was only in the city temporarily for work, which made the encounter even more appealing.
Marissa took her place on the machine and asked for help adjusting the weights. Damien assisted without hesitation and stayed close as she worked through her set. She pushed herself harder than usual, aware of his attention as her chest rose and fell and her body grew hot with exertion.
When she finished, Damien helped her up and watched as she drank from her water bottle. She let a few drops trail down her chin, over her neck, and between her breasts before wiping them away.
Normally, Marissa wouldn’t stay longer than two hours, but that evening was different. She grew easily distracted, taking longer breaks between sets to keep his attention. Their mutual interest was obvious, and Marissa had no intention of hiding it. She already knew what she wanted from the encounter, her imagination racing ahead to what might happen once the gym emptied.
She flirted shamelessly, touching his muscular arms and commenting on his form, and Damien returned the attention. When his hand slid from her ankle up to her ass as she tested the weight on another machine, she knew exactly how the night would end.
By ten o’clock, they were the only two people left in the gym. The tension between them was unmistakable, their eyes constantly wandering over each other’s bodies. Damien leaned close, making it clear he was curious about the blind spots in the gym’s camera coverage. Marissa knew the answer, and the risk sent a shiver of excitement through her.
Without a word, she grabbed his wrist and led him into one of the far corners of the gym. A bench used for deadlifts stood there, and Marissa had far more interesting plans for it.
Once she was sure they were out of view, she pulled Damien close, gripping the back of his head and pressing her lips firmly against his. Electricity surged through her as he grabbed her ass, squeezing and pulling her closer. His tongue explored her mouth hungrily, their bodies pressed tight together.
Damien guided her backward until the bench touched the back of her legs. She sat down in front of him, her intentions unmistakable. Any lingering hesitation vanished as Marissa eagerly encouraged him to continue.
She watched as he stripped, revealing his muscular chest and then his cock—long, thick, and already hard. She wrapped her hand around him immediately, stroking until his breath hitched. Without delay, she leaned forward and took him into her mouth, sucking slowly while her hand worked his length.
The risk of being caught only heightened the intensity. She looked up at him as she took him deeper, refusing to slow or give him a moment to recover. His release came quickly, spilling into her mouth. Marissa swallowed easily before wiping her lips.
Damien pulled her close and kissed her deeply, tasting himself on her tongue. The kiss left her breathless and weak, but she didn’t need to stand. Damien guided her onto her back on the bench instead.
He unzipped her sports bra and lavished attention on her breasts before trailing kisses down her stomach. He tugged her leggings and panties away, and Marissa lifted her hips to help him. Once she was bare, she spread her legs without hesitation.
Damien knelt between them, his hands gripping her thighs. His breath brushed her slit before his tongue followed, slow and deliberate. Marissa moaned, fingers tangling in his hair as pleasure built steadily.
He didn’t stop, increasing the pressure until her cries echoed through the empty gym. When her orgasm finally hit, it left her trembling and weak, her body shuddering beneath him.
Damien stood over her, fully hard again, and Marissa knew she wasn’t finished. She turned onto her hands and knees, pushing her ass up invitingly. Damien took his time preparing before pressing his tip against her entrance.
She gripped the bench as he filled her slowly, her moans growing louder as he began to thrust. At first, he moved deliberately, his hands firm on her hips, delivering a light slap that made her gasp.
Soon, his pace quickened. Marissa pushed back to meet him, sweat slicking their skin as her breasts bounced freely. It was intense, messy, and deeply satisfying.
Pleasure built again, tightening inside her until another orgasm tore through her, freezing her in place as wave after wave rolled through her body.
Later, Marissa lay on the bench, catching her breath as Damien dressed. She learned that he would still be in the city for another week, leaving plenty of time for future workouts together.
Marissa smiled to herself, more than pleased with the experienced new fitness partner she had found.