A Smoke After the Gym

I got out of the gym even more sweaty, heated, and aching than usual. I'd pushed myself, hard as I could. Kept lifting, pushing, pulling until my body was screaming at me to let it up. It had been one of those days... for the last couple weeks. I had to do something to drown out how loud my brain had gotten. But even when my muscles were screaming it didn't do enough to smother my thoughts.

When I got to my car, parked under a tree in the back of the lot, I took a quick glance around, but didn't see anyone. I ducked into the door and fished a smoke out of the pack I kept stashed in the center console. I'd decided smoking was a great habit to pick back up. I lit the cigarette, tossed my lighter back in the console and went to go lean against the nearby tree and took a long drag. My head dropped back against the trunk and I sighed, letting the smoke curl out of my mouth.

"Got another one of those?" A voice called out, low and warm.

I staggered and opened my eyes. My jaw went tight when I saw her approaching, closing the distance between us.

I'd noticed her in the gym earlier. It was impossible not to. Tall, lean, tanned. Wide, flared hips and firm, full tits. She wore a tight top, low necked, showing off the cut of her abs. The tight exercise shorts almost did me in, encasing her legs, showing them off, practically painted over her flesh. She knew exactly how she looked, probably busted her ass to look that good, and she obviously wasn't afraid to show it off. She ran a hand through her hair, thick and the color of caramel, her eyes a shade or two lighter.

"Hey," she said when she stood just a few feet away. Her lips curled into a smile, full and soft. "Can I get a smoke..?"

I cleared my throat and nodded dumbly, trying to rein my thoughts in and drag my eyes off her body and up to her face. Her smile deepened, and for a heartbeat, I caught her eyes roaming over me. Something stirred in me, low and hot.

"Yeah, for sure," I managed to get out finally and pushed off the tree to get back in my car. I got another cigarette and my lighter out of the console and handed them to her.

She took them, placed the smoke between her lips. I tried not to stare again. She lit up and handed my lighter back, breathing out a stream of smoke.

"Thanks," she said and offered out a slender hand. "Lane."

I took her hand and squeezed it gently. It was warm, dry, soft.

"Clark," I said with a smile that I hoped didn't look as apprehensive as I felt.

Lane settled against the fender of my car, crossing one arm over her stomach. When she took another drag off her cigarette I couldn't help notice the way it made her chest rise, press against the tight fabric of her top. Couldn't help but notice the firm tips of her nipples pressing against it.

"Fucked up, right?" She cast a sidelong glance at me, corners of her mouth curled up. "Smoking right after the gym?"

It got a small laugh out of me and I nodded.

"Sometimes you just need a smoke." I shrugged and leaned against the car door. "Need to unwind."

She nodded slowly, tucking a stray strand of hair back behind her ear. My eyes passed over the long, graceful lines of her neck. She took another drag then turned to face me.

"Definitely," she said slowly, eyes meeting mine. "You were hitting it pretty hard in there. You must really need to unwind."

There was something in her voice, some heat, that made my chest get tight. And my shorts.

"Yeah, you could say that." I dropped my cigarette to the asphalt and crushed it under my heel.

Lane's eyes dropped, and her smile turned wicked. I swallowed thickly. I could practically feel her gaze burning into me, taking in the sight of the growing bulge in my shorts.

It had been a while, way too long, since a woman looked at me like that. And when she did, it made my cock throb.

"Maybe... we could help each other unwind." She closed the distance between us and her hand reached out, resting against my hip then straying to the waist of my shorts, fingers teasing their way across my stomach, dipping lower.

I could feel my heart pounding between my ears. I looked at her, down at her hand, then shot a look up and around but we were alone in the shade under the tree.

"What did you have in mind?" My voice came out in a rasp.

She grinned, eyes flashing. Her hand dipped under the waistband of my shorts, fingers sliding around my shaft. She let out a low, soft hum as she squeezed me and I groaned. She gave my cock a long, slow stroke from base to tip and cooed when she found it already slick with precum. She rubbed against the head of my cock with her palm and my hips bucked. Then she dragged her hand out of my shorts and leaned in close to whisper in my ear, breath hot.

"Follow me to my place," she said.

Then turned and walked away from me. My eyes were glued to her, heart lurching. The lines and cut of her back. The curve ass. Lane tossed a smoldering look over her shoulder, then opened the door to a silver sedan and ducked into it. I spun and got into my car, cock so hard it damn near hurt and cranked the engine. I waited for her to pull out of the lot and was right behind her.

My mind was racing. Thundering. But for once, for the first time in a long time, it was focused. Completely focused. On what the hell had just happened, on what was going to happen. I tailed Lane, following, as she wove her way down the streets and cut into a neighborhood not far from the gym. Nice houses, mostly new. She pulled into a light grey single story and parked in the driveway. I barely noticed any of the details. They weren't important. I pulled up to the curb in front of her house and got out, shorts still more than obviously tented. She was waiting for me at her front door, already cracked open. I took in her body all over again and couldn't believe this was happening.

When I got close, before we even made it inside, Lane reached out a hand and bunched it in my shirt, yanked me close, pulled me into a kiss. Her lips parted, full and soft, mouth molten. Her tongue slid inside my mouth and I groaned, arms moving to wrap around her waist, hands sliding down to cup her ass and press her against me. She rolled her hips forward, the pressure on my cock making me shudder.

She broke the kiss and laughed softly.

"Let's get you inside before you pop," she sighed out, eyes dropping down to where I strained against my shorts.

"Yes, ma'am," I said with a nod as she grabbed my hand and pulled me inside.

The door slammed shut behind us. I barely registered the interior of the house beyond the soft light, the deep shadows. Then she was pushing me back, down onto a couch. I hit the cushions with a grunt and looked up at her as she took a slow step away from me. Her eyes flashed in the low light as she peeled her top off. She was incredible. Tits full, heavy, capped by nipples a shade darker than her skin. She ran one hand between them, then was cupping them both, squeezing.

"You like what you see." It wasn't a question, and her eyes were riveted on my cock.

I nodded. Speechless. I kicked off my shoes and socks and couldn't shove my shorts and underwear off fast enough. My cock sprang out and smacked against my stomach. I got my shirt off and threw it on the floor with the rest of my clothes.

"You got a real nice cock, Clark." She licked her lips and I throbbed. She moved slowly, hips swaying, as her hands moved to take her shorts off, skinning them over her hips.

As she did, she turned, leaning over as she went until she was bending in front of me and I could see every muscle in her legs, taut, firm. Her ass was tight, round, and when she bent I could see the glistening folds of her cunt. She reached a hand between her thighs, her fingers found her slit and she rubbed it slowly. She moaned.

"Fuck," was the best I could manage.

Then she was right in front of me, on her knees, between my outspread legs. He hands ran up my thighs, then she dragged her nails back not unpleasantly and leaned in close. One hand snaked forward and Lane wrapped her thumb and finger tight around the base of my shaft and the other took up position above it, squeezing. It still left a decent amount out of her hands, and she dragged her tongue up the underside of my cock with a soft moan, swirling around the head, tasting the pre that was beading there.

"Fuck," I grated out again.

"Don't cum too fast," Lane laughed breathily.

Then she opened her mouth and wrapped her lips around the head of my cock and sucked, her hand beginning to pump, tongue sliding. Her mouth worked back and forth in a slow, wet back and forth in time with her hand and I bit the inside of my mouth, held my breath, clenched my hands into fists on either side of me. It really was taking everything I had to not just burst right then and there.

Lane looked up at me, hot and glorious and obscene, cheeks flushed, eyes glazed, hand and mouth working me over and she moaned. It thrust my hips up, unable not to, and she moaned again, moving her hand away from my shaft. I saw it disappear between her legs. Then she began to take me deeper, almost all the way down to where her other hand was still wrapped tightly around my best. She gagged for a second, pulled back, then went down again, faster.

I slid a hand into her hair, threaded my fingers in it and pressed her down, hips rising to meet her. Her mouth kept making wet, hot noises as she fucked my cock in and out of it. Moaning, the occasional gag. I swelled, my balls drawing up tight, I was going to cum. My heart was thundering in my chest.

And then her mouth was gone and her hand disappeared. I opened my eyes and looked down, up, and she was standing again, panting. One hand still buried between her legs, rubbing her smooth mound.

"Don't you want to fuck me?" She breathed out, biting her lip.

The way she asked it, the sight of her, broke something in me and I rose. My hands went to her hips and we spun. This time I shoved her down onto the couch and she laughed, moving onto her hands and knees across the length of it, her head low, back curved, ass high.

She looked over her shoulder at me and I moaned, moving behind her. I wrapped one hand around her hip and used the other to line myself up against the slick folds of her cunt. I dragged the head of my cock up and down, and she moaned, trying to press back against me. There was no point in teasing. I was already too close to the edge. With one press forward I buried myself in her, until her ass was pressed back firmly against my hips and she let out a deep, throaty moan.

Lane's pussy clenched around me, pure heat, and I hissed out a breath before dragging myself out, back, until I was almost all the way out of her before pounding back forward again. It turned into a rhythm, and she dropped her head down onto the couch cushions, panting and moaning. I felt something, then. Her hand, her fingers, reaching back, grasping and squeezing my balls for a moment as they swayed with my motions before going to circle her clit, grinding down on it, making her moans come sharper and faster.

There was no way I was going to last. Not the way she felt. Not with the noises she was making, or the way her cunt kept clenching around me. My hips began to move more desperately. Shorter, faster thrusts, rocking her forward.

"Fuck," she half-shouted. "Fuck. Yes. Don't you fucking stop! I'm about to--"

Her whole body went rigid, she raised up, back arching, until her shoulders were against my chest and her head lolled back on my shoulder. Her hand was a blur between her legs and she got so tight it ripped a moan out of me. I pounded forward, hips smacking against her ass, two, three more times. And then I burst. My cock throbbed, pulsing, pouring out more cum than I could believe I had in me. My breath came in ragged gasps as she fell forward, back down onto the couch.

I slid back and forth inside of her, slowly, riding out my orgasm as her own still rippled through her, then fell back into a panting mess on the couch, head lying on one of the arms. I closed my eyes, listening to the pounding of my heart, trying to catch my breath.

Then I heard that laugh again and looked up, opening my eyes, to see Lane crawling across the couch to me. She lay her head on my shoulder and let her hand rest on my stomach, legs tangling with mine. She looked up at me, eyes wide, breathing hard.

"Think I could get another smoke?" She asked, smiling wickedly.

I laughed, and nodded.

"Yeah, that's definitely called for," I said breathlessly.