Lesbian Sex Gym Partner: Giving Her The Workout Of Her Life ♕

I Have Always Been Smoking Hot

 

Exercise and a good diet were the pillars of my daily routine, but that all changed when I left for college. I devoted myself to studying during my freshman year, and by the time I took a good hard look in the mirror, I didn’t like what I saw. I got a gym membership along the waves of new year’s resolutions, but unlike most of them, I didn’t stop going after a week. It became addictive, seeing my body change, and recovering my strength and vitality, was incredible. But the biggest reason why I kept returning to the gym was Andrea, my lesbian sex gym partner.

Andrea was one of our instructors and the owner of the gym. Five years older than me, and also slightly taller than me. A blonde bombshell, with her beautiful hair in a ponytail, and a gorgeous tone of light caramel on her skin. I always found women attractive, but I’d never had a crush on a girl until I looked at Andrea in her deep, hazel eyes. But I always told myself that’s normal for us girls, to find each other beautiful, but I was kidding myself. I liked girls, and after seeing her work out in that skintight outfit, it was obvious that I liked her.

I always trained at night, and my workout ended just as the gym was closing down. One evening there had been a terrible storm, it rained all day long, but I never skipped a day. For the night’s HIIT session, it was just me and her. On the far end of the gym, some guys were stretching before leaving. Even Andrea’s coworkers left us. When I asked her about this she said it was no biggie. Andrea said she liked training me, and that she could close once we were done.

Could She Become My Lesbian Sex Gym Partner?

She and I would not stop flirting with one another. It had begun a few days back, but now we were alone, with the entire gym all to ourselves. After I was done with the training came the stretching, and she helped me by pulling my legs, firmly holding me down as I bent over. Her hands on me felt like fire. She didn’t need to touch me like that. Grabbing my hips, almost grabbing my ass. Once we were done, I turned and Andrea was nearly on me. Grabbing my hips, our lips inches apart from one another. She asked me if I would be going to the shower, and I said yes, trembling with desire.

As the water fell over me, I heard the doors of the locker doors open and close, and when I left the shower wrapped in a towel she was there. She looked me in the eye as she started undressing. Her amazing body, sculpted by years of training, was incredible. I sat on a nearby bench, too shy to even look at her, but she stood in front of me. Without a word, she unwrapped my towel like a Christmas present, then she bent down and kissed me. It was soft, warm, and perfect. I needed her, and I felt wanted by her in a way that I’d never felt from anyone else.

But I Also Realized One Thing: I Was There To Serve Her

She remained standing but with one leg planted on the bench next to me, exposing her pussy. It was gorgeous, clean-shaven, and dripping wet. I had never done anything with a girl. I knew how I liked to be eaten out, so I tried my best. So I opened my mouth and tasted her wet, warm pussy for the first time. It triggered something in me, a hunger I never knew I could have. So I feasted on her, my tongue, my lips, and my fingers exploring every inch of her pussy. She started to moan, and soon she was grabbing the back of my head, pulling me toward her.

Andrea grabbed my head and rubbed it between her legs. I felt like a toy, being used by this woman for her pleasure. Feeling her shaking as she came was one of the best feelings in the world. We did many more things that evening, just the two of us in the locker room. The day after, I skipped school, and I spent all day in bed, using my toys and my fingers as I thought of her, shaking at the idea of staying again, after hours, at the gym.