I am sure I’ve mentioned what a colossal flirt I am and just how being so tends to make me a subtle whore. Well, yes this is where I have been for many days now–a big fucking flirt, so fun, but so fucking frisky. Anyway, last night being Tuesday I did not get to leave the Library until 6pm, which means it was too dark to go running outside. So I headed to my local YMCA to behave like ROBO-VIXEN. I hate it! I do not like gym, it’s bloody boring and I will never hit that wonderful zen feeling there. But I do it anyway. The post “work-out” soak in their hot tub makes it almost worth the gerbil like behavior.

I am reasonably sure they would not let a girl like me in if they knew all the naughty things that circulate through this deviant mind while I run on the treadmill.

First I do cardio, I crank out the gym jams…some Jurassic 5, Mos Def, some crappy Justin Timberlake, Will. I. Am…I’m telling you the gym makes me do things I would never do in my outside life, such as thoroughly enjoy bad bad bad Justin Timberlake music. I then pick one or two people to focus on for the next 40 minutes while I robot run. I always seek a hot man to focus on, but there are usually only women on the cardio machines, so I usually concentrate on the curviest bouncing ass that is in front of me and then I begin my own bottom bounce. Staring at a beautiful body makes my 40 minutes pass with virtual ease.

I then move on to the weight machines, this is where my mind really begins to wander. Every time I use the machines there is the same man riding the stationary bike that are located directly in eye shot of the machines. In my mind I call him “Mr. Science.” He is clean cut, thin, tortoise shell glasses, smooth shave, tight upper lip, but loose lower lip. He brings his book (which is library material–hot) in a big zip lock bag, he rides the bike for over an hour while he holds the book close to his face, I often see him stretch after his ride. Last night though, I observed him stretching before hand–I was mesmerized. He used a small size exercise ball placed under his chest in order to stretch his hamstring by slowly lunging his lower body in towards the ball. However to me he was carefully and deliberately pushing his cock toward the ball. No! To me he was slowly and methodically pushing his thin, yet muscular body into my rolling curves. He was gentle and measured with each lunge as he gazed down watching his large intellectual cock entering my full lips. His hands explored my mountains of breast and his finger ran the remainder of my cunt that was not already full of him. As I watched his reflective routine on the exercise ball I had significant trouble moving on to the next machine in the circuit. I was so trapped in daydreaming of my large thighs flanking his body as his cock–bit by bit–filled me up.

He then moved on to his usual spot at the bike station. I watched him as I pretended to be reading my own library book; I would casually peep over the top between sets at each machine. He never saw me gazing. He is very diligent, into his own routine…the book he keeps with him at all times, the bag for protection, the habitual stretching. All this thought into Mr. Science had me quickly fantasizing again. I stared at his lips and wondered how they would feel as they searched their way around my body, my neck, my breast, my vessel of a belly, my full thighs, and my well-rounded ass.

My mind slipped into his hands as they grasped at my flesh and pulled me up into his lips, which instantly went from tight and pursed to lose and full as they began to slide into me. His intellectual scientific demeanor was now being employed on my cunt, as he examined each layer, separating me with each tender lick of his tongue, until he had me fully open to his entire mouth. He leisurely lingered at my fountain, his hands still pulling at my ass bringing me in tighter to his face. I could barley see his glasses as buried in pussy as he was. When Mr. Science finally did emerge, his smooth face glistened and dripped with all the juice he elicited from deep within me.

They really should not allow girls like me in the gym.