Hooked up with a guy from my gym in his car after weeks of flirting

There’s a guy at my gym who always caught my eye — tall, lean, with dark hair and tattoos running down both arms. We’d exchanged shy smiles for weeks, and every time we passed in the weight room, I felt a little electric buzz. Last Friday night, we both stayed late, and he caught me alone in the stretching area.

He asked if I needed a ride home, and I said yes even though I only lived a few blocks away. As soon as we got in his car, the tension snapped. He leaned across the console, grabbed the back of my neck, and kissed me like he’d been waiting forever. I climbed into his lap, my leggings riding up as I straddled him in the driver’s seat, feeling his hard cock pressing against me through his shorts.

I was so wet it soaked straight through my panties. He slid a hand between us, rubbing me over my leggings until I was grinding desperately, whimpering into his mouth. He pulled them down to my knees, fingers spreading my folds and circling my clit until I couldn’t breathe. When I reached for his cock, he groaned into my ear, telling me he’d been jerking off thinking about me for weeks.

I lined him up and sank down slowly, both of us gasping as he filled me. The car windows fogged up instantly, the only sounds our ragged breathing and the wet slap of skin on skin as I bounced on his cock. He kept one hand on my waist, the other pinching my nipple through my sports bra, watching me lose control.

I came first, legs shaking so hard I nearly fell off his lap. He grabbed my hips and started thrusting up into me, faster and rougher, until he buried himself deep and came hard, his cock twitching inside me. I stayed there panting, our sweat mixing, heart racing, windows completely steamed.

Afterward, he pulled my leggings back up, kissed me softly, and asked if I wanted to do it again after our next workout. I’ve been counting down the days since.