The Married Guy from My Apartment Gym

Okay so im still kinda processing this and need to spill, so heres my confession. Im 19, second year at community college in Seattle, studying nursing but honestly still figuring it out.

I work part-time as a barista downtown, pays my half of the rent for the apartment I share with my roommate from school. Our building has this tiny gym in the basement, barely anyone uses it after 9pm, and thats where this happened.

Theres this guy who lives a few floors up, 38, married, always in workout gear, kinda dad-bod but strong, wedding ring glinting under the fluorescent lights.

He’s been nodding hi for weeks, then started small talk about the treadmill. I’ve been single forever, stressed from finals and horny from no action, so when he says “you’re looking good on that machine,” my pussy gives a little pulse. Last night I went down at 10:30 in my sports bra and leggings, no one else around. He’s already there lifting, sweaty, gives me that smile.

We chat between sets, he spots me on squats, hands on my hips “for form.” My heart’s racing, and I’m wet just from his grip. He says the place is dead, locks the door “so no one interrupts,” and next thing he’s kissing me against the mirror, beard scratching my neck.

I kiss back, hands under his shirt feeling hard abs. He peels my sports bra off, no bra under, and groans when my tits bounce free. He sucks my nipples slow, then bites, making me whimper into his shoulder so it doesn’t echo.

He yanks my leggings down to my thighs, fingers sliding over my soaked pussy, says “fuck, you’re ready.” He drops to a knee on the mat, spreads me, and eats me like he’s starving, tongue flat on my clit, then flicking, two fingers curling inside. I grip the barbell rack, cumming quiet but hard, thighs shaking. I tug his shorts down, his dick thick, cut, precum dripping.

I stroke it, then take him in my mouth, tasting sweat and salt, bobbing slow so the only sound is wet suction. He whispers “good girl,” threading fingers in my ponytail.

He pulls me up, bends me over the weight bench, ass up. He slaps it once, soft but sharp, then rubs his dick along my slit before pushing in slow. It stretches, burns perfect, and he goes deeper with each thrust till his balls tap my clit. I reach under, rub myself, and cum again, pussy fluttering around him.

He asks “where,” voice tight, and I whisper “pull out, on my back.” He does, stroking fast, shooting warm cum across my lower back and ass. I reach back, smear it, feeling filthy.