Carrie

When I was in college, I used to work at a fancy gym a few towns away from my school. The gym had a sauna, a pool, a whirlpool, water slides, you name it, it had it. Anyway, most importantly, it was a mountainous area, so the gym also had rock-climbing walls for people to practice.

There were many rock-climbing instructors, most of them young and athletic. There was one, though, that was on the older side, probably close to thirty years old and he looked like steroid-jacked cow. I worked at the welcoming desk so I would always say hello to him as he came in with his muscle shirt on and his sweaty-looking face.

After some time of working there, I could not stand watching him come in and whenever I would try to talk bad about him to my co-worker, she would laugh and say that I was just “jealous” that I could not get girls like him. At that moment, my hatred was perhaps heavily reliant on the fact that he looked so sickly-looking even though he worked out more in a day than I did in a week.

One day, a girl came over to the desk and asked for the manager. I later learned that she was an 18-year-old high school student looking for an internship. Her name was Carrie and she had blonde hair and very pale skin. Whenever she came out after rock-climbing, her cheeks would be bright red. She was very thin, but very muscular. Her body was a little boyish but at the same time, she was very feminine.

I thought she was very beautiful, but I thought it’d be inappropriate for me to try to talk to her because she was still a high school student. Steroid-man, Jack, on the other hand, had apparently no preservations and no sense of shame because every time he was with her, he would always cross the line. Whenever he would help her put on her harness, he would linger his finger around her inner thigh and after every session, he would give her a big hug, lifting her in the air for a bit.

She would give him looks. I knew she wanted him and at this point, my hatred for him was no longer vague, it was personal.

Some nights, I would dream of Carrie. She would be in a white, see-through shirt, wet from her sweat, clinging to her small breasts and her stomach. She would lick my neck, kissing me all over, taking off my clothes, and then she would pin me down. She would get on top of me, spreading her legs carefully, wrapping herself around me and she would tell me.

“This is my first time, please be careful.” And I would slowly lift my hips up to meet hers. And she would scream with joy and pain. She would ride me slowly with her hands pressed against my chest. Every time, I woke up with a sweat, with a painful erection, and I would have no other choice but to beat my meat quickly before getting out of bed.

Whenever I would go to work, I would have to stand looking at them together. Their flirtations soon became apparent to everyone, but no one would say anything about it.

On Thursdays, I was in charge of closing the gym, which was around 10pm. On that specific night, the gym was going to close for the weekend and there was no cleaning crew that day. My manager asked me to do some superficial cleaning, to clean the windows and the countertops. While I was in the closet with all the cleaning supplies, I heard Jack whispering something. I was about to get out of the closet to tell him that he needed to get out when I heard Carrie’s voice whispering that she was “excited.” I decided to hide in the back of the closet.

They came into the closet and I could hear them kissing. I decided to remain hidden. I could see perfectly as Jack lifted her up and placed her on top of one of the tables. He began to touch her very aggressively, scratching her back and biting her neck. She was giggling as he did all of this. She took off her own clothes. Her skin was so bright in the dim light.

She went on her knees while still on the table and began to lick Jack’s neck. He continued rubbing her body and when she took a hold of his shaft, he spanked her lightly. She let out a small moan when he did that, so he decided to sit on the table and lean her over his legs, face down. She began to spank her, soft at first, and she continued to moan.

Eventually, she put his dick in her mouth, and began to suck on it. Jack reached for the light switch and turned the main lights on. At this point I could see everything much clearer. And I could see Carrie’s saliva dripping down to his balls. As she continued to suck, he began to spank her much harder, and I could see his hand leaving bright red marks on her pale skin.

She stopped and asked him to lie on his back. She lowered herself down on top of his face. He held on to her thighs and I could hear his tongue against her wet pussy. At this point, my dick was scratching against my jeans and I had to take it out. I began to rub it as I closed my eyes for a second and imagined that Carrie’s moans were due to my manipulations, instead of his.

After a bit, she flipped her stance so that she could give him a handjob as he continued to go down on her. When she did this, she saw me standing right in front of her, with my dick in my hand. I presume I must have turned red and I was about to make myself known to Jack, but then she just smiled and continued giving him a handjob while staring at me.

Seeing her acknowledge me while she was being pleasured turned me on like nothing I had ever felt before. I continued to rub myself. She then flipped over so that her butt was facing me, and she began to ride him. At this point, Jack began to make loud and annoying sounds.

She flipped over again so that she was facing me while still riding him and as he continued to make loud sounds, she stuck her tongue out seductively towards me. As she continued to ride him, I could see saliva dripping down her mouth.

“I’m about to cum,” Jack said and Carrie stopped riding him. Jack began to rub his shaft and came on her back. After that, I made sure I hid well again. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, do you mind getting me a towel?” she asked and he left to go to the bathroom. After he closed the door, she walked over towards my hiding spot and asked “did you cum?”

Embarrassed, I told her I hadn’t. She laughed and got on her knees. When I saw this, I could not contain my excitement. But, sadly, all she did was give my dick a small kiss and then she got up again, looked me in the eye, and gave me a small kiss on the mouth as well.

She went to collect her clothes, bending over and exposing her pussy and butthole. She then put her clothes down by the door and locked the door. She bent over the table and said “are you gonna come over or no?”

I went over to the table and stuck my dick inside her pussy. When I felt all her wetness, I let out a small moan. Slowly, I continued to rock back and forth. I held on to her small breasts and I continued to go in and out. She was moaning lightly and in a matter of seconds, I told her I was about to cum. When I tried to pull out, she backed her butt against me, and I was forced to cum inside of her.

Right as this happened, Jack knocked on the door and I ran to my hiding spot. She unlocked the door and said “sorry, I didn’t want anyone to barge in.” She took the paper towel from him, wiped her back, put her short dress back on and as they were making their way out, I could see a little bit of my cum running down her upper thigh.