Late Night Workout by Molly

Here's another one of my own stories.

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It's Saturday night, about 11:30, I'm ten minutes into my hour on the treadmill. I'm 23, I should be out having fun with my friends. I'm sweating to death in the small gym in the basement of my apartment complex. I should be sweating to death with a hot guy in the middle of some dance floor.

I run because it's suppose to relax me. I need to relax because nothing is right in my world. But the running doesn't seem to be solving anything. I still have a shit job that I will have to wake up for on Monday and suffer through boring people and unimportant work. I have an ex-boyfriend that just stopped talking to me three days ago for no apparent reason. Then about an hour ago my best friend calls to tell that's she's dating him now. She hopes that I won't mind.

I debated drinking the fifth in my fridge but decided running would have a little less of a hangover in the morning. I'm not sure I would make it to the morning if I choose the fifth. Maybe in college I could've, now I don't know if I can handle it.

I'm horny as hell. This is the longest I've gone without sex since I met Travis. We slept together on the first night and almost every night in the year and a half since then. I just want to feel his dick inside me one more time. I turn the speed up a little more on the treadmill. I can still think.

The music in my headphones tells me "I'm burning on the inside." Tell me something I don't know.

Then he walks in and when I do a double take I almost fall off the back of the treadmill but I regain my pace just in time to see him smile at me.

"Are you okay?" He said.

"Yes, thanks."

"Didn't mean to scare you."

"It's ok."

Without another world he gets on one of the treadmills and starts running.

He's too good looking to be home on a Saturday night. He looks like one of the cute guys I'd want to dance with at the club but never would. If he wasn't at the club he definitely should've been home with his blonde girlfriend. She's probably waiting for him in their apartment.

And of course this is the worse I've looked all day. My hair is a mess. I'm sweaty. My face is red. I can see it in the mirror in front of us. He doesn't even look at me. If I would've known he was going to be here I would've worn some skimpy sports bra and bike shorts. Not that I have a great body to show off but I'd rather do that than be wearing the baggy t-shirt and old running pants I wore.

It's been ten minutes since he joined me and he still hasn't said another word to me. I worry that he might not want to talk to me because I have my headphones on. I take them off.

I'm now halfway through and he still hasn't talked to me. I guess, I'll have to talk to him.

At the thirty-five minute mark, I can't think of anything to say to him besides "Hey, want to fuck?" I think that's a little too forward.

After forty-five minutes, I start to debate weather I should take off my shirt to make him notice me. At forty-eight minutes I decide that idea is insane. I slow down to a walking pace to cool down. He's still going at full pace.

I towel my forehead off and look over at him. This time he looks at me. He steps off the treadmill. He's not even out of breath. "This is going to sound weird, but I have a question to ask you."

"Ok." I hoped he would ask me if I wanted to make love all night long.

"It's weird but I just moved in here. They told me the shower would be fixed in my apartment by now but it's not. I was wondering if I could shower at your apartment?"

"Of course." I hope I didn't sound a little too willing.

"You don't mind?"

"No, I hope if my shower was broken I would hope someone would be nice enough to help me."

"That's so nice of you. I hope your boyfriend won't mind."

"I don't think he'll mind. I'm single." Did I sound desperate?

"I really appreciate it. I'm new in the area and really don't know who I could turn to."

I gave him my apartment number. He said he would stop buy in about twenty minutes after his workout ended. Which gave me enough time to get nervous. I debated whether to take a shower. I imagine me just out of the shower when I answer the door, wearing just a robe, maybe even the black silk robe if I could find it. When I open the door a breeze pushes the robe away and exposes my pussy. Then he takes me into his arms. We kiss, we lick and find our way to my couch. Without him undressing or me taking to the robe off he fucks me. He fucks me as hard as he can into the couch.

Or maybe I should wait to shower. When he gets here I tell him I already had the shower running for us. He washed my body down with the soap, paying special attention to the special places.

Or maybe place a note on the door that says "Just come in." I'll be waiting in the tub with a buried beneath a bubble bath. He climbs in already hard. We fuck into all the water is out of the tub and onto the floor.

I'm already wet before I even get to my own door. But when I open up the door I'm brought back to reality. My apartment is a mess. I hadn't made any effort to clean anything since Travis dumped me. I spend the next ten minutes putting plates in the dishwasher, throwing clothes into my room and making my bathroom look presentable.

Then I'm not sure what to do. I continue weighing the options in my head. Normally, I'd worry about being to forward. However, there normally wouldn't be a hot stranger on his way to take get naked in my apartment, even if it is just to shower.

Then I decided I would just ask him if he would mind sharing the shower since sometime the hot water didn't last for long. Which wasn't a complete lie.

Then I chickened out. I jumped into the shower for a quick wash. I think it lasted a whole of three minutes. I didn't want to miss him.

I put on a robe, not the short black silk one but a long cotton one. I guess, I still looked kind of sexy. I tried to take a sexy looking pose on the couch even though I would have to get up to let him in. I turned on the TV, turned to Saturday Night Live and started imaging him inside of me again.

But after another twenty minutes there was no sign of him. I worried that he might have not been able to find the apartment. I thought that maybe he had knocked at the door while I was in the shower. I worried that his shower might've started working.

Then the knock came and a smile reappeared on my face. I opened the door and he smiled too. He was a like a little kid with his towel over his shower, his shampoo in the other hand. If the shampoo was a little shovel he could've been going tot he beach.

I led him back to the shower. I turned it on for him and told him where to turn the knobs to get the perfect temperature. I almost asked he would mind if I got in with him. But instead I walked out and shut the door behind me.

The entire time he was in the shower I didn't pay attention to TV. I imagine him in the shower. Water running off his chest. The suds around his cock. Maybe he was hard. Maybe he was imaging me naked in the shower.

He took a long shower. I thought he really was going to use all the hot water. It was a while before he came out after the water stopped. It made me even more nervous.

When he came out he stopped at livingroom then after thanking me I thought he was going to just walk out the door. "If your shower doesn't get fixed you can come back." I said.

"Thanks." He didn't turn away immediately. It gave me enough confidence that maybe he didn't want to leave. Maybe he didn't think I was ugly.

"Do you want to stay and talk? Watch some TV? Maybe a movie?" I was sounding desperate again.

"OK." He sat down in the chair across from my couch. I wanted him to sit on the couch with me.

"So where are you from?"

"Wisconsin."

"What are you doing here?"

"I got transferred down here."

I was running out of questions. I let Chris Farley take over for me.

We were silent until the next set of ads.

"Do you run a lot?" He said.

"Not as much as I like. Work gets in the way."

"I'm the same way. I try to get to the gym to lift for an hour everyday and run for another hour but for the last six months I've been to busy." It didn't show. He wore a tank top and I could see the definition in his arm.

"Do you have a girlfriend?"

"I did. She didn't want me to move down here. I didn't want to leave her but I didn't have much of a choice."

"I just broke up with my boyfriend and it's going to sound bad but what I miss the most about him is the sex."

My feet were resting on the coffee table. I spread my legs just enough for him to see I didn't have any panties on. I was too horny to stop myself.

For the next minute he didn't act like he noticed. Then I saw the hard on in his shorts.

"I know we don't know each other and I've never done anything like this before but would you fuck me just once. I need your dick so bad."

He didn't have to verbally answer. He stood up out of the chair and threw his tank top off. He slid his shorts off before he got over to the couch. I took the robe off.

I was cold but his kiss made me forget that. He put his hands on my arms, but it didn't stay there long. They moved to my breasts then down to my pussy. I wanted more than just his fingers.

I laid down on the couch. We both looked at each other as he climbed on top of me. It's the look that only new lovers give each other. They're smiling inside but on the outside their nervous.

He put the tip between my lips. "Are you sure?"

I pushed myself towards him and him into me.

It's amazing how much some dicks look the same but feel so different inside.

He was slow at first. He made love to me but then I asked him to "Fuck me."

He took off like a sprinter. I started moaning. I started sweating. My couch started to creak. I thought we were going to break it but I didn't care.

I felt it inside. I felt my orgasm gathering itself. Then it exploded. I moaned louder than I wanted to. I thought I might have woken up the neighbors.

He kept going through my orgasm and as the last ripples of pleasure died out he came deep into me with one last hard thrust into me.

We were silent for a minute. He said. "Do you want me to leave now?"

I led him to the bedroom. I pushed the clothes covering it onto floor and threw myself on to the bed.

We did again in the morning. Then again in the afternoon. We did it three more times that night. Then the next morning he head to leave.

He didn't come back to my apartment after work. I guess they fixed his shower. I was satisfied but I want to see him again but I'm not sure if I should. We'll just have to wait to see what happens the next time we run into each other at the gym.

The Plumber

Well, I'm back and should be around more often....

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Jake was just about finished installing the new hot water heater for Mrs. Drake, as the old one had been leaking like a sieve and must have cost a fortune to run. Jake lit the pilot light and waited for the familiar whoosh that came when the burner fired up while Mrs. Drake leaned around the corner and asked if everything was O.K. "No problem Ma'am, all finished," Jake said, as he wiped his hand with an old rag hanging from his tool belt, "I'll be upstairs in a minute!" After gathering up all of his tools, Jake headed out to the truck to make out the bill. After all the parts and labor were included the total came to $450.00. "Not to bad," thought Jake, as he went back into the house and handed the invoice to Mrs. Drake, who looked it over for what seemed to be a very long time. "Is there a problem Mrs. Drake," asked Jake. "No, there's no problem, I was just thinking that maybe you would like to add another $550.00 to make it an even thousand." Jake eyed the woman a little suspiciously and wondered why she would make such an offer.

Jake had found out that Mrs. Drake had been widowed about twelve years ago and lived alone, and although he wasn't much at guessing ages, he figured she must have been about sixty five years old give or take, and while not especially attractive, after all she was in her sixties, she had a pleasant enough appearance and had a slightly husky build. "Well Jake, as you know I have lived alone for a long time and I, ah well, well I--oh forget it," she stammered. All of a sudden it dawned on Jake that the old biddy wanted him to have sex with her!! "Christ alive she could be his grandmother!" Even as he was about to dismiss it out of hand, he started to think of how handy that extra five fifty would be. His wife Cathy was pregnant with their second child and with house payments and all, things were a little tight, and besides, how long could it take, even if it lasted an hour it would be worth a shot!!!

Jake got up out of his chair and unbuckled his belt buckle and said, "Cash!" Mrs. Drake stood transfixed as the young plumber started removing his clothing. At twenty five he had a well chiseled muscular body that made her pussy cream so when he got down to his jockeys she told him to stop and said, "I want to open it myself!!!" He walked over to where she was sitting so she could get her hands on her prize, but before she pulled his shorts down Mrs. Drake leaned forward and rubbed her face all over the front of his crotch, breathing in deeply, savoring the aroma of his male sex! It had been so long for her, not a man in over a decade! Jake had been worried about one thing, would he be able to get it up, after all Mrs. Drake wasn't any Marilyn Monroe, but unbelievably, however, when he felt that hot breath he responded immediately! He could tell from the look on her face that she was extremely turned on, and that probably heightened his own desire. Finally she slid his short off and his big cock jumped out and pointed right at her face. "May I suck it," she asked? "Sure, go ahead," answered Jake.

Jake had been blown a lot of times in his life, his wife Debbie was a true cockhound, but Mrs. Drake put them all to shame as she practically inhale his fat head. "I've never sucked and circumcised cock before, and it's the best I've ever tasted," she said! She sat back for a moment and opened up the front of her housecoat. She was totally naked under there! Although her tits sagged, they were really large with dark thick nipples. Getting a little more confident Jake asked, "Do you twist those nipples when you finger you cunt?" She nodded yes and unconsciously reached up and began flicking at her hard nubs. "Lay back and do your clit," Jake ordered! Obediently Mrs. Drake fell back and dropped her left hand to her hairy pussy. It was the first cunt Jake had ever seen with gray hair! As she began working her cunt, Jake moved over so she could suck on his pecker at the same time. Pretty soon her body started to shake as the first throes of orgasm swept over her. By now her hand was a blur as it flew over her hot clit and her deep moan caused Jake's cock to begin it's own eruption, pumping load after load down the throat of the senior citizen cocksucker! She was up to the challenge, however, as she caught every drop and swallowed his cum down hungrily!

Mrs. Drake grabbed Jake's cock and cooed, "Momma wants this in her cunt," so still erect, Jake slid over the old woman and pushed his cock into her burning snatch. Expecting it to be loose, he was pleasantly surprised at it's tightness. "Give it to me hard you fucking stud," she begged! Jake was now on automatic pilot as he pistoned his eight inches in and out of the silver haired pussy. Since he had just cum, he would take him a few extra minutes to shoot, and that suited Mrs. Drake just fine, as she held on loving every stroke. Nearing his own orgasm, Jake rammed his dick that much harder and faster, sweeping Mrs. Drake away in an orgasmic explosion, together crashing on the shoals of a simultaneous climax!

Finally standing up to put on his clothes, Mrs. Drake casually stroked his now shrinking member and commented , "Next month!?!" "You got it," Jake replied, "all cash!!!

Lack Of An Update (Again)

Again...sorry I haven't updated for a while...it seems like I'm still drowning in work. At least they pay me by the hour. I'll be back soon with a ton of erotic stories. I promise.