Sexy Erotica
"Sweat" a sex story by Skyclad Jones
Her legs pumped up and down in a furious, sustained rhythm. Her breathing was strong and fast; sweat flowed from every pore of her lightly tanned body.
Brent tried not to stare at the goddess working out on the Ellipse machine, but he stared anyway. He stared just as he had stared every day for the past 8 ½ months. His body grew and hardened; his manhood threatened to poke up over the waist band of his tight work out shorts. He wanted to keep looking, but he had to control his body. Walking around in the gym with a hard-on was an invitation to trouble if some beef-head thought you were hot because of him.
He rolled over on to his stomach feeling the soft mat push against him. He imagined he was thrust up against her body, probing, looking for openings in which to shove his blood engorged member.
Putting his head down, he started his slow and deep Pilates breathing. In through the nose, expand the upper back, keep the abs tight, and expel the breath forcefully as if you were fogging up a mirror. Little by little he regained control of his body. He felt himself going flaccid, but not totally so. He was still pumped up enough to make a nice bulge for the girls in the gym without pissing off the guys.
Rolling over onto his back, he raised his arms over his body, palms inward, and saw the curves of his muscles that ran up and down them in all the right places. He was proud of his upper limbs. They were evidence that the work he put in every day was paying off. He steadied his breathing and flexed his muscles from his head down to his toes. It was time to get his entire body engaged. He breathed in deeply again. While expelling the breath he pulled himself up with a perfect Roll Up. He stared in the mirror to make sure his collar bones were straight across and that his shoulder blades were trying to place themselves in his back pockets; a position which caused him to sit up, spine straight with perfect posture.
He saw that she had turned her head and was looking at him as she always had done everyday for 8 ½ months. When she realized that he was aware of her gaze, she turned away as usual. This time, though, her looking seemed to linger a little as if more curious than normal. Brent felt himself getting hard again. He squeezed his eyes shut, forcing himself to not look, not to hope, not to feel -- after all this time they had not spoken one word to each other though it was obvious each admired the other one's body. She was probably married or something.
Regaining control, he stood and walked slowly past her, smelling her erotic musty smell that was a mix of perspiration and the body spray she used. As he went by, he could feel her eyes on him. She was looking at his tight ass again, he hoped. As he got to the top of the stairs, he quickly glanced up, catching her eyes peeking at him. She looked surprised, and then smiled that little sexy smile of hers. Brent couldn't stand it any more. He ran down the steps and walked briskly into the men's locker room. Shutting himself in a stall he pulled down his pants and stroked furiously fantasizing that his hand was her sweet sensuous lips. In a moment he was shooting a bucket of semen into the toilet, while trying not to gasp too loud and let others guess what he was doing.
He cleaned up some spilled excess with toilet paper and flushed it. Going out of the stall he felt more relaxed but disappointed that again he only imagined that he had sex with her. If only he could get up the nerve to talk to her.
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"You're the writer, aren't you?"
Brent whipped his head up to see her standing next to his car. She seemed to have been waiting for him.
"Ummmm, yeah, I write some," was all he could manage to get out in his shock and delight.
"You wrote that book, the one posted on the bulletin board, didn't you?"
He had forgotten that, weeks before, he had put up a flyer about his latest book. It was selling okay, but not great.
"Yes, that's my book."
"I bought it."
She laughed.
"From the look on your face, you don't seem to think I am capable of reading," she said with a purr.
"No...not at all, it's just that..."
"Just what?"
"I don't know, I guess. I am not real good with words when I have to speak them" he knew he was blushing.
She laughed again, this time tenderly. She put a hand to his face, which made him start to get hard again -- her skin was blissfully soft.
"That's okay, Brent. I know your words on paper are better. Much better. I loved the book.'" she said, her voice growing husky.
He took her hand in his, feeling genuine affection for her combining with his lust in a way he had not felt for years.
"You have me at a disadvantage. You know my name from my book, but I don't know yours."
"It's Tina. You can write it in my book when you autograph it for me."
"Oh sure Tina. I would be really happy to do that. Where is it?"
"You will have to follow me", she said as she walked away.
When he began to stroll after her, she stopped and turned, "No silly boy. In your car. Follow me in your car."
He fumbled for his keys.
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She led him to an apartment complex about a mile from the gym. She parked and waited for him to do the same. Taking him by the hand, she pulled him along to her apartment.
Once inside, she dropped her gym bag and turned to him. Her strong arms went around his neck as she pressed her soft lips against Brent's. He felt himself get rock hard as he rubbed up against her tight abdomen. Soon they were both panting while letting their hands have free reign over each other's body.
She pulled back.
"You have to sign my book, Brent."
Not sure what to do, he tried to pull her back to him. She resisted.
"No, you have to sign my book first."
She took his arm and guided him into her bedroom where she sat him down in a chair in front of a small desk with a PC on it. She bent over and pulled a copy of his book and a pen out of the side drawer.
"Now sign it," she said firmly as she handed both items to him.
"I don't know what to say, Tina. This is all so sudden, I mean I'm happy, real happy, but I'm not sure what to put down here."
"Write something sexy, "she said as she slid out of her skin tight work out pants, leaving her only in skimpy thong underwear and her tight fitting top. She sat on the edge of the bed facing him. Her hands fondled her inner thighs, working their way slowly up to her crotch. She smiled as she saw the look of shock on his face.
"Make it sexy, Brent. Make it sexy for me; that's the way I like it."
He turned to the desk and wrote quickly; signing his name in the flashy way he had been practicing all his life. When he turned back, she had her hand out.
She opened the book and giggled sensuously. He must have gotten the words right.
"Tina, I can't think of any other woman who I would rather make sweat..."
She held the book to her tits and breathed heavily, rubbing it on one, then the other. Brent couldn't stand it anymore; he stood up and whipped off his workout pants. His cock stood straight up and pulsed with each heart beat.
"Come here," Tina ordered, as she lay back on the bed on her side while still clutching his book to her breasts.
When he got close to her, she took his dick and guided it slowly into her mouth. Brent was in ecstasy. She lie perfectly still and let him move it in and out while her tongue worked expertly up and down the shaft with each stroke. Just as he was about to burst, she held out a hand to stop him.
Sitting up on the bed, she pulled her top off. Then she allowed him to take off her skimpy underwear.
"Lay on the bed, on your back." she ordered.
When he was in place, Tina straddled him and began rubbing her pussy up and down the length of his dick as if she were teasing him. He squeezed her dark brown nipples, which were erect and firm as she reached over and picked up his book. She held it to her breasts with one hand while guiding him inside her with the other. Slowly, she began to piston up and down the length of his shaft. Then, as if a switch had been thrown, she started pumping furiously in the same frantic way he had watched her on the work out machine. Her pussy was so hot now that he thought she would burn his dick off. He was ready to explode again when suddenly, she was off of him. Before he could protest, she spun around on the bed and smothered his dick in her pussy again. This time he could see her tight round ass open and close tauntingly as she worked herself into a fever pitch.
She was perspiring and moaning loudly now; he could see that she was still holding her book up to her incredible tits. As bizarre as this seemed to him, he said nothing.
Instead he watched as sweat formed in a small puddle between her shoulder blades. A drop, spurred on by gravity and Tina's writhing, squirming body slowly broke away from the amassing wetness and began to trickle down her back. He watched it as it slid slowly down her spine, one vertebra at a time, to her lower back. Watching it kept his mind off the incredible things that Tina was doing to him. He wanted to last a good long time for her. He wanted her to want him again and again.
Soon the drop was down to the sumptuous roundness of her ass where it hung quivering just above the crack. Tina was panting now, saying the word "fuck" over and over again. She was so hot. But Brent kept his mind on the lucky little drop of sweat that just went into her anal groove, working its way slowly down her beautiful crevice until it was just above her tight opening. As Tina slammed her body up and down on Brent, he reached over to capture the tiny drop. As he did so, his finger brushed her sphincter ring.
If possible, Tina began to pump harder. So he brushed against it once more, capturing her sweat on his finger tips. She was going wild now as he used his hands to slowly open and close ass cheeks. Just as he was about to let his finger begin probing her tight opening, Tina shuddered and drenched his balls in a torrent of cum. This was more than Brent could stand; he unloaded into Tina, sending every drop of his cum into the depths of her hot pussy.
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Tina's head was on his shoulder. After their hot session, they just lay silently holding each other for a while, letting their strength come gradually back to them.
Finally Tina spoke, "I've never fucked such an intelligent man before. All the men I have been having are the dumb jocks at the gym; all body and no brains. I thought you were one of them for the longest time which is why I was so hot for you when I found out that you can write, and write so well. Now I am glad I had you over. You lasted so long, I thought you would never cum."
"I just put up that poster on a whim, Tina. I figured no one over there would ever really buy my book."
With the mention of his book, she reached for it. It was ruined, drenched in sweat. Tina quietly cursed.
She handed the book to Brent.
"You have more copies?"
"Um, yeah, lots more."
Tina climbed up on Brent; her hips began to gyrate while pressing her hot pussy against his cock which caused him to start getting hard again. Then she put her lips on Brent's chest and kissed it softly.
"Good. We will use every one of them."
Originally Published August 2006: Sweat
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