A gym fantasy - part 1
Chapter 1. Seduction.
I don’t think Kelly had any idea what was planned. I’d offered to cut her a new mix tape for the Zumba class that Kelly led, but had somehow managed to forget to bring it to the gym. So that evening, after the last class I’d suggested that she come back with Anjali and me to collect it from home. Kelly was a mother of three young daughters, but we knew her ex was looking after them that evening. Despite being a mum, Kelly was also a full time fitness instructor – and with a body to match. Toned and strong but without being bulky, she had been the target of Anjali and my secret observations and fantasies for some months now, to the extent where we had become class regulars. Rarely at the front – that would have been too obvious! - but the ability to watch her lithe body in tight lycra for an hour at a time was simply too good an opportunity to miss. Anjali and I shared not just a house together, but also a number of kinks that went way outside the norm. Although she was a lesbian, we also shared a taste in women and had an unwritten agreement to share any pleasures between us, provided the target was willing. We knew Kelly liked men, but what Anjali wanted to know was whether she liked women as well. And we both wanted to know how far she might be willing to experiment with her wild side. But one step at a time.
When we got home, I went to cut a copy of the CD while Anjali poured Kelly a drink. Kelly had been mentioning a shoulder pain during the class and Anjali – who is half Indian and a trained masseuse – had offered to have a look at it for her. After refilling Kelly’s glass, she led her to the massage table we had in the back room. Now Anjali and I have a fully equipped pleasure room in the house – swing, gynae chair, St Andrews cross, screens, bed and wet play area – but we knew from experience that this could be a little intimidating on first sight, so we kept the massage table in another room as a sort of halfway house. A potential partner who showed interest could be played with on the massage table, but if they didn’t want to take things further, we could stop straight away without making them feel embarrassed. Any normal masseuse would have wondered why there were so many restraining points and tie downs on a massage table, but these were mostly underneath, and Kelly clearly did not notice them. Anjali told Kelly to take off her top, and lay face down on the table. I had just entered the room and chatted away as Kelly complied – at this stage we wanted her to feel as if nothing unusual was about to happen.
I put some relaxing music on, lit an incense candle, quietly turned up the heat in the room, and sat in the corner as Anjali got to work on Kelly’s shoulder. She was a very good masseuse, and she worked her shoulder and back like a pro. So it was no surprise that when Anjali asked her to lift her top over her head and fold the waistband of her leggings down, Kelly complied without question. Warming the oil in her hands, Anjali resumed her work, but I could see her hands straying down the side of Kelly’s body towards her breasts, and down below her waist more and more often. I stayed quiet, as the room warmed up – both the temperature and the atmosphere. There was definitely a charge in the air! “Just a moment, it’s getting warm in here” said Anjali, who then – standing at Kelly’s feet where she could not be seen – swiftly took off her top, took a handful of oil and rubbed it into her own upper body. Still wearing her sports bra, she glistened in the gentle lighting, and resumed her attention to Kelly’s back. It had become very still – all the chat had stopped – and the atmosphere was electric. Although continuing to work the shoulder, Anjali was now concentrating almost exclusively on the side of Kelly’s torso and waist. Kelly had a generous bust, and her boobs squeezed visibly out of the sides of her body, and Anjali was slowly but surely incorporating them fully into the massage. She was able to rub her hands down from below Kelly’s armpits, over the sides of her boobs, down past her waist and towards the top of her groin, reaching her fingers further and further under Kelly’s body.
We could hear Kelly’s breath getting shorter and shallower. After a couple more minutes, and not having received any pushback, Anjali glanced at me, winked, and said softly “I think we’d better turn you over so I can finish your front”. Time almost stood still as we waited to see how Kelly would respond, but almost immediately, without saying a word, she wriggled over so she was on her back, albeit taking care to lay her bra across her boobs. Her eyes were closed, and her breath was getting quicker and quicker by the minute. Anjali flashed a quick smile at me, poured some more oil, and started to rub it into the front of Kelly’s shoulders, arms and stomach. Again, she slowly but surely increased the area of work, getting closer and closer to the boobs and below the waist. “I’ll take your leggings off so I can work on your quads” she breathed. Again, there was no protest from Kelly, who was now laying in just a thong with her bra just covering her boobs. I could see that Anjali – who loves oily sex – was not holding back with the massage oil, and Kelly was shining all over. Anjali worked the muscular legs carefully, pushing further and further up until her fingers were almost underneath the edge of the thong, working both the tops of the legs and also the inner thighs.
Casting another glance in my direction, Anjali leant over Kelly’s face so her hair almost touched her, and whispered “I think you’re enjoying this, aren’t you?” All that came back was a slight moan, which although not an outright Yes, was certainly not a negative response either. Taking up a position above Kelly’s head, Anjali repeatedly rubbed down the length of Kelly’s arms, which were now down by her side. With each stroke, she got lower and lower, until her bust was going up and down directly over Kelly’s face. I knew we were approaching the make or break moment and kept quiet as a mouse, Kelly was by now almost panting. I had seen her eyes open briefly as she felt Anjali’s boobs above her, but she said nothing, and she closed them again quickly. Quickly taking some more oil, Anjali ran her hands one last time down the length of the arms, but the next time, instead of rubbing along the arms, she closed her eyes, and, ran her hands down the front of the shoulders, and down over Kelly’s boobs. “I don’t think we need this anymore” she whispered, flicking the damp bra to one side, and continued that massage, but now incorporating her boobs as well. I could see that both Anjali and I were in luck. Despite having fed three c***dren, Kelly’s boobs were natural and full, and still very shapely. And, I noticed, they now sported very erect nipples, helped by Anjali’s tweaking and caressing.
No longer making any attempt to disguise the obviously sexual nature of the exercise, Anjali continued with the massage, but spending more and more time playing with and squeezing those gorgeous breasts. I knew full well that Anjali would be getting as turned on as I was, but we knew we had to take things gently if we were to get to the next step. She spent plenty of time caressing and kneading, often bent over so that her bust was touching Kelly’s face. Joy! Far from turning away, Kelly – with her eyes still closed – appeared to be lifting her head slightly in order to nuzzle into Anjali’s boobs more closely. Anjali’s hands were now well below Kelly’s stomach, and starting to work their way under the waistband of her thong. This had the effect of lowering Anjali’s torso further towards Kelly’s face, and we heard the unmistakeable sound of a gentle moaning escaping her lips. Throwing caution to the winds, Anjali quickly reached back and removed her top, then immediately returned to massaging the top of Kelly’s groin. Freed from the tight lycra, Anjali’s pert boobs descended onto Kelly’s face, who responded by lifting her head to seek them out. Twisting her body slightly, Anjali managed to get one boob directly over Kelly’s mouth, who responded – double joy! - by taking the nipple in her mouth and giving it an exploratory suck. I saw Anjali tense with pleasure and twist her body to bring the other nipple into play as well, and Kelly reacted as if she had been waiting for nothing else. By this time, Anjali had decided she my as well join in, and had started teasing Kelly’s erect nipples with her own mouth, first one, then the other, now sucking, now teasing and just occasionally giving a gentle bite, which Kelly seemed to particularly enjoy.
After a couple more minutes, Anjali floated her head slowly up towards Kelly’s face, her hair just skimming her body. She allowed her lips to just gently brush Kelly’s, so, so gently at first, and that prompted a louder moan. The tip of Anjali’s tongue emerged and caressed Kelly’s lips, until Kelly could take no more and responded with her own tongue. The tips flicked against each other, teasing and probing, until Anjali suddenly plunged her head down, and the two girls were locked in a deep, long kiss. Anjali continued to knead one of Kelly’s boobs with one hand, while the other went behind Kelly’s head and locked into it position against her own face. Both girls were starting to moan, and I could see Kelly’s right hand starting to play with her own pussy. After what seemed an age, Anjali released the clinch, and both girls panted deeply as they tried to regain their breath. Anjali walked to the other end of the table and lifted Kelly’s legs so her feet were on the table, with her legs bent. Anjali placed a hand on each knee, then pulled them apart, exposing Kelly’s crotch to the air. I could see a damp patch on the fabric of her thong, proof – if any more were needed – that we were having the desired effect! Anjali ran her face slowly up and down Kelly’s inner thighs, getting closer to and closer to the skin and her crotch with each pass. Finally, she ran her tongue ever so gently over the top of Kelly’s mound, following the line of the damp patch. A deep, a****listic groan emerged from Kelly, which was repeated as the tongue ran down the same path, this time with a bit more pressure. And then the phone rang.
The tension was dissolved in an instant. We knew at once it was Kelly’s – the ring tone was not one either of us knew – and she responded immediately. “It’s my daughter” she said, “ I have to get this”. Anjali stepped away from the table, as Kelly stood up and retrieved her phone from her bag. Although we could only hear one side of the conversation, we knew it was bad news. “I’m really sorry, I have to go and collect her” she said as she hung up, “She’s had a big row with her father”. Kelly and Anjali both dressed quickly – Anjali pulling on her sports bra, and Kelly pulling on her coat over her gym gear. With a sense of frustration, we walked her to the door. Was this an isolated event? Would Kelly wake up in the morning, and look back on the evening as a mistake? Neither Anjali nor I wanted to risk getting the wrong answer, so we made polite conversation. But as Kelly reached the door, she turned round with a coy smile and said, “I think I still have some pain in my shoulder – if it’s OK with you, I’d like to come back soon for another massage? We really seemed to be making progress there, but I think there’s still some way to go...”
To Be Continued!
I don’t think Kelly had any idea what was planned. I’d offered to cut her a new mix tape for the Zumba class that Kelly led, but had somehow managed to forget to bring it to the gym. So that evening, after the last class I’d suggested that she come back with Anjali and me to collect it from home. Kelly was a mother of three young daughters, but we knew her ex was looking after them that evening. Despite being a mum, Kelly was also a full time fitness instructor – and with a body to match. Toned and strong but without being bulky, she had been the target of Anjali and my secret observations and fantasies for some months now, to the extent where we had become class regulars. Rarely at the front – that would have been too obvious! - but the ability to watch her lithe body in tight lycra for an hour at a time was simply too good an opportunity to miss. Anjali and I shared not just a house together, but also a number of kinks that went way outside the norm. Although she was a lesbian, we also shared a taste in women and had an unwritten agreement to share any pleasures between us, provided the target was willing. We knew Kelly liked men, but what Anjali wanted to know was whether she liked women as well. And we both wanted to know how far she might be willing to experiment with her wild side. But one step at a time.
When we got home, I went to cut a copy of the CD while Anjali poured Kelly a drink. Kelly had been mentioning a shoulder pain during the class and Anjali – who is half Indian and a trained masseuse – had offered to have a look at it for her. After refilling Kelly’s glass, she led her to the massage table we had in the back room. Now Anjali and I have a fully equipped pleasure room in the house – swing, gynae chair, St Andrews cross, screens, bed and wet play area – but we knew from experience that this could be a little intimidating on first sight, so we kept the massage table in another room as a sort of halfway house. A potential partner who showed interest could be played with on the massage table, but if they didn’t want to take things further, we could stop straight away without making them feel embarrassed. Any normal masseuse would have wondered why there were so many restraining points and tie downs on a massage table, but these were mostly underneath, and Kelly clearly did not notice them. Anjali told Kelly to take off her top, and lay face down on the table. I had just entered the room and chatted away as Kelly complied – at this stage we wanted her to feel as if nothing unusual was about to happen.
I put some relaxing music on, lit an incense candle, quietly turned up the heat in the room, and sat in the corner as Anjali got to work on Kelly’s shoulder. She was a very good masseuse, and she worked her shoulder and back like a pro. So it was no surprise that when Anjali asked her to lift her top over her head and fold the waistband of her leggings down, Kelly complied without question. Warming the oil in her hands, Anjali resumed her work, but I could see her hands straying down the side of Kelly’s body towards her breasts, and down below her waist more and more often. I stayed quiet, as the room warmed up – both the temperature and the atmosphere. There was definitely a charge in the air! “Just a moment, it’s getting warm in here” said Anjali, who then – standing at Kelly’s feet where she could not be seen – swiftly took off her top, took a handful of oil and rubbed it into her own upper body. Still wearing her sports bra, she glistened in the gentle lighting, and resumed her attention to Kelly’s back. It had become very still – all the chat had stopped – and the atmosphere was electric. Although continuing to work the shoulder, Anjali was now concentrating almost exclusively on the side of Kelly’s torso and waist. Kelly had a generous bust, and her boobs squeezed visibly out of the sides of her body, and Anjali was slowly but surely incorporating them fully into the massage. She was able to rub her hands down from below Kelly’s armpits, over the sides of her boobs, down past her waist and towards the top of her groin, reaching her fingers further and further under Kelly’s body.
We could hear Kelly’s breath getting shorter and shallower. After a couple more minutes, and not having received any pushback, Anjali glanced at me, winked, and said softly “I think we’d better turn you over so I can finish your front”. Time almost stood still as we waited to see how Kelly would respond, but almost immediately, without saying a word, she wriggled over so she was on her back, albeit taking care to lay her bra across her boobs. Her eyes were closed, and her breath was getting quicker and quicker by the minute. Anjali flashed a quick smile at me, poured some more oil, and started to rub it into the front of Kelly’s shoulders, arms and stomach. Again, she slowly but surely increased the area of work, getting closer and closer to the boobs and below the waist. “I’ll take your leggings off so I can work on your quads” she breathed. Again, there was no protest from Kelly, who was now laying in just a thong with her bra just covering her boobs. I could see that Anjali – who loves oily sex – was not holding back with the massage oil, and Kelly was shining all over. Anjali worked the muscular legs carefully, pushing further and further up until her fingers were almost underneath the edge of the thong, working both the tops of the legs and also the inner thighs.
Casting another glance in my direction, Anjali leant over Kelly’s face so her hair almost touched her, and whispered “I think you’re enjoying this, aren’t you?” All that came back was a slight moan, which although not an outright Yes, was certainly not a negative response either. Taking up a position above Kelly’s head, Anjali repeatedly rubbed down the length of Kelly’s arms, which were now down by her side. With each stroke, she got lower and lower, until her bust was going up and down directly over Kelly’s face. I knew we were approaching the make or break moment and kept quiet as a mouse, Kelly was by now almost panting. I had seen her eyes open briefly as she felt Anjali’s boobs above her, but she said nothing, and she closed them again quickly. Quickly taking some more oil, Anjali ran her hands one last time down the length of the arms, but the next time, instead of rubbing along the arms, she closed her eyes, and, ran her hands down the front of the shoulders, and down over Kelly’s boobs. “I don’t think we need this anymore” she whispered, flicking the damp bra to one side, and continued that massage, but now incorporating her boobs as well. I could see that both Anjali and I were in luck. Despite having fed three c***dren, Kelly’s boobs were natural and full, and still very shapely. And, I noticed, they now sported very erect nipples, helped by Anjali’s tweaking and caressing.
No longer making any attempt to disguise the obviously sexual nature of the exercise, Anjali continued with the massage, but spending more and more time playing with and squeezing those gorgeous breasts. I knew full well that Anjali would be getting as turned on as I was, but we knew we had to take things gently if we were to get to the next step. She spent plenty of time caressing and kneading, often bent over so that her bust was touching Kelly’s face. Joy! Far from turning away, Kelly – with her eyes still closed – appeared to be lifting her head slightly in order to nuzzle into Anjali’s boobs more closely. Anjali’s hands were now well below Kelly’s stomach, and starting to work their way under the waistband of her thong. This had the effect of lowering Anjali’s torso further towards Kelly’s face, and we heard the unmistakeable sound of a gentle moaning escaping her lips. Throwing caution to the winds, Anjali quickly reached back and removed her top, then immediately returned to massaging the top of Kelly’s groin. Freed from the tight lycra, Anjali’s pert boobs descended onto Kelly’s face, who responded by lifting her head to seek them out. Twisting her body slightly, Anjali managed to get one boob directly over Kelly’s mouth, who responded – double joy! - by taking the nipple in her mouth and giving it an exploratory suck. I saw Anjali tense with pleasure and twist her body to bring the other nipple into play as well, and Kelly reacted as if she had been waiting for nothing else. By this time, Anjali had decided she my as well join in, and had started teasing Kelly’s erect nipples with her own mouth, first one, then the other, now sucking, now teasing and just occasionally giving a gentle bite, which Kelly seemed to particularly enjoy.
After a couple more minutes, Anjali floated her head slowly up towards Kelly’s face, her hair just skimming her body. She allowed her lips to just gently brush Kelly’s, so, so gently at first, and that prompted a louder moan. The tip of Anjali’s tongue emerged and caressed Kelly’s lips, until Kelly could take no more and responded with her own tongue. The tips flicked against each other, teasing and probing, until Anjali suddenly plunged her head down, and the two girls were locked in a deep, long kiss. Anjali continued to knead one of Kelly’s boobs with one hand, while the other went behind Kelly’s head and locked into it position against her own face. Both girls were starting to moan, and I could see Kelly’s right hand starting to play with her own pussy. After what seemed an age, Anjali released the clinch, and both girls panted deeply as they tried to regain their breath. Anjali walked to the other end of the table and lifted Kelly’s legs so her feet were on the table, with her legs bent. Anjali placed a hand on each knee, then pulled them apart, exposing Kelly’s crotch to the air. I could see a damp patch on the fabric of her thong, proof – if any more were needed – that we were having the desired effect! Anjali ran her face slowly up and down Kelly’s inner thighs, getting closer to and closer to the skin and her crotch with each pass. Finally, she ran her tongue ever so gently over the top of Kelly’s mound, following the line of the damp patch. A deep, a****listic groan emerged from Kelly, which was repeated as the tongue ran down the same path, this time with a bit more pressure. And then the phone rang.
The tension was dissolved in an instant. We knew at once it was Kelly’s – the ring tone was not one either of us knew – and she responded immediately. “It’s my daughter” she said, “ I have to get this”. Anjali stepped away from the table, as Kelly stood up and retrieved her phone from her bag. Although we could only hear one side of the conversation, we knew it was bad news. “I’m really sorry, I have to go and collect her” she said as she hung up, “She’s had a big row with her father”. Kelly and Anjali both dressed quickly – Anjali pulling on her sports bra, and Kelly pulling on her coat over her gym gear. With a sense of frustration, we walked her to the door. Was this an isolated event? Would Kelly wake up in the morning, and look back on the evening as a mistake? Neither Anjali nor I wanted to risk getting the wrong answer, so we made polite conversation. But as Kelly reached the door, she turned round with a coy smile and said, “I think I still have some pain in my shoulder – if it’s OK with you, I’d like to come back soon for another massage? We really seemed to be making progress there, but I think there’s still some way to go...”
To Be Continued!
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