That cherry-round ass was designed to bury your face in. It didn’t take long for me to notice, standing behind her for fifty-five minutes of body sculpting- a class which she obviously didn’t need. By the second set of squats, I’d made up my mind. I cornered her in the locker room, made small talk, flirted. I needed to feel her, to taste the sugar of her tongue and feel her nipples gliding past mine like two puzzle pieces that shouldn’t fit but somehow do.
I saw her eyes flitter down to my chest and I made my move. I ran my tongue over my freshly lacquered lips and leaned in, boxing her against the lockers before letting our tongues lock. Her peppermint gloss gave my lips a tingle that traveled down to my toes, bringing every tiny hair on my body to attention like an army of salacious soldiers.
She seemed slightly surprised, but willing. She kissed back, letting her tongue timidly explore the dark cavity of my mouth before I let my lips linger along her jaw and down her neck. She purred against me, allowing me serve as lioness to her kitten.
I descended to my knees and quickly deposited my tongue into the soft folds of her labia while my fingers found their way into her depths. She was chocolate cake and I was a little girl with a sugar addiction. I nibbled and ate, lapping my tongue against her clit like I was licking frosting from a knife. My fingers plunged in and out of her syrupy honeycomb. Her body started to tense and her face scrunched. I could tell she was trying hard to not scream; there was a class just across the hall. Her hands kneaded the curls of my hair and her grip strengthed as her knees started to shake. She violently pushed that perfect ass back against the cool metal, bringing my face deeper into her folds at the same time. I sucked her in, biting down softly while letting my fingers press hard against her g-spot. She came like a tornado- violent, dangerous and fast. Unable to resist her honey, I licked her clean before returning to her tongue to share what remained.
She wanted to continue, but I had to get back to the office. We exchanged numbers and promises to get together the next night. I suggested my place. Maybe she wouldn’t mind playing with my husband too…