The Athletic Aesthetic

by Vanessa Wu

  “Do you work out?” she asked, running her tongue over his bicep, tasting the salty sweetness of his sweat.

  “Yeah,” he growled as her fingers fumbled with his flies. “Want me to show you how fit I am?”

  Grace knew that she shouldn’t find his swagger sexy, but god he was just gorgeous. It was a long time since she’d been with a guy who was so sure of his sex appeal; and while she felt as though she was betraying womankind, fuck it, because she had never been so turned on. His smell was a wonderful blend of a light cologne, testosterone and pure unadulterated sexiness.

  “Yes please,” she whispered as her fingers slid inside his open flies and found his cock. She pulled back and smirked at him. “I knew you weren’t wearing underwear. Your ass looked too perfect in your shorts.” Wrapping her fingers around him, she heard him moan, and that sound made her pussy twitch. “Please,” she whispered as he kissed her. She pulled his shorts down his legs with her feet and wrapped herself around him pushing herself up towards him.

  He smiled down at her and she melted. She drank him in, his face, his soft brown eyes, the adorable curl of his lips and the hint of stubble on his chin. She wanted to feel it grazing her inner thigh as he guided her to climax with his tongue. She whimpered at the thought, letting her hands wander over his back, closing her eyes as she pulled him down on top of her.

  “You are fucking beautiful,” he said, leaning up on his elbows and stroking her cheek as he kissed the tip of her nose. Grace could smell the grass beneath them as he gripped her wrists and pushed her hands above her head.

  “Should we maybe take this into the rough?” he asked, looking around them to make sure no one was watching.

  Grace shook her head. “No, I want you right here, right now. Please Nathan, stop teasing and just fuck me.”

  “You’re so naughty,” he grinned. “I like that about you.” As he spoke he spread her thighs a little with his until she was completely exposed.

  His cock nudged against her, and she wrapped her legs around his, drawing him tighter against her. Grace looked up at him, her eyes widening as he pushed slowly inside her. She hadn’t gotten a good look at him but, my god, he was certainly living up to expectations!

  “Ahhh babe, you feel so good … so fucking wet.” He was mumbling; his breathing shallow as her pussy grasped at his length inside her, he kissed her neck as he pushed her arms higher. She felt totally exposed to him, arms above her head, legs spread wide to accommodate his muscled thighs. The sky was darkening; the threat of a storm on its way and the wind was picking up, sending leaves and dandelion fluff swirling around them. Nathan pushed into her slowly, his eyes closed, his brow furrowed with concentration. Grace watched him, her body reacting to his gentle pace. She tried to buck against him, urging him to fuck her harder but he opened his eyes, a soft grin on his lips.

  “Oh no, baby, we do this my way. You chose the venue, now I’m choosing how to make you come.”

  Grace whimpered as he pulled out a little further than before and then slid his full length inside her. Every move built pressure on her g-spot and she grabbed at the long grass of the rough, desperate to rush into her climax. Oh god, he really knew how to make her squirm. She wondered briefly how many other girls he’d lazily fucked to what she was fairly certain was going to be a spectacular orgasm—if he ever let her come.

  “I like how wet I’m making you,” he said, “I think I need to taste you.” As he spoke he kissed down her throat and continued over the soft skin of her breasts, his tongue circling a taut pink peak as he slowly pulled out of her. His hands gripped her waist as he kissed lower.

  Grace held her breath, fingers now trying to find purchase in the short grass of the fairway as he licked and nibbled lower and lower, his hot breath skimming over her own modest fairway at the apex of her thighs.

  “So pretty,” he whispered, his lips grazing her flesh.

  She spread her legs wider for him, loving his gaze on her, bringing out the exhibitionist she so often tried to hide. “Nathan.” Her voice was barely more than a gasp as she waited for him to stop teasing her. Then his mouth was on her and she almost squealed as he stroked her pussy with his tongue. Fuck, he was almost better with his tongue than he was with his cock. He had her legs quivering as he lapped at her clit, and then plunged his tongue inside her nuzzling against her with his nose. He kept the pressure on in all the right places until she was nearly incoherent with pleasure.

  “You’re so fucking wet, baby, it’s so hot. You’re going to come aren’t you?” he asked her as she ground herself against his tongue, pulling away from her and making her whine. She nodded, her fingers tangling in his short hair, trying to pull him back down onto her. “No, no babe, I want to feel you all over my dick, and I want to watch your pretty little face as I fuck you hard.”

  Nathan slid up her body, teasing her with the luscious feel of his tight muscles against her skin, until he was pressing her into the ground with his weight. He slid inside her again, his cock pinning her down. He kissed her hard, his mouth hungry against hers, their bodies slammed together as he fucked her, his cock stroking her inside as its root teased her clit with every thrust of his hips. The wind was stronger than before and she felt splashes of rain against her overheated skin. The scent of the grass mingled with the sharp tang of sex and she buried her face in Nathan’s neck to breathe in the smell of his sweat and their fucking.

  The rain came down harder, their bodies slipping in the saturated grass. Their skin cooled quickly, the rain making them slide against each other. Nathan held her tight against him, fucking her hard as she gasped and moaned and writhed beneath him.

  “That’s it baby, come for me,” he growled, her breathing more and more ragged as her nails clawed at his back. Grace was almost there, right on the brink, desperate to fall over the edge while at the same time never wanting this incredible fuck to end. Nathan seemed to sense her holding back and pushed her back onto the grass, making it impossible for her to resist him. He thrust into her, his lips on her breast, licking and teasing, doubling the sensations running through her until her legs were shaking with the building tension. He nuzzled against her neck, whispering filthy words against her ear and with that she let herself go; there was nothing she could do. Her orgasm slammed through her, so intense that she wanted to scream but found herself completely unable to. She gripped his shoulders, holding him to her as pounded her into the sodden ground.

  As she shuddered beneath him Nathan didn’t stop, giving her no opportunity to recover as he continued to fuck her. She let her hands wander over his back, grabbing his taut buttocks and holding him deeper inside her. Every thrust made her pussy tingle, her clit so sensitive, her nipples still erect pressed against his chest. She wanted him to come, wanted to feel him let go and know that it was because of her. She could feel him tense and she gripped him tighter with her pussy, urging him on until he swore and, with her name on his lips, came hard inside her. She could feel him filling her, hot and hard and throbbing as he kissed her over and over.

  They looked at each other, grinning from ear to ear, and Grace giggled as the rain continued to pour down over them.

  “We better get going before someone comes looking for us,” Nathan said kissing her again. “Let’s go get dried off.”

  Grace held his hand as they walked towards the parking lot and wondered if he’d think badly of her tomorrow. She suspected that she was just another notch on his bedpost, but hopefully she’d be a memorable one. Depending on how this panned out, he might just be another notch on hers. She smiled to herself and gave herself a mental high five. He’d been just as good as she’d imagined and, with any luck, there’d be a repeat performance at some point.

  Tuesday – The Office

  Grace was alone in the break room when Nathan came through the door with Adam and Danny following closely behind. She prepared for the barrage of banter as approached, wond
ering whether or not Nathan had told them what had happened.

  “Hey beautiful,” he said as he came over. Danny winked at her and Adam high fived Nathan as he reached for a fresh pot of coffee.

  He’d definitely told them.

  “Hi guys,” she said. “How’s your day going? Sell, sell, sell?”

  “Yeah, I’m having a pretty good day today,” Danny said. “But not as good as your day yesterday, I hear!”

  Grace rolled her eyes. “Yes, ok, you obviously all know what happened. Thank you Nathan! Can we be grown-ups about it please?”

  “I want to know when it’s my turn to take you out for a little one on one,” Adam said. Nathan frowned at him but he pushed his arm. “C’mon, Nate, don’t be like that. Gracie said she wanted to play with all of us, didn’t you? I say spread the love!”

  Grace sipped from her bottle of water and smiled. “Adam, if you want to take me out on the golf course, I’m free most of the day on Wednesday.”

  With that, she turned and headed back to the office, leaving them to gossip amongst themselves.

  Wednesday Lunchtime – “Sales Meeting” on the Golf Course

  “Quick, in here!”

  Adam grabbed her hand and pulled her inside the bungalow, shutting the door behind them. This place typically provided respite and refreshment to weary golfers halfway through their game, but the sign on the door clearly read: “Open on tournament days only”.

  “How did you get in here? Isn’t it normally locked unless there’s a big competition?” Grace looked at him, her eyebrows raised.

  Adam waved a key. “It helps when the bar staff have a crush on you. I told her I needed somewhere to store my equipment.”

  Grace laughed out loud. “And she bought it?”

  “Well, it’s not entirely untrue. I’m definitely going to be putting my equipment somewhere in here.” He winked at her and she groaned at the cheesy line.

  “Well let’s hope she doesn’t find out which equipment you were talking about, or you’ll never get served in the clubhouse again.”

  As she spoke, she began to unbutton her golf top, gradually revealing her bright red plunge bra beneath. Adam walked towards her and she backed against the bar.

  “Wait there,” she said, tugging at the soft fabric of her skirt and letting it slide down her legs to reveal a matching silk thong. The effect on Adam was immediate, and the bulge in his trousers twitched in response.

  “Is it getting a little hot in here?” she asked, reaching behind her.

  “What are you doing?” he asked, then jumped as she suddenly sprayed him with a blast of carbonated water from the soda gun. Grace giggled as he spluttered and tried to move out of the way, his white t-shirt turning transparent. He grabbed the soda gun from her and doused her with the cold wet bubbles, making her squeal.

  “Adam, no, please,” she tried to get away by jumping up on the edge of the bar but he wasn’t going to show her any mercy. He sprayed the effervescent liquid between her legs and Grace moaned as the cool water soaked her silk covered slit and tickled against her clit. She spread her legs wider, settling herself onto the bar, before shrugging off her top, unclasping her bra and letting both garments fall to the ground. Grace palmed the soft flesh of her breasts, tweaking her nipples into hard peaks as Adam sprayed her chest and then aimed again at her clit. She squirmed as the cold water fizzed against her pussy, biting her lip and running her fingers down her body and over her soaking lips. Her clit felt hot and needy, and the soft silk suddenly felt like a barrier. Lifting one wet butt cheek and then the other, her silken thong diminished to a scrap as she eased it over her hips, down her legs and kicked it away. Now, completely naked atop the bar, Grace let her fingers roam over her body to all the points of pleasure she could find. Adam couldn’t take his eyes off her as she touched herself, her hair soaked and plastered to her face and body, her skin glistening and her legs wide.

  He unzipped his shorts and shoved his boxers down his thighs, his cock bouncing up against his stomach. Grace licked her lips, pushing two fingers inside herself, her breath catching as she found her g-spot. She gasped and braced her feet against a pair of bar stools.

  Adam came closer, stroking his shaft slowly and deliberately as he watched her fingers fly in and out of her soft, pink pout.

  “Allow me, babe,” he said, “I know a little trick that will have you squirting like that soda gun.”

  He lay her down along the bar and slowly circled her clit with two fingers, sliding up and down her pussy until her legs were shaking with anticipation.

  “Please,” she whispered, pushing herself towards his hand, desperate to feel him inside her.

  Adam slowly slid two fingers inside her, pressing the heel of his other hand against her sensitive clit and resting his fingers on her stomach as he began pumping his fingers hard and fast inside her. Within seconds she was writhing and gasping beneath him as he slammed into her, his fingers stroking and probing inside, stimulating her g-spot with incredible precision. His other hand slid further down until two fingers were either side of her clit, stroking in rhythm with his other hand.

  “Oh fuck, fuck, fuck …” Grace moaned, her legs shaking and her body taut as the most incredible, powerful orgasm rocked through her, a stream of clear liquid shooting from her pussy just as Adam removed his fingers. She came hard, shaking and screaming as he slapped and rubbed her pussy and clit over and over, drawing another orgasmic convulsion and another hard squirt.

  Grace lay back panting, her body flooded with sensation.

  While she caught her breath, Adam bent his head between her legs and slowly and lazily lapped at her soaking slit, his tongue making her twitch over and over until she was desperate to feel his cock, begging him to fuck her. In response, he picked her up and bent her over the nearest table, pushing into her without waiting, her slick pussy accommodating him immediately.

  “God, you’re so wet …” He fucked her hard, making the table jolt upon the floor with every thrust. Grace couldn’t speak, her orgasm still fluttering through her, Adam’s cock pushing her closer to another climax. She reached beneath her and strummed her clit as he gripped her hips to hold her still.

  “I wish we had some lube, sexy girl. Looking at your gorgeous ass is making me want to fuck you there as deep as I’m fucking your pussy.”

  Grace gripped the edge of the table, his words raising goosebumps on her skin.

  “Me too,” she groaned, “I love that.”

  Adam pulled her hair, lifting her head off the table and forcing her to arch her back, allowing him to enter her more deeply. She was so close to coming again, but she wanted to wait for him. Wanted to feel his cock pulse inside her as she came hard and rippled all over him.

  He grunted as he ground against her, “Oh Christ, Gracie, I’m going to come … You’re such a dirty little thing, you drive me crazy …”

  Grace pushed back against him, clutching him with her inner muscles as she felt him tense and let go, just as she too tipped over the edge, throbbing around him, moaning his name as she collapsed onto the hard wood of the table. Adam lay on top of her, his heart pounding so hard that she could feel it through his chest.

  He finally pulled out and stood up, helping her to her feet. They looked at each other panting and smiling.

  “Fuck …” Grace managed. “That was unbelievable! Where did you learn to do that to a girl?”

  Adam shrugged, almost blushing. “Saw it on a porno and thought I’d try it. It’s not worked like that before, though. You really went for it!”

  Grace grabbed a clean towel from a cabinet and attempted to dry herself off. She looked around. “We seem to have left this place in considerable disarray,” she giggled. “Hope your friend behind the bar doesn’t get into trouble.”

  They did their best to return the place to some sort of order, wringing out their clothes, m
opping up the water and, slightly more sheepishly, Grace’s squirt as best they could before Adam turned to her and asked, “Do you want to finish our game, or should we call it a day for the golf?”

  “I think nine holes is enough for me today,” Grace said, and smiled. “I’m not sure I’ve got the stamina for another nine.”

  Adam nodded. “Agreed. Let’s go get a drink and relax a little bit.”

  “Are you going to brag about me too?” Grace asked as Adam checked the coast was clear.

  “After what we just did in there, I might even brag to my mother!” Adam laughed.

  “You guys are unbelievable,” she said. “Give me a hand with my clubs?”

  Adam effortlessly slung her bag over his other shoulder and she followed him, watching his ass as he walked. Two down and one to go. She had them all distracted and she’d been talking to Jay all week. The golf tournament next week would just be her closing statement. She was fairly certain the deal was hers and, if she played her cards right, she would be celebrating in more ways than one.

  Thursday Morning – The Office

  Grace tried to ignore the banter as Nathan and Adam teased Danny about always being last. The satisfaction Grace got from playing (and playing with) two of these three guys definitely made her proud enough to brag but, at this stage, there was no one to brag to, and she thought it best if she kept her exploits to herself. It wouldn’t look good for any of this to get back to Gary, and she really wanted a shot at Danny to see if he was as good as his friends.

  It didn’t take long for him to come over and chat to her.

  “How’s it going, new girl,” he said, sitting down on the edge of her desk. Grace wasn’t sure, but it seemed like some of the admin staff were giving her the evil eye.

  “I’m fine, Danny, how are you?”

  “I’m feeling a little left out, to be honest,” he said, fiddling with some paperwork on her desk. “You’ve been playing with the others, but you haven’t asked me to show you my game yet.”