Drenched Panties

by Nichelle Gregory

  Today, she would welcome the intensity of her session with Ryan. In all the time she’d worked with him he’d never let her quit, no matter how much she whined. He didn’t know it, but she’d applied his philosophy to her life in general.

  No complaining. She faced any obstacle with an I-will-get-it-done attitude. Whining during the training session with Ryan had become a kind of a game between them now. She would tell him she couldn't keep doing whatever exercise he'd given her and he'd simply look at her and say, ‘Don't you stop, Nicki.’

  Disappointing Ryan was not an option. Nicki pushed herself through whatever challenge he gave her, because stopping only meant he punished her with more reps or a more difficult exercise.

  Nicki entered the locker room, sat her bag down and quickly pulled her braids into a ponytail. She dressed in her favorite form fitting yellow yoga pants and matching top. The material was designed to support and breathe while exercising. It hugged her curves and she couldn't help taking a critical look at herself when passing the mirror.

  Ryan had kicked her ass with his workouts but the sore muscles were worth it. She slowly pivoted, loving the way the yellow color complemented her cinnamon-hued skin. Her arms and stomach looked amazing. Nicki pivoted to look at her bottom and sighed again. She’d hoped all her training would’ve cut inches off her backside too, but if anything her derriere seemed more pronounced, firmer and higher.

  It was clear her booty was going nowhere.

  The thought made Nicki chuckle.

  “Sports bra or no sports bra,” she mused while staring at her breasts in her reflection. The spandex lyrcra top gave her the support she needed, but her nipples were almost visible through the fabric. Nicki shrugged and exited the locker room. Ryan wouldn’t notice. He’d be too busy barking out reps.

  She headed out to the gym and heard Ryan talking on the phone in one of the offices facing the exercise equipment. The gym was peaceful and empty, something Nicki relished as she stretched. Her training sessions were brutally early, but completely private. She wasn't a morning person but it was worth getting up early to have one on one attention from her trainer.

  Nicki heard Ryan slam the phone down and wondered who he was talking to. He came out of his office and it was evident he was angry, but when he saw her he flashed his mega-watt smile. Nicki smiled back, ignoring the uncharacteristic flutter in her stomach.

  Her personal trainer was not only talented when it came to whipping bodies into shape, he was also very good-looking. Especially today, wearing shorts that showed off the kind of legs Nicki loved...thick and muscular. He liked to wear form fitting t-shirts that strained against his tapered chest and ripped biceps. Ryan had a commanding, sexy presence with his dark hair and intense green eyes.

  Nicki dated black guys. She’d never gone out with a white guy. Ryan made her question why. Just looking at him inspired her to work her body that much harder. She craved hearing his praise and when he told her she put in a good workout, she warmed up all over.

  “Good morning, Nicki.”

  “Good morning, Ryan.”

  Heat rushed to her cheeks at her errant thoughts. Her last bad relationship had made it easy to decide she needed to take a break from the dating scene. She had been celibate for over six months and it was beginning to take its toll.

  “Are you ready to work?" Ryan asked, grabbing some weights from the nearby weight stand.

  Her gaze drifted over Ryan and lingered on his arms. He wasn’t too bulky. No, he had just enough muscles to make a woman notice he took care of himself. She wondered what it would feel like to have all that lean muscle wrapped around her body.

  “Earth to Nicki.”

  She blinked and realized Ryan was staring at her.

  “What did you say?”

  “I said...are you ready to work?”

  She swallowed hard and forced a smile in his direction. “Yes.”

  Ryan nodded his approval. “Good. Let’s get started.”

  “Great.”

  She took in some deep breaths. This had never happened to her in a workout. She considered Ryan a friend. After a year of working out together he knew a lot about her...maybe even more than some of her friends. She always found it interesting how he could pick up on her moods. He knew when to push and when to simply encourage her.

  Ryan studied her. “Are you warmed up?”

  Was she warmed up?

  She would have laughed if it wouldn't have made Ryan look at her like she was crazy. He would look at her like she was crazy if she told him she was fantasizing about him grabbing her hips, bending her over the workout bench. Her dirty thoughts made her nipples tighten. Nicki cleared her throat as wetness dampened her panties. She had denied herself for six long months.

  “Nicki?”

  "I'm good.”

  Her voice sounded odd even to her ears.

  Ryan moved directly in front of her. "You're not sick, are you?"

  Nicki shook her head. “Nope, let's go."

  She grabbed the weights from Ryan and started her shoulder presses. She tried to focus on the familiar burn in her muscles while Ryan circled behind her, watching her form like he did every morning. Nicki sucked in a breath when she should’ve exhaled.

  This wasn't a usual morning for her.

  All she could think about was fucking her personal trainer. The wild realization caught her off guard and she almost dropped the weights when Ryan touched her back.

  "You're not focused, Nicki."

  He sounded disappointed, which made her push the weights higher in an effort to please him. Her arms felt wiggly and her heart raced when Ryan came back in front of her. He watched her push the last two reps into the air and she began to sweat, but it wasn’t because of the exercise. She couldn’t catch her breath. Her breasts felt heavy with need and, for a split second, Nicki imagined she saw Ryan peeking at her heaving chest.

  Now, she was really losing it. Ryan had always been nothing but professional with her. Still, Nicki wondered if he could see her nipples. They pushed against the fabric of her top, completely erect as the fabric against them teased the sensitive flesh. She was certain they had to be visible.

  God, what would it feel like to have him taste them?

  A laser sharp jolt of desire shot through her pussy and Nicki clumsily dropped her weights to her side. Her gaze locked with Ryan’s. She could see the question in his eyes as he studied her.

  "What's going on with you?" He asked with a small frown.

  She shook her head and turned away from him. She walked over to one of the many full-length mirrors covering the gym walls with her hands on her hips. Her gaze shifted to her reflection and she was embarrassed to confirm her nipples were indeed visible. The fabric of her shirt only accentuated how hard they were. She resisted the urge to touch them, lifting her eyes to meet Ryan’s in the reflection of the mirror.

  Had he just been staring at her ass?

  Nicki mentally chided herself. Her inappropriate thoughts had nothing to do with what Ryan was thinking. She watched him move to grab the weights, feeling guilty for involving him in her twisted imagination.

  He replaced the weights back on the weight stand and stared at her.

  "Nicki? What's going on?"

  "I'm sorry, Ryan."

  There was no way she could verbalize what was 'going on'.

  His frown deepened as his gaze drifted over her. Nicki shifted her weight between her feet, aware of her panties sticking to her wet pussy.

  "I've been your trainer for over a year. You know I don't wanna hear excuses."

  He moved behind her, holding her gaze in the reflection of the mirror.

  "I know," Nicki breathed.

  She snuck a look between her legs and was mortified to see a wet spot. A million possible excuses to cut their session short raced through her head. She wanted to get away from Ryan before she truly embarrassed herself.

  "You know what, I am sick."

  "Bullshit." Ryan said.
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br />   Startled by his tone, Nicki whipped around to look at his face.

  "What?"

  Ryan stepped close enough for her to smell his soap. He always smelled so fresh, even when he was sweaty. His green eyes held hers as she backed up against the mirror.

  "You're not sick, Nicki," Ryan replied.

  His eyes scanned over her body, moved over her breasts and lingered on the damp spot between her legs.

  "I'm not?" She asked in a weak voice, leaning her head back against the mirror.

  Something hot and predatory flashed in Ryan’s eyes, making her legs weak as she stared at him.

  "You need to be fucked."

  Time stood still with his words hanging in the air between.

  How could she deny it when he was staring at the evidence?

  "I know how long it's been for you, Nicki. I don't know how you resisted fucking this long. You have such a beautiful body."

  Her eyes widened in surprise and delight. She briefly wondered if she were daydreaming. Never in a million years would she have imagined Ryan uttering any of the words she’d just heard from him.

  “Ryan.”

  "What? I love your body. You shouldn't have to suffer from denying yourself the pleasure of enjoying sex. What you need is a release and I'd love to give it to you."

  For the first time, Nicki's gaze moved from Ryan's face to the impressive outline of his cock protruding from his shorts.

  She wanted him to give it to her.

  "May I do that for you, Nicki?"

  His question unfurled a hunger within her she’d never experienced before.

  Nicki released a shuddering breath. “Yes.”

  Ryan reached for her and she grabbed his arms for support. He pulled her into his arms and kissed her. His kiss was like the rest of him, masterful and sexy. She squeezed his biceps beneath her fingers, loving the feel of hard muscle beneath her touch. He pressed her into the mirror behind them and she could feel his erection against her belly.

  “Turn around,” Ryan said, ending the kiss.

  Nicki turned to face the mirror. She watched him take hold of her shirt at the bottom. He lifted it up and she raised her arms to help him as he pulled her shirt over her head. He palmed her exposed breasts and she moaned with pleasure.

  "Look at you," Ryan said while playing with her nipples.

  Nicki moaned again, turned on by his touch and their reflection in the mirror. Just seeing his tanned skin against her brown skin was erotic. His hands slipped from her breasts and she gasped when he grabbed her ass with one and rubbed her wet pussy through her yoga pants with the other.

  "I've wanted to do this for a long time," Ryan said, kissing the back of her neck. “I admire your strength and beauty, Nicki. I think you’re an amazing woman."

  Nicki smiled, dazed by his words and the feelings they evoked inside of her. “I think you’re amazing too, Ryan.” She slowly turned to face him. “You’ve shown me I’m stronger than I ever imagined myself to be."

  She yelped as he scooped her up into his arms. He carried her to the weight bench, sat her down and went to lock the front door and close the blinds in the gym. Nicki looked at herself and him in the mirrors. She couldn't believe what she was about to do. She watched him strip out of his work-out gear and her eyes were drawn to his naked form. His body was incredible, so built and tan. But the most impressive sight was his cock standing at attention ramrod straight in front of him.

  He walked over to her and she couldn't resist touching him. She wrapped her hand around his cock and smiled when he inhaled sharply. Nicki took him in her mouth, savoring the salty taste of his flesh. She swirled her tongue around the thick head, looking up at his face while she kissed and licked him.

  Ryan placed his hands behind her head to help guide her movements as she took more of him into her mouth. His low groan of pleasure fueled her desire to please him.

  "Don't you stop, Nicki."

  She struggled to keep up with the pace he wanted with his fingers in her hair guiding her movements. His thick long cock bumped the back of her throat and it took all of Nicki’s concentration not to gag. The fact that he controlled how fast and deep his dick slid in and out of her mouth only made her wetter. His grip on her ponytail tightened and she moaned when he rammed his cock between her lips. Nicki whimpered and pushed back against his thighs.

  She couldn't take it. Her lips felt swollen and her jaw was smarting.

  Nicki sucked in gulps of air when Ryan pulled his cock from her mouth. The disapproval in his eyes made her heart skip a beat. It was the same stern look he gave her during her workouts and it always motivated her into action.

  "I told you not to stop, Nicki,” Ryan said, taking hold of her chin.

  “I’m sorry, I-“

  “No excuses, remember?”

  Still breathing hard, she nodded.

  “Good. Stand up and strip out of those tight pants.”

  With her pulse racing, she stood. She pushed her yoga pants down while Ryan watched.

  “Leave the thong on and get on the bench on all fours. Ass towards me."

  Nicki scrambled to get into position.

  "On your elbows, Nicki."

  She bent down on her elbows, fully aware that doing so pushed her vulnerable ass up into the air. She cried out when he smacked one ass cheek and then the other. Shocked, she yelped as he spanked her. Nicki gasped at the heat arcing within her and on her skin where he smacked her. She wiggled her ass and Ryan’s cock pressed against her when he grabbed hold of her hips.

  "Don't you move." Ryan said, letting go of her.

  Nicki could see him kneel in the mirror. He pushed her thong to one side and caressed her still smarting ass cheeks. She gripped the bench hard when he buried his face into her, licking and kissing her wet pussy. He teased her with his mouth, driving her mad with lust.

  “Please, Ryan.”

  Nicki shuddered as he stood and pressed the tip of his cock against her slick entrance. She gasped when he slid deep into her, only to pull out seconds later. He repeated the teasing strokes, making her groan with frustration.

  "Ryan, please," she begged.

  She was dizzy with the need for more.

  He pulled out and took a step back. “Get up, bend over and place your hands on the bench, Nicki.”

  She moved off the bench and did as she was told. Her thighs were drenched with her wetness as she bent over and held on to the bench. She heard Ryan move behind her. He took her again and her strangled cry of ecstasy echoed in the vacant gym.

  It had been so long and he felt so damn good. She tightened her inner muscles around his cock and held on for dear life while Ryan pounded into her. Her cries and moans of delight reverberated around them along with the erotic sound of his skin slapping against hers. Nicki was certain he was giving her the best she ever had.

  Ryan grabbed her hips, increasing the tempo while Nicki pushed back against him.

  “Play with your clit, Nicki.”

  She followed his command. Her pleasure tripled and then exploded into nirvana. She let out a small scream, her entire body trembling with the force of her orgasm. Ryan continued his relentless strokes and then gave a rough groan of his own as he came. Nicki almost lost her grip on the bench with his final deep thrust. Ryan pulled out of her body and they both fell on the mat, sweaty and spent.

  Nicki spooned her body next to Ryan’s and marveled at the striking contrast and beauty of their bodies in the mirror. He draped his arm across her waist and pressed a kiss to her shoulder as he cupped her breast with his big hand.

  "Good workout," Ryan said with a little chuckle.

  Nicki grinned. "Very."

  There’s a saying that when one door closes another one opens. Sometimes, it isn’t a door, but an email.

  ~Nichelle Gregory

  The Email

  Tyla took a sip of cold coffee and smiled. The java was terrible, but she didn’t care. She’d finished her last design of the day. She sat up straight
in her chair and stretched the tight muscles in her neck. All she had to do was check her emails and save the files she wanted to take home to look at later with a glass of wine in hand. She was looking forward to a nice long soak in her tub and a relaxed evening of self-pampering.

  Tyla could hardly wait to leave the office. She sat her favorite mug down, opened her inbox to find only two emails to read and no doubt answer. Her gaze went to the sender of the first email and she sighed.

  Jared.

  Tyla opened the email and read her ex-boyfriend’s tired apology and yet another plea for forgiveness. She had stopped answering his calls or texts. Emailing her at work was his last annoying tactic. Tears began welling up in her eyes as she reread his feeble attempt to explain why he deserved another chance.

  She’d given him two.

  She sucked in a breath. She was done. Jared would never change. Tyla stared at the email, berating herself for allowing his message to upset her. She didn’t want him back. It was the unanswered questions that got to her. The why’s, who and where’s that keep the pain fresh.

  Once a cheater, always a cheater.

  The saying echoed in Tyla’s head, twisting the knot of anger within her. She hadn’t wanted to believe that about Jared, but those words couldn’t have been truer where he was concerned. She couldn't understand why he’d repeatedly cheated on her. All the time and effort she’d spent taking care of her body had meant nothing. She was proud of her 5 foot 7 inch, hour glass shape. Her hair and nails were always maintained and she prided herself on staying in the gym. It had taken her way too long to realize none of that mattered when the man you were with was a compulsive cheater.

  She didn’t want Jared, but she did miss the sex. He had been an amazing lover, the only man able to make her come with his cock alone. Tired of the dating scene, Tyla hadn’t been out with a man nor had sex for almost three months. The sexual hiatus was taking its toll on her. She hated how much she craved the hot sex Jared had always been able to deliver. That had been part of the reason she’d kept trying to make it work. Good cock was hard to give up and Jared had banked on her not being strong enough to do it.