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offered.
    Cameron was bench-pressing 50 kilos, unlike some of the other guys he worked out to keep fit, not to bulk up.  Though I only used smaller weights I was easily strong enough to lift the bar.
    “Sure,” he agreed and I stood at his head and handed him the weights.
    I counted his repetitions and as soon as I took the weights and placed them safely on the rack he ran his hand up my thigh.  I spread my legs, indicating my willingness.  He touched me and found that I had soaked through my exercise shorts in the short time between him telling me that he had come to watch me and him finishing his bench presses.  He slipped a finger under the material and exhaled raggedly as he ran it over my slippery lips.
    “Let’s go to the locker room.”
    We made it there in record time, so fast we probably broke Usain Bolt’s world record.  Cameron closed the door and pushed me against it, kissing me hungrily as he slipped his hand under my Lycra top and unsnapped my bra with one deft motion.  His lips left mine to cover my left nipple as he exposed my breasts simultaneously and pushed them upwards.
    Raw desire pooled inside me as he grazed my nipple with his teeth before pulling it deep into his mouth and sucking on it.  I bent and muffled my moans against his glistening shoulder.  His clean, fresh perspiration was that of a man in peak physical condition, who ate and slept well.  I lapped it up.  It was like an aphrodisiac, increasing my desire for him.
    He ripped off my bottoms and buried his face in my wet heat.  I was so thankful that I had gone for a wax only the day before as he started eating me as though he had missed several square meals.
    I stroked his fair hair lovingly as he spread my pussy lips and thrust his stiff tongue deep inside me, all the time rubbing my clit deliciously with his thumb.  It was all lovely, but I couldn’t wait.  “Baby, if you don’t give me some cock in the next minute or so, I swear I’ll die!”
    Laughing out loud, he straightened and I reached into his sweats eagerly, grabbed his cock and pulled it out into the open.  It was such a beauty I forgot my hunger for a moment and just stared at it, admiring its slight left curve and mushroom head.
    “How could you hide such a lovely cock?” I demanded, looking up at him indignantly.  “You should let it hang out of your fly so the whole world could admire it.”
    It was truly a thing of beauty.  Eight and a quarter inches or thereabouts of uncut masculinity.  Thick enough for me to show it due respect, but not so thick it would leave me walking around wounded for days afterwards.
    He sat down on the narrow padded bench and I made to climb onto his lap.
    “No, back onto me.  I want to feel your ass against me.”
    Turning around, I tilted my hips and straddled him, placing him at my entrance and slowly lowering myself onto him.  He took the weight of my breasts in his hands and tweaked my nipples as I sank slowly onto him.
    His groans matched my moans as I worked myself fully onto his length—I realized then that I might have slightly underestimated his length and girth. As I relaxed and softened around him, he lifted me by my waist and bounced me up and down firmly.
    I knew that Horace, the elderly owner of the exclusive gym was watching us, but I didn’t care.  I had stopped paying my monthly membership fee three months after joining the gym when I’d walked into his office and knew immediately that he must have cameras in the locker rooms and had witnessed me and Wayne, a sexy, professional bodybuilder getting busy earlier.
    He was married to a woman half his age, but I suspected that he got off watching guys’ cocks.  I never let on to the guys that he watched their every move.
    I also never paid another monthly subscription.
    “I’m going to come, baby.”  Cameron tipped me forward onto the bench and tilted my ass up.  I braced myself for disappointment thinking, the bastard’s going to come before I do!