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There are few things that would keep Ali up in the middle of the night, but a message from her friend Shaun earlier in the week had brought her to this point. It was the night before going to her new local gym for the first time.It was 2am before a 7am appointment with a new PT and she couldn’t wait. Shaun recommended it to her when he found out she was moving house.At 6:50am, she pulled into the almost empty parking lot, scanned her ID, and went in. The new PT was getting gear ready and introduced himself when he saw Ali walk in. This guy was clearly happy to have her as his first client of the day and she knew it.After a thorough assessment and a walk through of the flashest gym she had ever seen, he pointed Ali to the women’s lockers.The locker rooms at this gym were flash. Mirrors everywhere with “love who you are” and other motivational messages above them, bright LED strips around the edges, just begging to have selfies taken in front of.Whether it was the extra effort she put in to impress the PT during deadlifts, the new Alphalete leggings (navy blue, especially for the new gym), or just the lighting, her ass looked outstanding.Instagram was out in a flash. Ali turned to find her best angle (not that it took a lot of effort, there were a lot), drew and *click* went the shutter.She posted it with nothing but a peach emoji as the caption. Before she could even put her phone in her gym bag, it dinged with Ataşehir Escort a comment from Shaun. She smiled at the speed of his reply, but would read it after a well-deserved shower.Dropping her phone, Ali pulled her sports bra off her tiny frame, the elastic at the bottom brushing her nipples on the way past, wrapped her towel around her chest, and peeled off her leggings and bright red thong, loosely throwing them over her phone.Shower time.The water pressure was intense. But it was just what she needed to wash off the morning sweat. Ali thought about the message from Shaun and how quick he had replied. Something about the hot water over her body, the privacy of the shower cubicle, and one of the thousand things he could’ve commented in that short time had culminated in her back resting against the cubicle wall, water shooting out onto her small perky breasts, and her hand running down her own body in an eyes-closed daze.Her own fingertip inches from her always tidy landing strip brought her back to reality. With a shake of her head and a quick reorientation of where she was, she turned the shower off and walked a little slower back to her locker, past the mirror she had taken the picture at earlier. If she had more time, she might’ve gone back for a colder shower.She dropped her towel off her body, put on fresh underwear and her favourite jeans which also showed off Ataşehir Escort Bayan her sensational ass and legs, but clung to her tiny waist.Ali opened the comment from Shaun. “Good enough to eat” with a tongue emoji at the end. She thought for a moment and tapped out a non-committal but fun reply in a DM. The world didn’t need to see this.”Promises, promises.”Seconds later, it dinged again. “Just how long a shower are you having? Get out here.”Her heart pounded. Where the hell was he?”Where are you?””Outside. Sounds like I have a promise to keep.”Still stood in the locker room. jeans and shoes on, bra hanging in her empty hand, she felt her pussy pulse at the idea of him right outside.Ali threw on her dark grey tank top and discarded her bra into her bag, feeling like she wouldn’t be needing it. She all but ran out the gym door, looking around for Shaun amongst cars (there were a lot more since she’d gotten there earlier).”Over here,” he called from the side of the gym. As Ali turned to the call, he was already getting up off a small bench and heading towards the corner of the building, just out of sight. She headed his way and when she reached the corner she’d seen him slip behind, he pulled her out of sight, pushing her back against the brick wall in a playful but firm way, standing over her in his 6ft frame.”So how do you like my gym?”Ali decided that small talk Escort Ataşehir was only going to make her late for work. “It’s good, but I probably should’ve stretched more after…” she said, turning herself around to face the wall, arms stretched high above her head, pressing her ass backwards straight at Shaun, starting a gentle rocking motion.Without even replying, his hands were on Ali’s tiny waist, dragging his palms up the sides of her ribcage, taking her tank top with it up her toned body… a mix of gentle fingertips and firm grips from his hands while she innocently continued her stretching, her heart racing at Shaun’s touch, anticipating his next move.Her tank top bundled up around the top of her chest, exposing her breasts to the cool morning air had made her nipples hard, and one of Shaun’s hands was easily going to work on teasing across both of them, the other tracing his fingernails down Ali’s spine, her back arching in response when he reached her waist, hooking his arm around the front and immediately getting to work on unbuttoning her jeans, hungrily prying them open to sink his hand inside her underwear.Shaun wasted no time dipping his fingertip inside her, feeling her warm wet pussy, dragging his digit almost to her clit, teasing it by sliding back to where it started. Each movement of his forearm nudging her jeans down more, the gentle swaying of Ali’s ass slowly exposing the top of her thong at the back.A car door slamming nearby in time with a tight grip on her nipples sent a jolt of excitement through Ali’s body, coating Shaun’s fingers in her sex, rocking her hips in time with his fingers pumping in and out of her, forcing soft moans from her barely open mouth between bites on her own lip.
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