It had been more than six months since Ivan had stepped out of the gym and a feeling of anxiety ran through his body as he walked through the revolving door. The smell of clean and the virginity of the white and smooth walls received him threatening, knowing that his six months smoking like a carter would make him pay the bill Chat with Girls for FREE Online.
The receptionist chewed apathetic gum as she looked at Ivan's gym membership card and said "Welcome, thank you" with a computer tone programmed to make people feel like a worm. Her white blouse, buttoned up to her neck, was clutching breasts that looked big and round and seemed to want to get out and breathe. Those thoughts haunted our protagonist when he found himself on top of a treadmill.
He pressed little buttons, lights came on and he started to run. He put on his helmets and Calle 13 began to ring in his head. He realized that he had chosen the machine closest to the door and that from its place only the webcam sex room white of an immaculate wall could be seen. To his right he had the blue plastic door and to his left and behind him dozens of machines. So he led the rows of machines unwittingly. Behind him, two rows behind, there was a group of 3 girls running and talking that they could see him, but he couldn't see them.
Now he was more anxious to give a good image to those strangers who, according to his thoughts, would surely laugh and reprove his absence of physical vigor or, on the contrary, they would speak in murmurs of his body and his good work if he was up to the task.
The feeling of being examined started the engines and his chest and legs began to work hard, showing these girls that he was a man. His gaze in front, his arms perfectly coordinated with the movement of his legs and even allowed himself the luxury of tensing them to impress the girls more.
Every thirty seconds he turned to look at these girls, he didn't know if it was too obvious, but he wanted to enjoy what he would be provoking in them with his physical strength. She could only see one of them clearly, and within two seconds, but she was a delicious young woman with a pink top, very large breasts and curly blond hair that she had tied up in a half-tail. She was neither too tall nor too skinny, she had tremendously tight thighs in black leggins that looked like the fiercest prison in the world at the time.
Ivan was excited, excited by his high pulmonary capacity and happy because he was convinced that these young girls would be talking about him. In addition, "Latinoamerica" one of his favorite songs from Calle 13 sounded in free live sex cam xxx his headphones. It was a very good time. But, the oxygen began to scarce in his blood and his eyes became out of focus causing a considerable dizziness. He turned off the machine and went down to the ground in search of stability.
The receptionist chewed apathetic gum as she looked at Ivan's gym membership card and said "Welcome, thank you" with a computer tone programmed to make people feel like a worm. Her white blouse, buttoned up to her neck, was clutching breasts that looked big and round and seemed to want to get out and breathe. Those thoughts haunted our protagonist when he found himself on top of a treadmill.
He pressed little buttons, lights came on and he started to run. He put on his helmets and Calle 13 began to ring in his head. He realized that he had chosen the machine closest to the door and that from its place only the webcam sex room white of an immaculate wall could be seen. To his right he had the blue plastic door and to his left and behind him dozens of machines. So he led the rows of machines unwittingly. Behind him, two rows behind, there was a group of 3 girls running and talking that they could see him, but he couldn't see them.
Now he was more anxious to give a good image to those strangers who, according to his thoughts, would surely laugh and reprove his absence of physical vigor or, on the contrary, they would speak in murmurs of his body and his good work if he was up to the task.
The feeling of being examined started the engines and his chest and legs began to work hard, showing these girls that he was a man. His gaze in front, his arms perfectly coordinated with the movement of his legs and even allowed himself the luxury of tensing them to impress the girls more.
Every thirty seconds he turned to look at these girls, he didn't know if it was too obvious, but he wanted to enjoy what he would be provoking in them with his physical strength. She could only see one of them clearly, and within two seconds, but she was a delicious young woman with a pink top, very large breasts and curly blond hair that she had tied up in a half-tail. She was neither too tall nor too skinny, she had tremendously tight thighs in black leggins that looked like the fiercest prison in the world at the time.
Ivan was excited, excited by his high pulmonary capacity and happy because he was convinced that these young girls would be talking about him. In addition, "Latinoamerica" one of his favorite songs from Calle 13 sounded in free live sex cam xxx his headphones. It was a very good time. But, the oxygen began to scarce in his blood and his eyes became out of focus causing a considerable dizziness. He turned off the machine and went down to the ground in search of stability.
He took a few unsafe steps to the metal door and looked for the locker rooms to get his face wet. He saw a green door on his left. He heard voices that seemed to refer to him, but he was really sick, so he went into the green door.
He felt nauseous and the over-activation had put him in grave danger of fainting, so he lay down, half hidden on the floor in a corner of a room with taps and blue tiles. He seemed to have got it right, the locker rooms looked like it. He closed his eyes so that his blood pressure would stabilize...
The sound of the water woke him up. He didn't know how many minutes had passed. He had hidden more than he thought. He was in a corner with a partition that closed the room on three sides, there was only one open hole. I look around: I was in a shower! There were wooden benches about two meters away with open backpacks and more showers about 5 meters away. Three were on. He couldn't see them from that angle, so he tilted a bit and saw a body receiving water from above.
His skin was clear, with women's curves, with his feet focused towards Ivan. Bare legs through which clean water fell up to the ankles, tight but large thighs swayed forward and backward from the pleasure while singing an unknown song.
Above the waterfall of beauty, its sex, brilliant and freshly washed, without pubic hair seemed to be the star dish of a tasting menu. The navel as a point of balance of a smooth belly that was conquered by two big and round breasts that remained firm by the youth of the girl.
The pink and round nipples faded as they moved away from their concentric center. The smooth and elegant neck on the shoulders of a princess held the face of the blonde of the curly hair that ran after him a while before, now without top that oppressed his rounded chest. Her eyes were closed and she was positioned towards the jet that fell with her mouth open, her lips expelled in a sensual way the water that was stored inside her mouth. And now his hands massaged his breasts, squeezing them, contracting them and then releasing them into his air. Enjoying the water in her body, even with her eyes closed and wet blond hair adorning her shoulders.
Ivan was more excited than ever. I had never seen such a beautiful image. He looked again at the sex of his wardrobe companion. Hairless, elegant, feminine, powerful...On her breasts, firm and appetizing... When she saw that she was big tits huge nipples looking straight ahead, she hid in her erect shower like a desert cactus.
I wait, prudent, for them to dress and leave. He did not dare to look again if he was hunted and was confused with a "voyeur" or a pervert. He became eternal. Chat with Girls for FREE Online I heard them talking about trivialities and using the hairdryer, while the girl in the shower sang the same unknown song, Ivan was still erect.
He imagined the smell of the shower vagina, its texture, its taste, as he heard how she dressed and arranged to go out with two other friends. Of course, it was worth going back to the gym tomorrow. The experience was unbelievable. But it was even more so when the door opened for them to come out, the singing song ceased and that playful, feminine voice said:
-Goodbye, handsome. See you tomorrow.