🔥 Afternoon Desires – Lekha’s Gym Encounter

I’m Lekha, a 40-something woman living in Pune. I take good care of my body — regular workouts, a clean diet, and a bit of self-love keep me feeling confident. My husband is a businessman, and our daughter is studying abroad, so most of the time, it’s just me at home.

A few weeks ago, a new gym opened just around the corner. It was perfect — no more long drives. I initially started going in the mornings, but it was always crowded. I needed my space. I asked one of the trainers if I could come during a quieter time, and he suggested afternoons.

That’s when I met Rohit, a new trainer — young, charming, and with a body that made every woman stop and look. I started coming around 2 PM, and most days, it was just him and me. He began guiding me through my usual routines, and soon we developed a friendly rapport. One day, I mentioned my slight belly fat, and he offered to focus our sessions on that.

Our sessions grew more personal — more physical. During crunches or stretches, his hands would brush against my thighs, my waist, my hips... and I didn’t mind. In fact, I looked forward to his firm, guiding touch. I noticed the way he looked at me, how his eyes lingered on my curves hidden beneath my tight T-shirt and track pants. And sometimes, I caught the growing bulge in his pants when he touched me.

One steamy afternoon, curiosity took over me.

“Rohit,” I asked playfully, “you work so hard on your body… mind showing me those abs you hide under that T-shirt?”

He gave a shy smile. “Only if you come to the changing room.”

Inside, he slowly peeled off his shirt, revealing a sculpted, six-pack torso. I couldn’t resist — I reached out and traced my fingers over his firm chest. His breathing deepened.

He looked at me. “Want to see more?”

I nodded.

He slipped off his pants, standing now in just his briefs, the outline of his arousal unmistakable. He stepped forward and gently placed his hands on my hips, then slowly lifted my T-shirt, his fingers grazing my bare skin.

“You’re beautiful,” he whispered.

As I knelt before him, I could feel the power I held in that moment. His breath hitched as I slowly pulled down his briefs, revealing his hard, throbbing cock. I took a moment to admire him, my eyes meeting his as I leaned in, my tongue tracing the sensitive tip. He tasted salty and warm, and I could feel his body shiver in response.

I took him into my mouth, my lips stretching to accommodate his size. He groaned, his fingers tangling in my hair, guiding me as I moved my head, taking him deeper with each pass. I could feel his hips moving in rhythm with my mouth, his body taking over as I brought him pleasure. I loved the power, the control, the way his body responded to my touch.

I looked up at him, my eyes never leaving his as I continued to work him with my mouth and my hand. His eyes were dark with desire, his breaths coming in short gasps. I could feel him getting closer, his body tensing, and I pulled away, a smug smile on my face.

He didn't waste any time, his strong hands lifting me and laying me down on the towel. He parted my legs, his eyes taking in the sight of me, exposed and ready for him. He leaned down, his breath hot on my pussy, and I shivered in anticipation.

His tongue was gentle at first, a soft, teasing lick that sent waves of pleasure through me. But it didn't stay gentle for long. He found a rhythm, his tongue moving faster, his fingers joining in, exploring, teasing, driving me wild. I moaned, my hips bucking against his mouth, my body begging for more.

“Rohit…” I whispered, my voice hoarse with desire. “I want you inside me.”

He didn't need to be told twice. He positioned himself at my entrance, his eyes locked on mine as he slowly pushed in, filling me completely. We both moaned, our bodies fitting together perfectly. He started to move, his hips rolling in a delicious, slow rhythm that had me seeing stars.

I wrapped my legs around him, urging him deeper, my nails digging into his back as I held on for the ride. Our bodies moved in sync, our breathing ragged, our skin slick with sweat. The room was filled with the sound of our pleasure, our moans, our gasps, our bodies slapping together as he took me harder, faster.

I could feel the orgasm building, my body tensing, my breath coming in short gasps. “Rohit…” I moaned, my voice a warning. “I'm close…”

He picked up the pace, his hips moving faster, his body tensing as he chased his own release. I came undone, my body convulsing around him, my voice crying out his name as I found my release. Moments later, he followed, his body shaking as he spilled into me, collapsing onto me in a sweaty, satisfied heap.

We lay there for a moment, our bodies entwined, our breathing slowly returning to normal. I could feel his heart beating against my chest, our bodies still connected, still one. It was perfect, raw, untamed, and I never wanted it to end.