Sweat Session

“Yes, that’s it. Take your time. Feel the stretch around your glutes as you pull your hips back. Keep your pace and don’t forget to breathe.”

Harry gave me pointers from behind.

Holding my wrists, he shadowed my slow descent.

I must admit that Harry knew his stuff, as my footing was solid when I pushed my hips all the way down.

Out of nowhere, a solid mass wedged itself between my glutes.

As my skirt flared out during the squat, Harry pushed right against my barest essentials.

If the first time was an accident, this was blatant harassment.

Harry sure was bold.

Despite the packed gym, Harry committed the act so openly.

Nevertheless, I lost myself in the sensation.

Kent was always finished in minutes whenever we got down and dirty. My needs were never met.

Harry’s impressive size hit me right, making my knees go weak.

“Go deeper and squeeze your glutes,” Harry instructed.

“Drive through your feet and tuck your tailbone. Careful to keep your back straight when you get back up.”

I didn’t pack enough muscle in my legs to sustain the lift.

To my surprise, Harry hoisted me up, his package hard against my hip crease.

It was amazing how he lifted me off my feet.

With our bodies locked, my cheeks squeezed his size.

Oh, no. His rock-hard presence left me hollow inside.

A rush of electricity shot through me, my body numbing with sensation.

I tensed my body, trying to fight off the ticklish thrill.

However, the hinge of my hips only trapped his core deeper into my flesh.

“You’ve got the form down, so we can move on to sculpting those glutes.”

Harry released his grip on my hands and cupped my rear.

His hands on my hips made me quiver.

I was startled as this was no workout.

“H-Harry, isn’t this a bit much?”

“Don’t take this the wrong way. I’m giving you a boost. It’s part of the training. Trust the process.”

Feeling assured, I followed Harry’s lead in the workout.

Harry grabbed my tush, his bulge pinned firmly against me.

“Now, I want you to engage your hips until you’re shaking.”

I jerked my glutes frantically, my plain panties barely hiding under my fluttering mini skirt.

With each shake, I could feel the size between my hip crease expanding significantly.

I couldn’t believe that I was a sleeve to Harry.

“Am I getting the pace right, Harry?”

I put everything into tightening my hips while Harry pressed hard against me. It felt like tiny sparks crawling through my bones.

My nerves were on fire.

I was getting wet.

Suddenly, Harry dug his hands into my hips and slammed back against my body.

My glutes were squished against his solid frame.

“At this rate, you’re nowhere near getting the round shape you’re after. Hold on tight.”

Harry started pumping his hips.

Each thrust smashed into my backside, jiggling my cheeks like jelly.

“Ohhh…. Stop, Harry. I can’t take it anymore.”

The sheer intensity of the bulldoze made me melt.

Judging by our posture, it was clear that we were doing it.

If he kept rubbing against me, my underwear wouldn’t stand a chance.

“Keep up with the clenching. My help can only take you so far. You need to put in the work, too.”

For some reason, my body started pulsing with a mine of its own.

Syncing to Harry’s beat, I mirrored his thrusts.

My eyes rolled back in pure ecstasy.

Every cell in my body screamed with pleasure as I caught myself in a sensory overload.

Kent could never come close to this. Harry looked like he could go on forever.

“Engage! Hold it!” Harry commanded.

My knees were failing me as my body wept with sweat.

“Uh… Ahhh…. Yes…” Breathless moans escaped my lips.

Harry unzipped his fly and pulled out his thing.

A burning prickle clung to my skin, and my body went numb.

We were at the gym, not some private club. The nerve of Harry!

“No, we can’t. I have a man. We can’t, Harry.”

I was on the verge of tears.

Without warning, Harry yanked my panties down.

“Do you have any idea how soaked you are?”

Shame crept onto my cheeks.

Before I knew, Harry spread my cheeks and ploughed into me.