Ellie and Paul - Part 2

Ellie could not stop thinking about Paul. He didn’t stay the night, but left her with a long, lingering kiss. Ellie finished the bottle of wine, and then slept more peacefully than she had in a long time. It wasn’t until Jeff came home later the next day did she feel a twinge of guilt.

With Jeff at home, her night with Paul felt so far away, like it happened in another lifetime. But she was both looking forward to her next session with Paul, and was very nervous.

Ellie could barely pay attention at work on Monday. She checked her watch compulsively, even though there was no way she would be late.

When Ellie arrived at the gym, Paul wasn’t anywhere to be found. It was a late appointment, and it was pretty quiet – just a few staff and a handful of people working out. She started her warm up, but when she turned around and jumped off the treadmill, he was standing right behind her. How long had he been standing there, watching her?

“Hi Ellie.”

Her heart rose in her throat. “Hi Paul,” she said, her voice cracking like a twelve year old boy. “How was your weekend?” She was sure he could see and smell her anxiety.

“Really good. But let’s get started.”

Paul certainly didn’t cut her any breaks. He barely gave her time to recover between sets, and seemed determined to wear her out with endless sets of squats and deadlifts. There was no point try to talk – she needed every second to catch her breath. But she wondered – what was it to him? Had he meant what he said?

At the end of the hour, Ellie collapsed onto the stretching mat. She was sore, and already beginning to stiffen. Paul leaned over her.

“Great workout.”

“Thanks. You really are trying to kill me.” said Ellie.

“No. I just wanted to see if you’re making progress. When we’re done, I need you to come back to the office – time to take some measurements.”

Shit. Measurements. Paul was going to see how many inches she’d lost off her hips, and a weekend of wine and pasta was not going to have helped any.

Back in his office, Paul reached around her with the tape measure, and she felt his face brush her hair.

“Paul?”

“Ellie. I really enjoyed Friday night. I’ve missed you.”

“I’ve missed you too. I can’t stop thinking about it. Can I see you again?”

He took her hand and lead her towards the equipment room at the back of the gym. Outside, he grabbed a couple of step benches, and handed them to Ellie. He picked up an exercise ball and motioned to her to follow him.

Once in the darkened equipment room, he dropped the ball, and she dropped the steps. He pulled her close and they kissed, the whole hour, the whole weekend of pent up feelings pouring out into a few seconds of embrace.

She pulled him over to the old weight bench in the corner. It was dropped in the decline position, head downward. She lay down on the bench, and pulled him on top her. They kissed, his hands exploring, touching her belly, her hips.

In what seemed like a second later, he pulled her up to a sitting position, and pulled her sweaty shirt over her head, then her tight sports bra. She started undressing him, first his wind breaker, then his t-shirt, and then his pants.

She leaned back on the bench, and Paul pulled her shorts and shoes off. The pressure of the head-downward position of the bench built in her head, making her head swim. He climbed on top of her, and thrust into her in one smooth motion. It was more than she could bear, and her orgasm exploded, flooding her body, and for a moment, the world went dark.

He continued to thrust. As her head cleared, she saw him above her, his animal gaze locked to her eyes,

“Ellie.”

She moaned, feeling another orgasm beginning to build. Even more than the last time, this was intense. So much feeling, raw emotion, boiling over. This time she was stone-cold sober, and it had never felt so good.

“Paul. Unghh…I…. I…..”

Her orgasm swelled. He leaned forward, biting her right nipple as she came for a second time. His bite was hard, as he himself lost consciousness for a second as he came. His twitching cock made her come for a third time. He kissed her, their tongues entwined, their bodies one, swallowing each other…