OFM Lust: A Legwarmer Workout

This steamy legwarmer workout will get you hot and bothered! 

I’ve wanted to get back into working out for a while now, and there was this fun, 80s-type workout class I was thinking of taking. I read the description outside the class, and I suddenly started to smell a woody musk cologne. I turned my head to see this man who was built like a Greek god. He asked if he could help me, and I noticed I was staring at him way longer than I should be. I apologized and said I was just reading about the class and thinking of possibly taking it. He leaned closer—our noses were slightly touching, and he said, “Oh you you should definitely take it.” He smirked and said he hoped to see me there. 

There’s no way I wasn’t taking this class now, knowing he was going to be in the same class. I walked in and glanced around the room and noticed I wasn’t seeing the beautiful man I saw minutes ago. I got into my spot, started stretching my legs, and heard that lower voice again above me saying, “Glad you made it.” I looked up, and there he was, and in even fewer clothes. He was wearing tight, short gym shorts; knee-high socks; and a tight, bright-blue shirt. I could see every ripple on his chest and even what he was working with between his legs. My jaw dropped when I noticed he wasn’t getting into a spot as a student but instead walked up front of the class to teach it. 

His shirt was getting sweatier and sweatier, and I started seeing his beautiful chest hair poking out over his neckline. I noticed the hair on his body starting to glisten. I knew he was teaching the class, but I started to feel he was looking at me a little more than just an instructor looking at their students. I wasn’t sure if was my imagination or not, but I thought he was checking me out. His eyes moved up and down when he looked my way. I noticed the more I checked him out, the more excited I was becoming. He started to look down at my legs, and I think he knew very well I was getting turned on.

As the class started to wrap up, he had us stretching and working on our breathing. Everyone started to collect their mats and put things away. I walked over and grabbed a small towel and started drying off my face. I heard that sexy voice again, and I pulled my head away from the towel. He thanked me for coming today and said he hopes to see me at the next class. I told him I had a great time and that he’d definitely see me at the next class.

I looked around and noticed that we were now the only ones left in the class. I said I’m sorry for taking so long and hoped I wasn’t keeping him. He said not to be sorry and that because we’re the last ones in the building, all he has to do is lock up. He was in no rush. I started to say I could get out of his hair, but he interrupted and repeated, “I’m in … No. Rush.” As he said “No rush,” he leaned in close to my ear. I could feel the warmth of his breath and heat from his body. I asked if that was so, and he moved in closer, and as he traced the side of my face with his finger, he said just one word: “Definitely.”

I could suddenly tell I wasn’t the only one who was turned on. I knew in that moment he did an amazing job concealing the massive snake hiding in those tiny shorts. He pulled my shirt off, and as I turned around, he pulled his shirt off and showed off his beautiful body covered in fuzz. He traced my chest with his finger, from my nipple down to my waistline. He slid off my shorts with my underwear and then his own. He walked me over to the wall with more room as we started to kiss. 

We got to the wall, and he quickly turned me around, placed my hands on the wall, and pulled my ass out a bit more as he got on his knees. He started to explore my hole with his talented tongue. With every moan I let out, the deeper he went. 

With one hand, he started working his fingers in my hole, and with his other hand, he began stroking himself. He stood up and teased my hole with the head of his cock. With that sexy voice, he asked me if I wanted him to stop teasing and slide it in. I reached my hands back and pulled him close, and as I let out an almost faint growl, I said, “Yes … So, so much!” 

He grabbed some lube from his coat and told me to show him my upward dog pose on my mat. He walked up and teased my hole again, but only for a moment before he gently slid in. He grabbed my hips and pulled me in as close as possible, and I let out the loudest moan I’ve ever made in my adult life. 

His stamina knew no limits, and I was extremely OK with that. This was the first time the pleasure I was getting lasted more than an hour. He thrusted harder and faster and pulled in close each time. I was lucky we were the only ones in the building because I was shouting and moaning louder and louder. 

He shouted my name and let out the heaviest sigh as his body shook from the pleasure. The very moment he finished, I reached the best climax I’ve ever had. We both were now covered in sweat as he gently slid out and laid onto his back. He pulled me in close, and I wrapped my arms around him and placed my head on his hairy chest. 

I told him I hoped I get to see him again, and he said, “Count on it!