The Drop Off Pt. 05

She finished wrapping her knee and stepped under the bar. She had put the 50s on and another 25 on each side. Laura felt like a badass when she squatted her own body weight. Today she was doing 5 sets of 5. She saw a few guys cast furtive looks in her direction, or stare outright at her. Fuck them. She grabbed the bar and unracked it, balancing it across her shoulders. It hurt, but pain was something she didn't shy away from. The ink she loved to show off, her back piece, had taken several hours just to outline. The shading had been worse.

She squatted, pulled her core in and thrust back up through her thighs and her butt. She loved the burn, the push and struggle of squats. She liked the bench press, lying with her back on the cold bench and pushing the bar away from her with all her strength. Laura had a thing for throwing her weight against the metal bar again and again. The stares and comments from the gym rats did nothing for her, but she did enjoy it when a dude had to take weight off the bar for his set when she was finished.

After her sets Laura stretched her legs on the mat and felt better, calmer, than she had in days. The conference had been an unmitigated disaster. Well, except that first night with Henry. She shivered. She wanted to feel the weight of Henry, to push against the hard planes of his shoulders and his arms and stomach. The weights were a poor substitute. She got up and strode through the gym, still a little sweaty, and out into the cool morning air. With an appreciative glance at a girl coming up the steps in a sports bra and booty shorts Laura reached the sidewalk and picked up her pace to a steady run. She didn't usually lift and run on the same day, but today she was ready to do anything to put off going to work and seeing Henry.

Her legs were a little weak from the heavy lifts, but she ran hard and worked to moderate her breathing. Laura enjoyed pushing her body hard in her workouts, it made everything else she did seem easier by comparison. She wished that wearing out her body this way would tamp down her sex drive, her overactive sex drive which hummed like a man's, pulling her eyes to both the cleavage of women and the bodies of men. In her head Laura liked to blame her problems on her hormones, thinking that most women didn't have to live with a constant hard on, or whatever you call it when a girl has to masturbate several times just to get through the day.

But with the pounding of the pavement clearing her head she knew that lying and drama were the problems, not sex. Laura loved sex passionately, and the passion in her dark brown eyes had always gotten her what she wanted. Though her slim body lacked the large, round breasts she found so irresistible in other women, and her twenties were now behind her, she still found that when she turned her lustful gaze on a man or a woman she could usually get into their pants. The problem was, what came after that?

She turned at her halfway point and let herself start to dwell on Henry. She had a packet to drop off to him today, her stomach filled with butterflies at the thought. Henry wasn't tall, but he was muscular and had a quiet confidence, and a desire for her, that drew her interest from their first meeting. She knew his reputation for brilliance, he had a PHd and a CV longer than hers though she wasn't sure he was thirty yet. He was also known for being friendly and easy to get along with. She hadn't expected to fall for him this way. His smile, always handsome and friendly, was a shade darker when he grinned at her, his eyes hazel and intense. His skin was olive, his hair dark brown. She momentarily pictured lying on her back with her pale legs splayed, running her hands through that dark hair as he lay between her legs and licked and sucked her.

She wanted him badly, no doubt about that. But she wasn't sure how to get him. The temperature of his gaze had risen steadily since their first meeting, and she knew he wanted to fuck her, wanted it so much it scared her at times. She sensed also that he liked her, that he would be fun to spend time with out of bed. Could she leave behind her baggage and give herself to this man, give them a chance together?

Arriving back at the gym she headed for the showers. In the locker room she stripped down, peeling off her gym clothes and her sports bra and panties which were now wet with sweat and slick from her daydreams of Henry. The cute girl she had checked out earlier came in and Laura carefully busied herself searching for shampoo in her gym bag. The girl came over to change next to Laura and as Laura looked over they locked eyes and the girl smiled. Laura knew that smile and her eyes flicked down to the girl's generous breasts. At 5'9" Laura was taller than many women, and often found herself aroused by smaller curvy girls, especially brunettes like this girl, with her curly dark hair. This chick was even prettier up close and Laura was tempted to invite her into the shower with her for some fun. Really tempted. But Henry's words about not sharing came back to her in a rush and she suddenly felt uncertain.

"Have a good workout." Laura said firmly, before things got out of hand, and grabbing a towel and the shampoo headed off to the shower with just one quick glance back. The girl was staring at her legs and ass.

"Have a nice shower," the girl replied softly and Laura knew this cute chick was hers if she wanted. She turned on the hot water and let it run down over her tired muscles. Soaping up her hands she rubbed first her face and neck, then soaped up her breasts. One word and the girl could have been here, and Laura could have rubbed soap all over those round, tan breasts. It had been a while since Laura had the chance to lock her lips onto another girl's nipples, sucking and licking and gently biting. She imagined the circling her arms around the smaller girl's waist, pulling her in and leaning down to kiss her full on the mouth. Girls were soft and sweet to kiss, and Laura loved feeling of soft breasts pressed against her.

Laura rubbed soapy fingers over her pussy now, slipping her middle finger inside. She closed her eyes and let herself imagine the feeling of feminine hands touching her, of small fingers that knew exactly what felt good and how to tease and rub a clit the right way. She pictured the girl squatting down, black curls wet from the spray, and gently nuzzling and licking while she slid fingers in and out of Laura. It felt soft and wet and amazing, Laura's legs were tensing, she pushed her hips forward, grinding against her hand and fucking herself more forcefully. She came silently, shuddering.

Smiling a little, she soaped her hands once more. More to clean up now, she thought. Besides cleaning her vagina thoroughly, because you never know, she pushed a soapy finger into her butt, tensing a little at the intrusion. Henry had said 'I want to tie you up and fuck this perfect ass'. The memory of his hands grabbing her ass, squeezing and rubbing was a huge turn on, the thought of it sent a fresh wave of moisture to her center. Henry wanted this, wanted to be inside her firm round ass. His cock was thick, more than a mouthful, but Laura's collection of sex toys included a butt plug of comparable width, and she knew she could take all of him.

He would start just like this, with his finger to get her prepared. Then he would ask if she was ready, soothe her and tell her what a good job she was doing. Relax, he would say softly, you can do it. And he would slide in slowly, giving her time to adjust, reaching around to stroke her gently, making sure she was enjoying herself. Her butt would would feel full and heavy, intruded on, possessed. He would ease in and out slowly, with control, while she gasped from the pleasure and pain of it. Good girl, Laura, he would murmur, and hold her hair, tugging gently. Running his hand over her back, tracing her tattoo. His pace would quicken. Laura was stroking her clit again now while pushing her finger in and out of her butt forcefully. Imagining her hair pulled gently, his fingers soft on her outer lips, but his thick cock pounding her ass. Oh, Laura, he would gasp and explode inside her. She was shaking and coming again, even harder than before. Goosebumps flashed over her skin while inside she was clenching and contracting.

Laura washed her now sensitive areas one more time, smiling a little at the thought of what it was like to clean up from anal sex. So much fun, but yuck. She washed her hands and turned the spray off, wringing as much water as possible from her long, thick hair. She felt worn out, relaxed. All it had taken was a brutal workout and two orgasms in the shower and she finally felt ready to walk into Henry's office. She pulled on a black lace bra and black thong and dressed in a silky top and a black skirt, just long enough to be presentable at work but still showing off the length and shape of her legs. Drying her hair, finishing primping, she confirmed in the mirror that she was looking hot, Henry was going to be in for it.

The locker room was filling up with the morning crowd and Laura fished her keys out of her purse and headed out to her car. She was ready.