Part I - A New Start
Jules collapsed on the sofa, exhausted after what had been a few frantic weeks. At 30 years old, she wanted to take a step up in her career, which meant quitting her old job and moving to Sydney. She was brilliant, so when a position come up at a great company, she applied and to no ones surprise, got the gig.
Jules packed her bags and made the trip south, excited by the prospect of meeting new people and having new experiences. She wasn’t at all daunted by the reality of starting a new life. She had a bubbly personality and a great sense of humour, which allowed her to get along with almost anyone.
Along with being fun to be around, Jules was smart and stunningly beautiful. She was both academic and practical, stood 5’6 and had an incredible, slender golden frame, with a great ass and tits.
Back home, Jules had an amazing sex life. She hadn’t seen anyone seriously for a few years, but rather had a handful of incredible guys across town that she regularly fucked, on her terms. Years of being chased by guys had taught her how to get what she wanted, and she fully intended on putting that knowledge to good use in Sydney.
She’d found a small apartment in the grungy but fashionable neighbourhood of Redfern, just south of the city. It was full of cafes and bars, and lots of young single guys. Jules couldn’t wait to explore the neighbourhood, but for the last few days she had been stuck in the house unpacking boxes. She was finally finished and as she sat on the sofa, she let her mind drift to other things. She needed to find a gym. She loved to run and work out, and she hadn’t been doing much of that lately. Her pussy was also aching for some attention.
Part II - The Gym
The next morning, Jules woke up full of determination to find a gym where she could burn off some calories and build up a sweat. It was also her experience that gyms weren’t bad places to pick up either. She wasn’t much interested in guys who sat around bars and drank. She preferred guys with stamina. Athletic guys who could keep up with her. She had been fucked by gazelle like AFL players and a host of beefy boys in the past, and they were easiest to track down at the gym.
Jules threw on some black leggings, a loose fitting white tank top, and headed down to this promising looking gym in a converted warehouse that she had seen. It was about a 10 minute walk from home, and as soon as she walked in, she knew it would be perfect. On the ground floor was a huge weights area with classes taking place in big rooms off to the left and right. Above were soaring ceilings and a mezzanine overlooking the weights floor, where a lot of the cardio equipment was.
The girl behind the counter at reception was awesome. She offered Jules a free one week pass, which meant that she could jump straight into it. She walked up the stairs to the mezzanine and took a seat on a bike with a great view of the weights floor. She could see everyone in the gym and couldn’t believe how hot some of the guys working out were. They were all young and jacked, but the more she observed them, the more she thought that tracking down the right guy might be harder than she thought. A couple of the guys were clearly in love with themselves, taking every opportunity to check out their bulging biceps in the mirrors. Others weren’t her type, and the last few she was pretty confident were gay.
With no prospects on the horizon, she put her head down and committed to at least getting a good work out from today’s trip to the gym. After 25kms, she went downstairs and cooled off with some stretches and light weights. Still no one.
Slightly defeated, Jules picked up her towel and headed to the door. She chatted to the receptionist for a few minutes, and then left. But as she did, she crossed paths with exactly what she was looking for. He was easily over 6’3, had boyish good looks, with light brown hair, green eyes and a strong jaw. He was wearing basketball shorts and a scruffy t-shirt, and was incredibly muscular. He had big, broad shoulders, a beefy chest and biceps, and narrow waist. He wasn’t built like a gym rat, but rather like someone who not only lifted weights, but also ran and swam, and played basketball and footy. He flashed Jules a cocky smile, but otherwise walked straight past her into the gym.
She stopped. He was young, and she usually went for guys with a bit more experience, but he was too good to pass up. She reached into her bag and pulled out a $20 note, then headed back into gym.
“Sorry ... who was that guy who just walked in?”, Jules casually asked the receptionist.
“He’s one of our regulars. His name is Jesse. Why?”.
“$20 fell out of his pocket on the way in” replied Jules, holding up the crisp note. “When is he usually in? I have to run, but I can give it to him next time, or maybe you could give it to him when he’s done?”
The receptionist sat back and thought for a second. “Monday to Friday he’s usually here most nights till close, but sure, I can give it to him.”
“Great!” said Jules as she thrust the note into the receptionists hand and turned to walk out of the gym. It was a small price to pay for what she had gotten in return.
Part III - Meeting Jesse
That night, all Jules could think about as she lay in bed was Jesse and that cocky smile. She wondered what he looked like naked. Did he have a six-pack, a nice ass, big dick? From what she could see, he had an incredible body. The thought of what she and Jesse might get up to was more than she could bear. She reached into her side table draw and pulled out her favourite dildo. It was a thick, 7 inch black shaft that stretched her out nicely. As the tip touched the lips of her vagina, she shuddered. She was so incredibly horny. Jules spent the next 20 minutes bringing herself to an incredible orgasm, all the while imagining Jesse pumping in and out of her wet pussy.
The next day, Jules woke up with the determination to make her fantasy a reality. She cleared her evening and aimed to head down to the gym at 8:30pm in the hopes that she might catch Jesse and strike up a conversation. She put on the tightest leggings she owned, a skimpy sports bra and mid-drift, and headed down the road.
As she walked into the gym, she immediately spotted Jesse in the far corner, on the rowing machine, in a tank top. She took a seat upstairs on the same bike as yesterday, and watched him for 20 minutes. The whole time she couldn’t help but marvel at his power and strength. She was mesmerised by the way his swollen shoulders and muscled back moved. “What am I doing!”, she muttered under her breath, as she walked over to him.
“Hi!” She said, approaching from behind as he rested. No reply. He had earphones in. As she then touched him on the shoulder, she could feel how hard and warm he was.
“Hey ... Sorry, did you want to use the machine?”, he replied in a deep, sexy Australian accent.
“No, just wanted to check you got your $20 back?”, she asked.
“Oh that was you! I mean, I didn’t even know I had $20 in my pocket, but yes, Danni gave it back to me. She said someone handed it in. Thank you!”
“No problem.” Jules replied, casually playing with the end of her ponytail.
The two started chatting. Jules told Jesse all about the move, and Jesse told Jules that he was 22 and studying around the corner at University. She couldn’t believe how young he was, and couldn’t remember any guys at uni being as jacked and handsome as Jesse was. Jules also found out that Jesse lived pretty close to her, in the same general direction from the gym. “Score!”, she thought to herself.
“You know”, Jules remarked, “You do owe me for handing in your money”.
“Do I?” Jesse snapped back, flashing his trademark cocky smile, and putting his hands behind his head, revealing his pits.
“Yes you do! And you can start by spotting me. I need to do some shoulder presses.” He said nothing other than “sure” and lumbered over to the dumbbells.
Jules followed, admiring his ass as she went. She picked up the weights and sat down on a bench. He stood directly behind, with a view straight down her top. As she pushed the weights up and down, his hands softy supported her elbows. He was so close to her, and the contrast between her slim physique and his wide, muscled frame was so hot to look at in the mirror.
Jules made sure that as she strained, she let out sexy little moans, and they had exactly the effect she hoped. He started blushing. After Jules put the weights down, she noticed a huge bulge in Jesse’s pants. “Thanks stud”, Jules said. All Jesse could do was give her a wink back.
“You done for the night?”, he asked.
“Yep, heading home. You?” Jules replied, as her heart beat a little faster.
“Nah, I think I’m going to stay around for another half hour or so. Til close.”
Jules was defeated. She thanked Jesse for the help, and went home with only his colossal bulge on her mind.