All The Time Fitness by RoadkillStudios

All The Time Fitness by RoadkillStudios

Dive into “All The Time Fitness” by RoadkillStudios, where passion and desire ignite in unexpected places. Follow the thrilling adventures of unforgettable characters as they explore their deepest fantasies in a sultry workout environment. Get ready for an enticing journey that will leave you breathless and wanting more!

Damn, her muscles ached. Liv held the last rep, counting out a few seconds in her head, a bead of sweat tickled its way down her neck. With a long exhale she slowly let the weight down, the steel plates clinking together softly. Liv grabbed one of the sanitizer bottles, and sprayed and wiped down the machine. Time to hit the showers. The clock on the wall showed it was a little after midnight, and the 24 hour gym was practically deserted. She checked herself out in the mirror wall as she gathered her things. Short dark hair pulled into a ponytail, sweat-damp sports bra (holding back a generous pair of breasts), and a bit of a weightlifters’ belly — which was exposed and showing a short trail of dark hair from bellybutton down into her shorts. She flexed, examining her biceps. ‘Lookin’ hot, Liv’ She thought, grinning, her round, almost boyish face grinning back at her from the mirror.

She rounded the privacy-angled hall into the women’s change room. Liv wondered if she’d see — Ah! The other woman reminded Liv of an antelope. Tall, lithe, with longer auburn hair, almost red, woven into a thick braid, she moved with a sort of careful grace. She must have been almost a foot taller than Liv was. Liv called her ‘Jane’ in her head, as in, Jane Doe. Jane wore a pair of black, skin-tight yoga shorts and a form-fitting t-shirt. Once a week, at least, they’d cross paths at this Anyhow Fitness. Always at the same time, always finishing up their respective exercises within a few minutes of one another. Liv could SWEAR she’d caught Jane staring at her in the shower. Of course, Liv thought she might have been caught staring herself. Liv gave Jane a polite nod, found a corner, and stripped off her sweaty gym wear. Pressing the button on the wall the shower came to life, high in temperature and higher in pressure. Liv always liked how it felt like it was blasting away all the sweat and grime of the day. She closed her eyes and let the water wash over her.

As if on cue, Jane entered the showers, nude, body shaven. Liv opened one eye, peeking at the slim figure as the water cascaded down her body. If ‘Jane’ was an antelope, Liv was a bear. Strong, and stocky, her body much more ‘natural’, in terms of shaving. Though, she did deign to keep her bush trimmed into a neat landing strip. There was a soft clatter and something bumped Liv’s foot. She peered down, a neat bar of light purple soap sat by her toes. Liv squatted to pick it up. With only a slight tilt of her head, she reached out, offering the soap back to Jane. Their fingers brushed as Jane took the soap from Liv. “Thanks.” Came Jane’s soft voice.

“Yeah no… problem.” Liv replied, eyes lingering maybe a little too long on Jane’s breasts. Small, perky, A perfect handful.

Liv realized she was staring, face going red, she could feel her cheeks warming, and it wasn’t just from the hot water and steam in the air. “Oh uh. Sorry. uh. Staring. Sorry about that.” Liv mumbled, about as awkwardly as a person could manage. “I uh. It’s just…” Fuck it. Shoot your shot Liv.

“You’re really hot.”

Jane giggled, giddy sounding. “I think you’re pretty hot yourself.”

Liv noticed she’d been feeling something for a moment or two already, Jane’s fingers on her wrist. The soap was still held in Liv’s hand, held outstretched by Jane. “I uh. I’m uh…” Liv stammered.

“Ffuck. I’m sorry.” She tried to pull away. Jane kept her grip on Liv’s wrist.

“Well, ‘Sorry'” Jane replied, teasingly “I’m Abigail.”

That antelope-like grace seemed to extend to social situations. Abigail pulled gently on Liv’s wrist, reeling herself in closer, raising Liv’s well muscled arm up as Abigail drew nearer and nearer. Those slender fingers squeezed Liv’s arm gently, feeling the bundles of muscle beneath the skin. “Uhm. I mean. My.. I um.” Abigail was so close she held Liv’s arm straight up. Dark eyes stared into Liv’s pale grey-blue. “L-Liv.” Liv managed to stammer out.

“Well, Liv.” Abigail cooed. “I’ve noticed you.”

Abigail bent down slightly, nose ever so gently grazing along Liv’s arm, following the trail forged by her fingers back down Liv’s arm. Liv felt Abigail’s breath hot against her skin, lips brushing against the line of Liv’s deltoid. Abigail, all liquid grace, dipped her nose into Liv’s armpit. Liv could hear a deep breath drawn in. “God you smell so good.” Abigail all but purred, turned slightly so she could comfortably hold Liv’s arm up.

Liv could feel Abigail’s breath on the soft dark hair beneath her arm. “I uhhhh’ve noticedyoutoo.” Liv blurted out.

“You don’t say.” Abigail teased back.

The timer on the shower cut the water and it was silent save for the slightly panting breaths of the pair. Liv blindly reached behind her and turned the water back on.

Abigail seemed to huff another deep breath in Liv’s armpit. “Mmmnn, and you’re hairy.” Liv felt another touch on her bare stomach. Liv felt all but paralyzed in Abigail’s gentle grip.

“I used to wonder how far this went.” Abigail spoke in hushed tones, fingers indicating she meant Liv’s ‘treasure trail’ of hair down from her bellybutton

“But then I saw you in the shower.”

Liv felt Abigail’s fingers trace the coarse hair from her bellybutton, down, down below her waist, through the thick thatch she left there above her mound. “Ooh huh well I uh you know it’s uh…” Liv rambled.

She felt Abigail’s whole hand press between her legs, applying a light pressure, and warmth. Liv’s voice was high and thin, almost a whisper “I’ve never… with…”

Abigail laugh was amused. “Really? I guess I’ll have to show you how it’s done.”

“Wh-” A finger was placed against Liv’s lips, silencing her.

Abigail knelt down in front of Liv, gorgeous eyes looking up at Liv. Liv’s gaze darted up, the eye contact almost too much as she felt Abigail’s breath on her pubes. “Mmnnnh” Abigail moaned, taking another deep breath, nose burying itself into that tuft of thick hair. “Heavenly.”

Liv squirmed, leaning back against the cool tile walls. “A-Abiga-” she started, the sentence trailing off as she felt a nip on her thigh, then the other, slender fingers teasing gently up and down her mound, teasing her plump outer lips.

And then the almost searing warmth of a tongue replaced them. She quivered at the sensation, both too much and leaving her dying for more. “Hhuhuhhooolyshiiit…” Liv groaned.

Abigail’s tongue slid sloooooowly up, teasing her, tasting her outer lips, and the soft pink flesh of her inner labia, peeking out between the chubby outer lips. Liv gripped at nothing, unsure where to put her hands until Abigail reached out, placing one of Liv’s hands on her head. Liv heaved her hips forward, grinding into Abigail’s nose and lips and tongue and aching for more. With another deep breath of Liv’s mound, Abigail pulled back, clearly savouring the just-worked-out smell of her. “What’s this?” Abigail asked softly.

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