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Kama Sensations
Dynamite Lover
She pushed. Carl watched. She
stopped, slid out of the leg press,
stood perfect-posture-erect and took
her pulse. He put his crossword
puzzle down. Sixty seconds later she
repositioned herself on the machine,
opened her exquisitely muscled legs
wide in order to hit the abductor and
adductor muscles, and incidentally
gave Carl a peek at her pussy.
Carl not only peeked, he peaked. He
covered it with his towel. With
military cadence she slid fluidly back
and forth until, with a final thrust, she
failed in an exhausted heap. Carl
hadn’t done a set—or filled in a clue—
since he started watching. He
imagined that her pulse was racing
because she was imagining the two of
them hot, sweaty and naked as she
pressed his cock deep inside her and
scissored him breathless with those
long, sleekly muscled thighs.
For 90 minutes she pushed, thrust,
squatted, curled and displayed her
thighs and hips and perfect-for-
fucking ass. Three minutes a set, one
minute of rest, three sets per exercise.
Precise, dynamic. Carl had never
imagined, written or filmed anything
like it.
When she mounted the stair-climber,
Carl followed.
“Hi, I’m Carl,” he said.
“You like being onstage.”
“Tina,”
she said.
“I enjoy having you
watch me.”
(Note: I’ve changed her
name.) Carl stood at attention. There
was no one else in the cardio room, so
he made no attempt to hide it.
Tina giggled. She bent over, sweaty
breasts framed in his face, nipples
moments from his mouth, and kissed
him. Carl imagined muscular, naked,
sweaty Tina, her pulse rate at 160
beats a minute, with her ass in the air
and her fingers on her clit while he
gyrated inside her bushy wet pussy
until she crumpled into a trembling
orgasmic mass of pure female beauty.
“Give me the puzzle,”
she said. Carl
didn’t respond.
“Carl, up here!”
she
said, laughing, drawing his attention
from the movement of her hips.
“The
crossword puzzle. Give it to me.”
Carl gave her the puzzle and a pen.
There were only three clues filled in.
For 20 minutes Tina rode with long,
powerful strokes while Carl studied
her from every angle, never daring to
touch himself in case someone should
interrupt them. When she was done,
she was done. There was no cool-
down period. She just got off, wiped
away the sweat and pressed into Carl,
breasts first, and kissed him.
Kama Sensations
“Meet me at the desk,”
she ordered,
and marched into the locker room.
Carl’s jaw dropped. Still lost in fantasy
land, he noticed the puzzle. Her
handwriting was crisp, flawless; the
puzzle was finished. He put it in his
pocket. His cock bulging, he took a
good five minutes before leaving the
cardio room. That didn’t allow much
time, so he changed quickly without
showering, and they arrived at the
desk at the same time.
“Hi,”
he said. Simple, direct.
“I want
someone to celebrate with,”
she said.
“So come and watch me Friday
night.”
“What are we celebrating?”
he said.
“You’ll see,”
she said as she handed
him a ticket.
“I’ll meet you inside.”
Then she hugged him full-body close
and smooched him. He got an
immediate erection.
"You good with that?”
she said,
nodding at his camera.
"It’s my life,"
he said. He glowed as
she smiled in acknowledgment.
"Leave it behind on Friday,”
she said.
“Just come and enjoy the show.”
And
with that she left, never stopping to
look back.
Carl quickly shot a few pictures and
read the ticket.
A boxing match?
He
had a date with a knockout-hot chick
who loved boxing! He adjusted
himself and went home to load the
Tina-booty- in-fatigues shots onto his
computer and enjoy his amazing
fortune.
On Friday the arena was jammed.
Tina had gotten Carl a seat a mere ten
rows back from the ring. The main
event wouldn’t start until
"no earlier
than 9:00 pm”
Las Vegas time, but
boxing wasn’t the main event for Carl.
Tina was. He got to his seat about 20
minutes before the first fight on the
undercard—a local girl, T.N.T.,
getting her first shot against the
undefeated champion, Jara
"The
Brazilian Jaguar”
Sibelia.
Though Carl knew the names and
reputations of some of the fighters on
the card, apart from sexy Laila Ali he
wasn't really familiar with the female
boxers. But he was intrigued by
female
athletes—and
had
musclewoman porn sites bookmarked
on his computer. So when the fight
was about to start and Tina still hadn’t
arrived, he was disappointed. He’d
wanted to ogle two hot chicks beating
the hell out of each other while he had
the hottest chick of them all pressed
up against him.
There was nothing he could do, so as
the lights dimmed and the music
blasted out, he settled in to enjoy the
show. Over the loudspeaker came
AC/ DC’s
“I'm T.N.T. I’m dynamite,
and I’ll win the fight. T.N.T., I’m a
power load. T.N.T., watch me
explode."
Naturally, Carl got hard. With the
lights down and all eyes on the
woman approaching battle, he
stroked himself discreetly a few times.
Oh yeah, he thought as he watched the
gladiator approach the ring,
I’ll watch
you explode, baby.
I’ll
make
you explode!

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