Shaft
The first thing that I noticed about her was her scent. Not the voluptuous curves, not the curly brown hair tied in a ponytail. It was her scent.
I stood in the corner of the weight room, working out on my own. Sure, some guys love showing off, banging the steel while grunting and groaning. But for me, it’s a lot more personal. So I do my own thing in the corner, letting the shadows hide my form.
But still, the smell. In the middle of a lift, suddenly the scent of lilacs wafted into the room, and my head jerked to see who it was.
A girl, so young it was almost comical. Her innocence shone from those wide brown eyes, her curves sassy and pronounced in those tight gym clothes. Oh yeah, even that baggy track jacket couldn’t hide giant tits, her lush thighs outlined in tight spandex.
Because I love gym clothes for that reason. They’re not loose and baggy. Girls these days wear tight shit and I love it. It’s even better when they’re practically exploding out of their sports bras and tiny bike shorts. I love seeing rolls of flesh, the shadowy vee of their clefts outlined beneath almost-sheer spandex.
It’s fucking heaven, I tell you.
And this girl was possibly the best I’ve ever seen. Big, brown eyes, wide and innocent taking in the scene. A rosy pout parted just so, open with shock during her introduction to the gym. A thick waist and generous hips, topped off with a giant ass in back.
Yeah, just my type.
Even better, as I approached, the girl swung around to stare at me and I could see she wanted a taste. Yeah, her eyes were wide and shocked, dropping from my face to hungrily roam my body, stopping when she got to my cock.
And that’s when the second shoe fell. Because the Shaft always gets them. It’s giant, and my wrestling outfit doesn’t hide much. Tight spandex shorts hugged my thighs, every ridge and curve in stark relief. The thick length wrapped around my waist, painfully obvious to anyone with eyes.
It doesn’t matter most of the time. We’re mostly guys at Petey’s Place and we don’t look at each other’s junk. But with this girl, everything was different.
And lo and behold, but she wanted it. An involuntary gasp left her lips, cheeks flaring with heat. Under my hot stare, those breasts began heaving, the outline of her nipples evident under the nylon of her gym top.
Oh yeah, her nips were getting stiff, the scent of female pussy beginning to swirl in the air. All around me, guys were beginning to turn and stare, entranced by the scent of breeding female.
But she belonged to me. This sweet thing was meant for the Shaft, and she was going to get it.
“Hi Shaft!” cried old Pete, the proprietor of this place. “Good to see you.”
I grunted noncommittally. I was here every day. The gym is my second home, after the office.
“Hey,” was my smooth reply. “Who do you have here?” I asked, shooting my girl a sizzling look.
To her credit, she didn’t turn into a bumbling fool, the way some women do.
“I’m Lily,” she said in a dulcet voice, so soft that I almost missed it at first. “Nice to meet you,” she said, holding her hand out.
My big paw swept out, engulfing hers as our eyes clashed, blue on brown. The contact was electric, even if it was just our hands.
“Nice to meet you,” I growled when I could finally breathe again.
“Nice to meet you too,” she murmured, a shy smile wreathing those lips. “Do you work out often?”
“Every day,” I stated. “Why? You thinking of joining?”
“Why yes,” she replied, cheeks flushing. “I thought I’d get in shape and ummm, lose some weight maybe.”
I was about to say something about how she looked perfect, except Petey cut me off.
“That’s what Petey’s Place is here for!” he crowed, shooting me a warning look. “We can meet all of your fitness needs.”
I barely stopped myself from rolling my eyes because Petey is a scumbag. Business is booming between his regular memberships and the money we pay to participate in Battle Bang. But hey, the old guy is wily, and he’s survived for a long time for a reason.
So I shut my trap, merely nodding noncommittally.
“Sure, this gym is freakin’ awesome,” I intoned. “What are you looking to do?”
She flushed again.
“Maybe some treadmill,” she said in a brave voice. “I figure I can work on improving my twelve-minute mile.”
My eyebrow raised.
“Sweetheart, it’s not about time,” I said smoothly. “It’s about personal records and feeling your best. It’s most important to compete against yourself, and not some artificial goals set by others. Trust me, I know.”
Her cheeks flushed.
“Thanks, Shaft,” she said. “I appreciate it.”
“Sure thing,” I growled. “Now where are you guys looking to go next?”
Petey let out a cackle.
“To the treadmills of course!” he crowed. “What the lady wants is what she gets.”
And with one last look over her shoulder, the girl disappeared down the hall, shooting me a soft smile. I watched as her hips swung, that big butt beckoning to me. And smiling to myself, I let out a growl … because we’d just found a new victim for Battle Bang, and I was getting the first taste.