The sensation of the muscles pressing on her naked body was a thrill she couldn’t get enough of and she embraced Rob tightly. When she finally loosened her grip, the instructor worked her legs open so that he could get in between. He worked the tip of his cock back to the wet pussy entrance and Grace jolted up from the mattress as he fucked into her.
“Oh yes…,” she gasped as her body came alive with the enjoyment of sex. She reached around the young man’s body to take hold of the taut ass cheeks and held on as he started to thrust at her. The long, deep strokes took her breath away and she pushed up against the weight pressing down on her. She could sense her heart pounding as their sweat mingled and the elation took hold as the rhythm of the sex increased.
Rob’s body was slapping on hers as he fucked in with increasing force and she urged him on to more. Her nails dug in the taut ass and she grinned as her lover clenched his buttocks. She started to moan as the cock slammed in her and she could feel her clit being stroked as Rob’s body pressed on her. It was bringing her closer and closer to an orgasm and she started to writhe around as she reached the brink.
Grace’s passionate scream rang around the room as her body lit up. She moved her hands higher on her lover’s body and pulled him down on her as the shudders gripped her. Rob fucked in deep and groaned as the spasms of the pussy walls rippled around his thick length. He pressed forward to grind his erection inside her pussy and the excitement of the sensation carried Grace up to a moment of bliss that she didn’t want to end. She writhed around under the muscular body as the peak of the climax shook her, but slowly sensed the shudders dying down as the orgasm passed.
Rob’s chest was heaving and his craving for a release took hold. He pushed himself up on straightened arms as Grace’s hands moved back to his ass cheeks. They gripped him tightly and pulled him into her and he was quickly fucking wet pussy with a growing passion. His breathing became labored as he pushed himself on and the pleasure built in his balls until there was no holding it back.
The thrill of a climax finally took hold and he fucked in deep as he finally let go. Grace tightened her grip on his butt to pull him inside and shuddered as the strong spurts of white splashed her pussy walls. She closed her eyes as the cock continued to unload and groaned when Rob finally pressed his weight down on her again. He was breathing heavily and she brought her hand up to stroke his hair as he tried to recover.
“That’s some exercise you teach,” she teased and Rob lifted his head to grin at her.
“I’m not sure who’s doing the teaching,” he replied as he pulled out and rolled onto his back to lie on the bed. He put his hand to his chest and felt his heart hammering. The touch on his cock made him look down and he watched as Grace stroked him.
“I think I want more,” she said. “Can you come every week?”
“Are you kidding,” he said. “I want to come every night!”
Grace laughed. It was nice to have someone so keen to be with her and she knew that joining the gym was one of her better ideas. Her eyes roamed over the naked body beside her and a shiver ran down her spine. She didn’t think she would need her vibrator for a while and smiled at the thought of more sex with her muscular young lover.
Winter-Sun, Sand and Sex
by Kim Wilkerson
Winter was never Juliet's favourite time of the year. The permanent threat of snow from the angry, grey skies left little room for light or warmth in a singleton's life. The tiny studio flat Juliet resided in, was as homely as it could be, but all the pictures of her family back in Miami couldn't keep the chill out.
Standing in front of her easel, dressed in a painters smock with her oils in one hand and brush in the other, even the red and orange coloured paints depressed her. She'd lost something from her soul and it stopped her painting; at least it stopped her painting well. Juliet hadn't sold a painting in weeks. If she didn't sell another quickly she'd be homeless as well as hungry.
Flopping on the bed, she called her best friend Pam.
'Hello you, what's going on?' asked Pam
'Nothing's going on. That's the whole problem,' complained Juliet.
'You're painting?'
'I'm trying to.'
'You always say that when you're working.'
'It's different though. I haven't sold anything for weeks. I'm already behind in the rent and if I don't paint a masterpiece soon I'll be out on the streets.'
'No you won't, you'll be on my couch listening to my boyfriend nag you day in and day out as to when you're moving out.'
Juliet laughed.
'Any suggestions then?' she asked her friend.
'A holiday,' declared Pam.
'I told you I'm broke. How do I afford a holiday?'
'I'll take you away.'
'What to the cold British seaside to visit your parents?'
'You are very ungrateful at times Juliet.'
'I promise you I'm not. I have a feeling I won't find inspiration in the grey skies and pebbly beaches — that's all.'
'Let me come round for a cup of coffee. I've got a plan.'
'Alright I'll see you in ten.'
Juliet hung up. When she'd first moved into the studio five years ago, Pam had the neighbouring room. They'd got on famously until Pam moved out a year ago. Although Juliet missed her, she was glad Pam's boyfriend's flat was only a ten minute walk from hers, as they'd been able to maintain their close friendship.
She heard a knocking at the door and was stunned to see Pam red-eyed on the doorstep.
'Are you okay?'
'Not really,' admitted Pam.
'What's the problem?'
'Mark is. He's redecorating the flat and he's turned into a monster. I never realised what a control freak he was or the temper he has on him. There's still another month of work left on the place but it's taking its toll on our relationship.'
'Doesn't sound good.'
'It's unbearable,' said Pam, blinking to stop herself crying.
'What can I do to help?'
'Come away with me.'
'Pam. I can understand you wanting to get away for a break, but have you thought this through?'
'I have. My brother's working in Marrakesh at the moment. It's warmer there; warmer than here anyway. He's asked me to visit before Christmas.'
'I don't have a bean.'
'You don't need a bean,' said Pam enthusiastically.
'I haven't any coin either.'
'You don't need coins because my brother sent me two tickets. I can't take Mark because of the renovations and in all honest,y I don't want to take him. He can him finish up the flat and I won't have to cope with his moods. I thought a girly break might be the order of the day.'
Juliet didn't want to disappoint her best friend, nor did she want to turn down a free holiday. She thought about her emergency credit card — the one she should've cut up but never got round to.
'To hell with it. Let's do it,' she agreed.
The girls were packed and on a plane two days later.
