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 ï>¿Exhibitionist Roommate bywhatchaneed11

   Exhibitionist Roommate Pt.  01

   After 2 weeks, Ken was finally starting to adjust to having a roommate.
He had been living alone for over a year when he got the text from Rachel
asking if he had an extra room.  They had been friends in college, hanging
out with the same group most weekends, but had lost touch after graduation
when she took an internship across the country.  When a promotion moved her
back to New York on short notice, she needed a place to crash until she
found her own apartment.  Ken was happy to help.  Even though his apartment
was small and he enjoyed having it to himself, he missed having friends
outside of work and knew that Rachel had always been very easy going.  It
also didn't hurt that he had had a bit of a crush on her.  She was fun and
friendly, and she had this way of biting her bottom lip when she got
excited about things that was inexplicably sensual.  Her small, perky
breasts looked nice on her petite frame, and Ken always enjoyed the amount
of cleavage she liked to show.  She had dirty blonde hair that usually came
down just past her tan collar bones, and her ass was firm and stuck out
nicely behind her - especially in the heels that she often wore.

   Ken wasn't bad looking himself.  At 5'10, with classic features and a
muscular build, the main thing that kept him from hooking up every weekend
in college was his lack of confidence.  He had mostly conquered this by
now, but was still a bit awkward around attractive girls.  Now, he was
struggling to play it cool with a pretty girl for a roommate.  Most of the
time he succeeded, but the combination of the small apartment and the fact
that Rachel didn't have a shy bone in her body had made for a couple of
interesting encounters.�

   The first of these happened on her third night there.  Ken awoke in the
middle of the night in desperate need of some water.  The landlord had
cranked up the heat as they always do in the winter, but had failed to
adjust it after an unseasonably warm day, leading to Ken's apartment being
approximately 3,000 degrees.  A steady rain overnight had forced him to
close the windows, taking away the only source of cool air, leaving his one
small fan to circulate warm air around.  As he stumbled through his small
living room to the kitchen, he walked right into the corner of the
pulled-out futon that Rachel was sleeping on.

   "Shit, sorry.  Forgot you were here.  Just getting some water." Ken
mumbled without really opening his eyes.

   Rachel stirred and groaned a response that didn't consist of any real
words.  In the kitchen Ken turned on the light, filled a class with cold
water and gulped half of it down before refilling it and starting back to
his room.  Suddenly he froze, one hand on the lightswitch.  The light
coming from the kitchen fell on a pair of bare legs, glistening with sweat.
Rachel had slid her pajama pants down, and was now pulling the bunched
flannel fabric over her bare feet and tossing them on the ground.�

   "Why the fuck is it so hot?" Rachel asked, eyes closed, sweat soaked
hair matted to her neck.�

   Ken didn't answer.  He knew he should turn off the light and go to bed,
but couldn't seem to make his hand move the switch.  Instead, he watched as
Rachel peeled off her T-shirt and let it fall to the floor next to her
pants.  She was facing away from him, but the view of her bare back and the
edge of her breast was more than enough to turn Ken on.  As Rachel he
sprawled out face down, one leg straight, the other curled in front of her,
he could see the curve of her ass perfectly accented by the black fabric of
her panties that clung to her skin.

   After a few seconds, Ken snapped out of his trance.  He switched the
light off, weakly said "Goodnight" and rushed to his room.  It was less
than 2 minutes before he was mid-orgasm, the image of Rachel fresh in his
mind.�

   A week later, Ken was up early, getting ready for a big day at work.  He
had to give a presentation to the head of his department outlining his
marketing strategy for the next fiscal year.  He was standing shirtless in
front of the mirror, running through it in his head while he shaved when he
heard Rachel come into the bathroom.

   "Morning buddy, you're up early!  You're usually asleep when I leave for
work." she said cheerfully.  "Ooh, somebody's been working out!" she added,
squeezing his arm.

   Ken flashed a smile and laughed nervously.  "Hey Rach.  Yeah, big day at
work today.  I'll be heading out in about 5, so I'll be out of your way."

   "Don't worry about it, I was just going to hop in the shower.  Running a
little late.  That ok?"

   "Yeah sure!  Just let me..." Ken trailed off.  As he went to clean up
his stuff and step out of the room, he heard her towel drop to the floor.
He looked in the mirror to see Rachel's leg disappear behind the
translucent shower curtain.  Trying not to be flustered, he finished
shaving, splashed water on his face, and took a little longer than usual
brushing his teeth, watching the silhouette move behind the curtain.  He
watched her curves as she washed her hair and ran her hands slowly over her
body.  Finally, Ken broke out of his trance, finished getting into his
suit, and left for work.

   After a quick ride on the subway, Ken walked into his office, put his
bag down, and grabbed his materials for the meeting.  As he set up in the
conference room and people began to trickle in, his phone buzzed in his
pocket.  When he opened the text from Rachel, his jaw nearly hit the floor.
On his phone was a picture that Rachel took of herself.  She was making a
silly face with her tongue sticking out, and wearing one of her usual
button down shirts that she always wore to work, which showed a decent
amount of cleavage while still looking professional.  But over her shoulder
was the clear focus of the picture.  Rachel's firm, round ass was clearly
visible in the mirror, with faint tan lines angling over each cheek and a
small triangle of red lace just below the two small dimples of her lower
back.  The caption read "Kick some ASS at your presentation today buddy ;)"

   Ken was shocked.  Though Rachel was never one to be very conservative,
in the past week he had seen more of her amazing body than he had ever
thought he would be lucky enough to get a glimpse of.  And now she had
intentionally sent him this picture.  After seeing her shower this morning,
and now having her ass on his phone, his libido fueled his confidence
enough that he decided to test the limits a bit.

   "Well thanks!  What will I get if I do?" he texted back.

   "Hmm..  get a promotion and we'll talk mister" she replied quickly.

   Ken smiled, glad that he hadn't pissed her off.  He knew that she
probably wasn't serious, but.  His grin vanished however, as he heard his
boss clear his throat.  While he was focused on his phone, the conference
room had filled up, and he was standing there in front of his boss and
coworkers with a stupid look on his face and a growing erection in his
pants.  There was no hiding it - the outline of his 7 inch cock was clearly
visible through the thin fabric He apologized repeatedly, moved swiftly
behind the podium, and jumped into the presentation.  He was incredibly
embarrassed, but for some strange reason that seemed to turn him on even
more, and he stayed hard throughout the presentation.  He completed the
pitch as quickly as he could, and rushed to the restroom for some privacy
as soon as he was finished.

   When Ken arrived home he was a bit annoyed with Rachel, though having
that picture of her to look out throughout the day did make him feel a bit
better.  He didn't know what to think of his encounters with his friend
over the past few days.  Though they had always had a good friendship, he
had never thought she wanted anything more from him, and still didn't,
really.  Regardless of why it had been happening, he definitely loved
seeing more of her tight little body, and was only slightly upset about the
picture because it had caused such an embarrassing situation for him.

   Ken grabbed a beer from the fridge and walked to the couch where Rachel
was curled up with a book.  She had gotten home a while before Ken, and was
relaxing in sweatpants and a tank top.  She looked up as he walked over,
and as he looked back at her, Ken flashed back to her peeling off those
sweatpants in the middle of the night as he watched from the kitchen, to
her stepping into the hot shower while he shaved, and the picture that she
had sent him this morning.  His voice caught in his throat as he attempted
to greet her, and instead he just sat down on the far end of the couch
before she could see his swiftly growing erection.

   "Hey there champ," Rachel said as she closer her book and sat up.  Her
dirty blonde hair was in a ponytail that allowed a perfect view of her neck
and shoulders.  She put her book down, crossed her legs, and turned to face
him with a smile.  "How was the big presentation?"

   "Fine." Ken replied, turning on the TV.

   "Just fine?  What happened?" Rachel asked with genuine concern on her
face.

   "Oh don't act like you don't know," he said playfully "you know what
happened - and you're sitting on it."

   "What?  I was just being a supportive friend!" she said with a mock
indignation.  Then she smiled, like a schoolgirl hearing some juicy gossip.
"Did someone see it?  Did you get in trouble?"

   "No.  Nobody else saw your picture.  Just my reaction to it..."

   "You mean...you mean you got hard and someone saw?" Rachel asked,
sitting up and giving him her complete attention.

   "Everyone!  Including my boss.  I was about to give my presentation and
everyone was staring at me.  It was so embarrassing." Ken said, hiding his
face in his hands.

   "Wow." Rachel said after a few seconds of silence.  "That sounds
so...so..  Hot!"

   Ken picked his head up and looked at her.  "Are you kidding?  Didn't you
hear what I said?  Everyone saw me get an erection!"

   Rachel bit her lip like she always does when she gets excited.  "Ok
look. I'm going to tell you something that I haven't told anyone.  It might
make up for the awkward situation I put you in today."

   "Ok, fine." Ken tried to appear like he was still upset with her, but he
was definitely intrigued by the idea of learning something about Rachel
that nobody else knew.

   "Ok.  So, last summer, I was living in Long Beach, right?  My apartment
was only a couple blocks from the ocean, so I went down there almost every
afternoon after I was done with my internship.  It was always too crowded
to find a place to lay a towel on the beach, so I would usually just run
home, change into my bikini, and head down there to cool off in the water
for a bit.  Then I would walk back and lay out on my balcony to dry off and
get some sun."

   "Well, one day the waves were bigger than usual because a storm was
coming in.  I was hesitant to go in, but there was a group of people in the
water having a blast, body surfing and tossing each other into the waves.
They saw me standing there at the edge of the water, and kept yelling at me
for come in.  I finally gave in and fought my way out through the waves. 
We had a great time, and kept messing around as the waves got bigger. 
Then, one of the guys tossed me into the biggest wave yet, and as I came
back up from being tossed around underwater, I could feel all the eyes on
me.  The guys just stared, but one of the girls stepped to me and pointed
down.  My top was completely gone, and my boobs were out for everyone to
see.  I immediately dropped back down into the water and began feeling
around for it, but even when everyone else helped, there was no luck.  It
was gone."

   "One of the guys offered to run down to the next beach where their
things were to grab me a towel, but that would have taken at least 10
minutes, and I didn't want to be standing there topless, waiting.  And if
I'm being totally honest, it was a bit of a rush when all the guys were
staring at me, which may have clouded my judgment a bit.  Whatever the
reason, next thing I knew I was walking up the beach through a crowd of
people completely topless, hands at my sides.  I figured trying to cover
myself with my hands would only attract more attention, so I walked as
confidently as I could all the way back to my apartment wearing only my
tiny bikini bottoms.  I could feel eyes on me the whole way, staring at my
almost naked body.  Many didn't notice, because there were lots of girls in
small bikinis all the time near the beach, but those who did weren't shy
about getting an eye full."

   "Oh god that's awful!  You must have been so embarrassed." Ken said as
sympathetically as he could while trying his hardest to picture the scene
in his mind.

   "I was, at first." Rachel answered, biting her lip again.  "But by the
time I got back to my apartment..." she trailed off.

   "What?  Don't get shy now.  You can tell me" Ken said, giving her a
little push on her shoulder.

   Rachel got a look in her eye as if she saw this as a challenge to see
what he could handle.  "By the time I got back to my apartment, my pussy
was so wet that my bikini bottoms made a puddle where I tossed them on the
floor.  I spent the rest of that day and well into the night making myself
cum over and over."

   Ken stared in shock.  He had never heard Rachel talk like that before,
and never expected that he would.  He thought it was incredibly hot, and
from what he could see of Rachel's nipples poking through her tank top, she
was loving reliving the memory as well.

   "So, that's when I discovered I'm a bit of an exhibitionist.  I never
got up the courage to do something that crazy again, but I would often go
topless when I laid out on my deck, and sometimes even go fully naked.  I
don't know whether or not anyone could see me, but the thought that they
might was enough for me."

   As she finished her story, Rachel fidgeted on the couch.  She was
breathing heavily and kept adjusting how she was sitting, and Ken could
tell that she was aroused.  A few weeks ago he never would have imagined
being in this situation or doing what he was about to do, but the recent
events and her explicit story emboldened him.

   "So, what you're saying is that showing off that tight little body to
strangers of yours turns you on?" Ken asked with a smirk.

   "Hey!  You said you wouldn't judge me!" Rachel replied, suddenly
embarrassed.  Then, more quietly "and not just strangers."�

   "I mean, that's a pretty great story, I'm just not sure I believe you.
Without proof, that is..." Ken didn't care that he was being painfully
obvious.  He knew that all she needed was a little nudge...

   "Proof huh?" Rachel asked with a spark in her eye.  "What exactly does
that mean?"

   "Well, you're telling me you like to show off.  So, go ahead.  Show
off." He leaned back on the couch, and put his hands behind his head,
indicating he was ready for a show.

   "You think I won't?" She said defiantly.

   "I think you won't."

   Without another word Rachel stood up and faced him.  She took a deep
breath and closed her eyes as her fingers played with the bottom edge of
her tank top.  Ken was just about to call the whole thing off and say it
was just a joke when she opened her eyes, looked right at ken, and peeled
the white fabric up and over her head before dropping it on the floor next
to her.  Ken's eyes moved slowly, starting with the hint of hip bones
peeking above her waistband, moving up over her smooth stomach to her lacy
black bralette.  The thin fabric allowed her hard nipples to poke through,
creating two small bumps that seemed to grow even more prominent as Ken
stared at them.

   They both paused for a minute, looking at each other.  Neither was sure
what to do, but Ken wasn't going to waste this opportunity to take in all
he could of her body, and Rachel stared intently at him, eager to see his
reaction.  When his eyes finally met hers, he smiled nervously.  In
response, Rachel bit her lip and reached up to her chest to unclasp her
bra. She let the two sides fall away, and then slipped each strap off of
her shoulders before moving her arms back to let it fall to the floor. 
Each heavy breath she took raised her firm breasts slightly, and her small,
dark nipples pointed directly at Ken, achingly hard.  They hung beautifully
below her as she bent at the waist to slide her sweatpants down to the
floor.  She ran her hands back up her smooth legs as she stood up again,
and adjusted the waistband of her matching black thong, teasing Ken by
pulling them down a bit before straightening them and leaving them in
place. She adored having his full attention on her almost naked body, and
couldn't help but slowly run her hands over chest, stomach and legs.

   "Wow..." he breathed.  He recognized what an amazing position he was in,
but couldn't help but try to push it even further.  "I mean, this totally
proves that you'll do it.  But how am I supposed to know if you really
enjoy it or not?"

   With a devilish smile, Rachel took a step closer to Ken, so that she was
barely a foot in front of him.  Without a word, she turned around, hooked
her thumbs in the waistband of her panties, and slowly bent at the waist,
pulling them down.  They stretched over her round ass, and as they began to
peel away from her crotch, Ken could see that she was completely soaked. 
As she bent to the floor, her bare, glistening lips parted to reveal her
perfect, tight pussy dripping with desire.  She stood back up just as
slowly, and began to explore her slit with one finger.

   "Does that answer your question?" she asked, half moaning.

   "Jesus, yes.  You're so wet..."

   "Is that a problem?"

   "No, I fucking love it.." Ken had begun to massage his hard shaft
through his pants.

   Rachel turned to face him, still with her hand between her legs.  "Well,
are you going to join me?"

   "Join you?"

   "Mhmm.  It seems like you like what you see.  Why don't you do something
about it?"

   Ken finally tore his eyes away from the delicate fingers dancing between
her legs and looked up at her smiling face.

   "Yeah, I don't know.  I don't think I could do that..." Ken shifted in
his seat, trying to hide the tent in his pants made by his fully erect
shaft.

   "Well I didn't think so either, but I fucking love it now.  But I guess
if you're not enjoying this, I can get dressed again..." She brought her
hand up to her mouth, licked her fingers clean, and bent down to begin
gathering up her clothes.

   "No no no!" Ken sat straight up and grabbed her arm.  "I am very much
enjoying this."

   "Well then, why don't you prove it?" She challenged.  She had turned the
tables on him, and wasn't going to let him off easily.

   Ken knew this, and realized that, while he might be a bit embarrassed,
there were worse things than being challenged to masturbate with his
incredibly sexy friend.  He took a deep breath, undid his pants, and with a
bit of maneuvering, released his hard cock.

   "Oh fuck." Rachel said, louder than she meant to, and her hand shot up
to her mouth.

   Ken blushed even more than he already was and pulled a pillow over his
lap.  "OK, I knew that was a mistake.  Sorry, I'll go..."

   "Oh no!  No, please don't.  I'm so sorry, I just didn't expect you to be
so...so thick.." Rachel trailed off as she pulled the pillow slowly from
his lap and regained her view of him.

   "Really?  I mean I've never gotten any complaints, but I assumed I'm
average."

   Rachel sat on the coffee table, eyes fixed on the cock in front of her.
With her legs spread slightly, her fingers found their way back to her
swollen clit.  "Look, if I'm being honest, I've had cocks about that long
before, but never that thick.  And we both know I wasn't exactly a nun in
college." She looked him in the eye.  "Please.  Would you...  stroke it for
me?"

   The embarrassment and vulnerability he was feeling from this strange
situation had been nearly vanquished by her compliment and subsequent
request.  Ken did what came naturally with such an incredible sight before
him, and wrapped his hand around the base of his shaft.  He slid it up and
over his swollen head, before moving it back down, slightly faster.  As he
fell into a rhythm, he watched Rachel's fingers go from rubbing circles
around her clit to pushing into her tight hole.  She moaned as they pushed
their way inside of her, and Ken had to stop himself from cumming right
then and there.

   "Do you like that you're watching me?  Or that I'm watching you?" he
asked.

   "I'm not sure anymore, but fuck is this hot." Rachel managed to say
between moans.  Her legs were spread wider now, with one foot up on the
edge of the couch.  She had two fingers rubbing firmly on her g-spot, and
her other hand was rubbing over her body, from her neck, to her chest, and
down over her stomach and legs.  Ken could see her juices dripping down
onto the table as her pleasure increased.  He had never seen such an
incredible sight.

   "I know this might be weird for you but..." Rachel paused for a
particularly loud moan.  "...I'm getting close and I need more.  Can I ride
you?"

   Ken was speechless, but he moved his hand and nodded his head.  That was
all the answer Rachel needed.  Without wasting any time, she leaned forward
and grabbed his dick, lubricating it with her juices.  She stepped forward,
placing a knee on either side of him, and reached behind her to guide him
into her. 

   Before Ken could process what was happening, he had his hands on her
hips, was sucking on the hard nipple of her perfect left breast, and was
sliding into the tightest, wettest pussy he had ever felt.  She hesitated
for a moment, and he tightened his grip on her hips and pushed up into her
to the hilt.  Rachel let out a cry of pleasure and dug her nails into Ken's
shoulders.  She began to rock her hips, keeping his thick cock deep inside
her while grinding her clit into him.  She went faster and faster until she
was clenching around him, wave after wave of intense orgasme coursing
through her body.  Ken had never felt anything so incredible, and it was
nothing short of a miracle that he was able to last as long as he did.  As
she finally slowed her pace, he couldn't take anymore.  "Fuck Rach, I'm
gonna cum..."

   Rachel rose up and stepped back, kneeling on the floor between his legs.
She grabbed his spasming cock just in time, and directed spray after spray
of his hot cum onto her face and chest.  She made sure to milk every last
drop from him, and stood up while wiping him from her face.  "Believe me
yet?"

   "Eh, I guess." Ken panted with a smile.

   "Hilarious.  I hope this didn't make things weird...I know I kind of got
carried away."

   "Not at all.  Best roommate I've ever had, and you can stay here as long
as you like!"

   "Smooth." Rachel said, grabbing her towel.  "I'm gonna get cleaned up."
Though he just came harder than he ever had before, he couldn't help but
watch her ass as she walked out of the room.



   Exhibitionist Roommate Pt.  02

   Rachel exhaled as she set down her purse and gym bag on the bench.  Work
had been non-stop today, and she was relieved to finally be able to
de-stress at the gym.  She stretched her neck as she undid the buttons on
her white cotton shirt and set it on the bench next to her bags.  She
unzipped her grey pencil skirt, and let that fall to the floor, enjoying
the feeling of air on her skin.  She took a moment to put her hair in a
ponytail before opening her gym bag.  She took out her sneakers, and as she
set them down, noticed a note rolled up inside the left one.  Rachel picked
it up and unfolded it as she absentmindedly stepped out of her high heels.
She recognized Ken's handwriting:

   Rachel,

   I have a dare for you, if you're brave enough.  Wear only what is in
this bag for your workout today, and you must include the following in your
session:

   Squats

   Thigh Adductor machine

   Partner stretch

   Complete this challenge, with evidence, and dinners are on me for a
week. Good luck!

   By the time she finished reading through the short note for a second
time, her heart was already racing.  She had mentioned a couple days ago
that she likes getting checked out at the gym, and I guess he wanted to
kick that up a notch.  Intrigued, she reached into her gym bag.  First, she
grabbed one of Ken's tank tops.  It was about 2 sizes too big, white, and
had giant arm holes that came down almost to her waist.  The next item in
the bag was a pair of her white boyshort underwear, which if anything were
less sexual than what she usually wore under her gym shorts.  When she
reached back in the bag, however, her heart skipped a beat.  It was empty.
No shorts, no sports bra.  Nothing.  She picked the tank top back up and
shook it out, making sure nothing was caught inside of it.  But no, Ken had
packed her only sneakers, underwear, and a baggy tank top. 

   She couldn't do this.  No way she was going to go work out in front of
total strangers wearing next to nothing.  But even as she was telling
herself this, she knew that it wasn't true.  Just thinking about it had
awakened the exhibitionist inside her, and she knew that it wasn't going
away anytime soon.  Rachel removed her bra, set it on the bench, and pulled
the tank top over her head.  Without stopping to think, she removed her
thong and replaced it with the white boyshorts, slid her sneakers on, and
locked everything else away in her locker except for her phone and
headphones.  On the way out of the locker room, she stopped in front of the
mirror.  Turning slowly, she saw how much she would really be on display.
The sides of the tank top were very open, and you could see the side of
each breast even while standing up.  The bottom of it had been cut, and so
even though it was big on her, it fell just below her waist.  As she
turned, she could see that the bottom of each cheek peeked out from under
the white cotton fabric of her underwear.  She tried to pull them down a
bit, but it didn't do much good.  She smiled at this, took a picture of her
reflection, and headed out of the locker room.

   She had braced herself for the worst, anticipating an overreaction from
the entire gym as soon as she opened the door.  However, as she walked out
the door and up the stairs to where the treadmills were, things seemed
almost normal.  She got some stares from most of the guys and some of the
girls that she passed, but this was nothing new.  They may have held their
gaze a bit longer than usual at her bare sides or barely covered ass, but
Rachel enjoyed that.  She was a little bit flustered, but decided to stick
with her usual routine as best she could - treadmill, weights, and then
stretching.  It was slightly less busy than usual today, and all but two
treadmills were open.  She stepped onto the one that was two down from a
guy she had seen there before.  His name was John, and they had spoken a
couple of times.  He looked over as she put her headphones in and started
her music, and she gave him a small wave.  He smiled, and let his eyes
wander down her exposed side before he waved back.  He spent a lot of time
at the gym, and she was sure he had caught her checking him out on a few
occasions.

   Rachel started up the treadmill, and as she waited for the machine to
get up to speed, she sent the picture of herself in the locker room to Ken
with the text "Challenge Accepted." As she began to run, Rachel became
acutely aware of what a difference a sports bra makes.  Even though her
small, firm breasts didn't bounce enough to cause her discomfort, there was
much more movement than she was used to, and the fabric rubbing against her
erect nipples gave her goosebumps.  Additionally, each step caused the
boyshorts to ride up, exposing more of her firm ass.  At first, she tried
to straighten it out, but soon gave up.  By the end of her two mile warm
up, half her ass was showing, and she was beginning to sweat.  She shut the
machine off, and wiped her face on her shirt.  Only after seeing John
staring at her did she realize that in doing so, she exposed her left
breast to him.  She gave him a wink, adjusted her outfit back to cover as
much as it could, and headed to the weights.

   People had started to notice her, and she had begun to develop a bit of
an audience as she crossed the gym to the open squat rack.  She added
weights to the bar, just like any other day, and took her position under
it. With her feet set shoulder width apart, she lifted the bar off of its
rest, took a small step forward, and bent her knees into a squat.  Looking
in the mirror, she could see the eyes of three men behind her follow her as
she dipped towards the floor.  She paused at the bottom of the squat for a
few seconds, and as she stood back up, her panties disappeared between her
cheeks.  She couldn't stop after just one rep, and each time she did
another, the fabric slid further between her lips and rubbed against her
rapidly swelling clit.  Between this physical stimulation and the
excitement that she always felt when being watched, Rachel was struggling
to focus.  She could feel herself getting wet, and when she looked in the
mirror at the bottom of her next squat, she could see a dark spot growing
between her legs.  She grabbed her phone, and with her quads burning and
pussy tingling, sent another picture to Ken. 

   After putting the bar back on it's rests, Rachel walked slowly over to
the next machine, adjusting her panties as she walked.  The stares that she
was getting made her skin tingle, and she didn't want to rush it.  She made
sure to bend at the waist as she set the weights for the thigh adductor,
and swayed her hips a bit, making sure to attract all the attention she
could.  She stood back up slowly, running her fingers up her smooth,
glistening legs, and took a seat on the machine.  The cool seat surprised
her as her bare cheeks rested on it, and it put a smile on her face. 
Rachel took a deep breath, and spread her legs rest in position on the
outside of the pads.  Sitting there in the gym, legs spread wide, she
looked up to view herself in the mirror, and was overcome by a mix of panic
and excitement.  Her white tank top had become damp, and you could see two
dark circles where her nipples stood erect under the cool fabric.  This was
tame, however, compared to what she saw when she looked lower.  Her panties
were completely soaked, and the white cotton had become nearly transparent.
You could see the color and shape of her swollen pussy, and with her legs
spread so wide, she was certainly on display.  Her inner thighs glistened
with her juices, and it took every bit of her self restraint to stop her
fingers from pushing inside her.  Forcing herself to continue her workout,
she squeezed her legs together, held them there for a few seconds, and then
slowly let them return to their initial position.  By the third rep, the
fabric had began to bunch, and her pink lips showed on either side of the
soaked white strip.  Struggling to break her trance, she looked up from the
mirror, and saw John curling dumbbells and watching her.  He casually
looked away when she turned her head, but she knew he had a clear view of
her side and breast from his angle.  Rachel got an idea.

   "Hey John, come here a sec.  I have a favor to ask you." she said with a
mischievous smile.  Her heart was racing already, and increased as he put
his weights down and walked over.  He politely stood to the side of her,
staring at his hands awkwardly.  "Hey Rachel, whats up?"

   She did one more rep and replied "Come here where I can see you." Acting
as if she couldn't turn her head to look at him while working out, she was
in fact just getting him to stand directly in front of her open legs.  He
took two steps over, and his mouth dropped open nearly as wide as her legs
were spread.  His eyes locked between her legs, and Rachel could feel
herself becoming even wetter from the attention.  With a grunt, she did one
more rep, squeezing her thighs together before letting them slowly open
again.  Feeling emboldened by her desire, she grabbed the bottom of her
tank top and used it to wipe her face, being sure to lift it high enough to
reveal her perky, dark nipples to him.  Upon lowering her shirt again, John
seemed to become aware of himself, and closed his mouth.  It was obviously
difficult, but he pried his eyes back up to meet hers. 

   Rachel smiled up at him, legs spread wide.  "I'm so tight, I need help
stretching.  Do you think you could do that for me?" 

   John had finally gained a little bit of composure.  "I'd love to help,
but you need to help me too.  My last workout is the bench press.  Spot
me?"

   "Sure, let's go." She said with a wink.  She reached down with both
hands, and hooked a finger from each hand under the drenched fabric
covering her pussy, pulling it out from between her lips and away from her,
before letting it fall back against her.  The air had chilled the fabric,
and the shock of it touching her again forced a sound from her lips,
something between a gasp and a moan.  The noise caused John to look back,
and Rachel bit her lip as she dismounted the machine and followed him to
the free weights.

   John checked the weights on the bar, and then laid down on the bench
beneath them.  Rachel hesitated.  She loved having eyes on her from a
distance, and showing off like this was making her hornier than she had
ever been.  But still, to spot him, she would have to stand at the top of
the bench, directly above his face.  She was still contemplating whether to
call this all off and race back to the locker room when she heard John's
voice say "Hey, you coming?"

   "Almost" Rachel thought to herself as she walked over, took a deep
breath, and turned to face the bar.  With the decision made for her,
excitement once again filled every inch of her, and she chose to enjoy it.
She stepped up to take her place as spotter, and straddled John's face. 
His head couldn't have been more than a few inches below her aching sex,
and electricity pulsed through her as she imagined what his view must be.
He must be able to see every detail of her through the worthless fabric,
and the bottom of her bare ass would be right in his line of sight.  She
shifted her weight from one leg to the other, and noticed that there was
only one thing rising, and it wasn't the weight bar.  John's cock was
growing, and had become quite noticeable poking up under his gym shorts.

   "Hey there big guy, you going to lift or what?" She joked.

   "Uh yeah...  Just getting set." he said, and lifted the weight off the
rack.  He lowered it to his chest, and as he lifted it, he exhaled.  As his
breath passed over her, she felt a chill down both of her thighs.  In her
excitement her wetness had crept down her legs.  With each rep, his breath
danced over her slick thighs and wet panties, and goosebumps covered her
skin.  Her breath caught in her throat and she knew she couldn't last much
longer.  Taking a step back, she looked down at him with a pout.  "I'm
sorry John, I'm just so tight.  Do you think we could go stretch now?  I
really need your help." Without hesitation he lifted the bar back onto the
rack and slid out from under it.  As he stood, she could tell he was trying
to adjust his shorts so that his erection was less noticeable, but it was
an impossible task.  She stared for several seconds before leading him to
one of the quieter corners of the gym.

   As much as she wanted him to fuck her right there on the mat, she knew
that it wouldn't take long for security to throw them both out, and she
really liked this gym.  So instead, she opted for the next best thing. 
When they got to the corner, she turned and pulled him closer so that she
could press her body against his as she whispered in his ear.

   "Look, I need you to trust me.  I'm going to lay down, and you're going
to hold my legs up like you're stretching my hamstrings.  Stay there on
your knees doing that and blocking me from the view of the rest of the gym,
and I promise it will be worth it." With that, she grabbed the growing
bulge in his shorts and looked at him with a smile.

   As she lay back on the mat, John knelt in front of her, and she lifted
her legs for him to grab.  He moved close to her, and made sure that his
frame was blocking her from the rest of the people in the gym.  On her back
with her legs straight in the air, spread at a wide angle, Rachel's heart
was racing.  Keeping eye contact with him, she pulled her shirt up and
uncovered her breasts.  She ran her fingers over them before pinching her
nipples hard.  The jolt that shot through her was amplified by how intently
John was staring at her.  She had wanted to tease him longer, but she found
herself unable to wait.  Without the power to stop it, her hand slid down
her body and into her panties.  She did her best to muffle a cry as her
fingertips pressed her swollen clit.  The sudden stimulation after being on
the edge for so long, coupled with the gaze of the muscular man holding her
ankles high in the air caused a rush of pleasure to rush through her.  Her
body tightened, and then relaxed as she continued to touch herself.

   The extent to which John was enjoying this show was evident by how hard
his cock was straining against the fabric of his shorts.  Wanting them both
to enjoy this, Rachell reached up with her one free hand and freed his
throbbing member.  His eyes went wide, but he didn't protest as she used
the other hand to cover his cock with her juices.  Knowing that too much
movement would attract more attention than even she wanted right now,
Rachel moved her hand slowly and methodically up and down his shaft as she
slid two fingers inside herself and worked her G-spot to the same rhythm. 

   As she stroked him, she she looked up to watch his face as he tried to
stay still and quiet as his pleasure increased.  His mouth hung open
slightly and his eyes roamed from her face all the way down her body and
back again.  When his gaze met hers again, his eyes widened as she extended
the motion of her hand to slide over his swollen head.  It took only a
minute or two of this before she could feel him start to pulse.  "Cum for
me" she whispered, and increased the pressure and speed ever so slightly.
With a quiet groan, John's eyes rolled back in his head and his grip on her
ankles tightened as he began to spray his hot cum onto her chest and
stomach.  This sensation, coupled with the third finger that she had slid
inside herself, triggered the same reaction within Rachel, and she
struggled to keep her orgasm silent as each wave of pleasure flowed through
her.  Her back arched and she felt herself contract repeatedly around her
soaked fingers. 

   As they both came down from their high, they stayed frozen for a few
minutes until they caught their breath.  John let her legs down, but stayed
knelt in front of her.  Rachel grabbed her phone and handed it to him. 

   "Put your number in here, and take a picture of me." she told him.

   He did so without question, and handed it back to her.  She pulled her
shirt over her cum-soaked body, and he slid his dick back into his shorts
before helping her up.

   "Thanks for the help," she said with a wink.  "I'll call you next time I
need a workout partner."

   Back in the locker room, she grabbed a towel, but then put it back.  She
decided to wait until she was home to shower - the feeling of being covered
in sweat and semen was exciting her, and she wanted to push this feeling
going as far as she could.  Without changing or cleaning up, she grabbed
her bags and rushed for the train.