After hours at the gym (F/F)
Posted: Tue Dec 23, 2025 9:30 am
There is a more than 50/50 chance Janine might be modelled on someone you know from this board. 
The neon sign buzzed overhead, casting a sickly green glow across the gym's deserted parking lot. Janine's sports bra was already soaked through before she even made it to the front doors.
She'd learned long ago that people either stared at her damp stretch marks or pretended not to see her at all—both reactions stung in different ways. Tonight, the 24-hour facility was nearly empty. Good. Less witnesses for what came next.
The rubber soles of her trainers squeaked against the linoleum as she made her way toward the free weights. Her reflection in the floor-to-ceiling mirrors betrayed the exhaustion in her slumped shoulders—that, and the way her thighs jiggled slightly with each step. There was something almost hypnotic about watching the ripple of flesh beneath the straining Lycra shorts.
A chuckle from the squat rack made her freeze mid-stride. "You gonna lift or just admire yourself all night?" The voice was teasing but not unkind. Janine turned to see a wiry young woman in a cropped tank top loading weights onto a barbell. Dark eyes flicked over Janine's body before settling on her face with playful challenge.
Janine felt heat crawl up her neck—not just from embarrassment, but something warmer, sharper. "Maybe I like being admired," she shot back, surprised at her own boldness. The girl's grin widened as she wiped sweat from her brow with the hem of her shirt, exposing taut abs. "Then admire this," she said, effortlessly pressing the barbell overhead.
The next hour passed in a blur of exertion and stolen glances. Janine caught the stranger—Lena, she'd introduced herself—watching her struggle with the hip thrust machine, thighs trembling under the weight. When Lena casually adjusted Janine's form, hands lingering just a second too long on her sweat-slick hips, the older woman nearly forgot how to breathe.
Shower steam clung to the tiles when Janine finally staggered into the changing room, muscles singing. She peeled off her sodden clothes with a groan, relishing the cool air on her overheated skin. The mirror fogged at the edges, framing her flushed reflection like some Renaissance painting of decadence—rolls glistening, sports bra indents marking her flesh.
The first touch came as she bent to retrieve her shampoo—fingers skating up the back of her thigh. "Christ, you're juicy," Lena murmured against her damp shoulder blade, the words vibrating through Janine's spine. Before she could straighten, a knee pressed between hers from behind, spreading her stance wider. Calloused palms mapped the swell of her stomach, squeezing appreciatively. "All this work and you're still so soft. Perfect."
Janine's protest died as Lena's teeth grazed her earlobe. The bench dug into her knees when she was shoved forward, the younger woman's lithe strength undeniable. A startled yelp escaped as her wrists were yanked behind her back—not with rope, but with the elastic waistband of her own discarded shorts, knotted tight enough to make her pulse throb against the fabric. "Keep those pretty thighs open," Lena commanded, punctuating the order with a sharp slap to Janine's inner thigh that left the muscle twitching.
The gag came next: balled-up socks still damp from her sneakers, the sour tang of her own workout clinging to her tongue when they were shoved past her lips. Janine moaned around the cotton, hips lifting instinctively as Lena's nails traced the crease where her thighs met her ass. "That's it, show me how bad you want it." The whisper was hot against her nape just before Lena's weight vanished.
Janine strained against the makeshift restraints, the bench squeaking under her shifting bulk. Fluorescent lights buzzed overhead, flickering across the discarded Lycra tangled around her ankles. Then—the unmistakable press of lips against her instep. Lena's tongue dragged slowly along the arch, savoring the salt gathered in the grooves of her skin. Janine whimpered, toes curling as teeth grazed a callus.
"Fuck, you taste like victory," Lena groaned, kneading the meaty pad of Janine's sole with both thumbs. The older woman's back arched when a wet tongue plunged between her toes, swirling in the webbing with obscene precision. Her thighs trembled, sticky with drying sweat, as Lena sucked each digit into her mouth with lewd pops.
Janine's muffled cries vibrated through the sock gag when sharp nails raked down her sensitive arches. The bench rattled as she squirmed, her engorged clit rubbing against the vinyl with every desperate grind. Lena's laughter was dark against her skin. "You gonna come just from this? Disgusting." The insult sent fresh heat pooling between Janine's spread thighs.
Cool air hit her soles abruptly when Lena pulled away—Janine whimpered at the loss, her body lifting shamelessly toward retreating touch. Metal clinked near her head. She turned just in time to see Lena uncapping a water bottle with her teeth before pouring a shockingly cold stream directly onto Janine's upturned feet. The droplets traced the curves of her ankles, mingling with sweat as they dripped onto the tile below.
"Look at you," Lena murmured, tracing the arch of one foot with the bottle's rim. Janine's toes curled instinctively, but Lena pinned them flat with her free hand, exposing the pink, tender skin beneath. "All this desperate squirming like a pig at slaughter." The words should have stung. Instead, Janine's hips jerked, her muffled moan vibrating around the socks as Lena's tongue followed the water's path with agonizing slowness.
The younger woman's breath ghosted hot over slick skin when she leaned close. "Bet you'd scream if I bit you here." Teeth sank into the cushiony pad of Janine's heel—not hard enough to break skin, but enough to make her back bow off the bench. Lena chuckled darkly, lapping at the indentations left behind. "Filthy. You're loving this."
Janine's thighs quivered, the vinyl bench squeaking beneath her shifting weight. Every exhale through her nose came rough and ragged, fogging the mirror inches from her face. Her reflection stared back—wild-eyed, flushed, spit-slick socks bulging between parted lips. Lena's fingers suddenly twisted cruel in her hair, yanking her head back to expose the frantic pulse in her throat. "Watch," she commanded, pressing Janine's sole flat against the mirror. The glass chilled her overheated skin, fogging where her toes splayed.
Lena's tongue dragged up the arch with deliberate slowness, leaving a glistening trail that Janine watched drip downward in the mirror's reflection. Her hips jerked involuntarily, the bench legs scraping against tile. The younger woman's free hand slid between Janine's thighs with a wet sound, fingers circling her swollen clit with mocking precision. "Dripping through your own knots," Lena tutted, painting lewd patterns in the condensation with Janine's big toe. "Pathetic."
A startled gasp escaped around the sock gag when Lena suddenly bit down on the fleshy mound beneath Janine's pinky toe—sharp enough to make her vision blur. The pain melted into pleasure as Lena soothed the spot with her tongue, humming against damp skin. Janine's thighs shook, her cunt pulsing around nothing as Lena's fingers teased her entrance without penetrating. "You'd beg if you could talk, wouldn't you?" Lena murmured, dragging her teeth along the sensitive inner arch.
The squeak of sneakers on tile echoed as Lena shifted positions, her muscular thighs bracketing Janine's head. The older woman's nostrils flared at the musky scent radiating from Lena's spandex shorts, the fabric strained tight over her mound. A choked moan vibrated through Janine's gag when Lena ground down against her face, the heat and sweat palpable even through the fabric. "Breathe me in," Lena commanded, fingers tightening in Janine's hair as she rolled her hips in slow, deliberate circles.
Janine's eyes watered as she inhaled deeply, the salt-sweet tang of Lena's arousal flooding her senses. Her bound hands strained uselessly behind her back, fingers twitching with the desire to grab handfuls of Lena's ass. The younger woman laughed—a dark, breathy sound—and peeled her shorts aside just enough to reveal slick folds glistening under the fluorescent lights. "Look at you," she murmured, pressing Janine's nose into her damp curls. "Starving for it." The you ger woman grinned. “But if yiu want to taste this youd better work for it. Sweat. Perk your body up. Same time tomorrow sweetie. Same Bat channel, same Bat time.”
Wiith that Lena turned and walked out of the changing room, leaving the olde woman naked, tied up, gagged, and listing for the you ger woman in every way.”
The neon sign buzzed overhead, casting a sickly green glow across the gym's deserted parking lot. Janine's sports bra was already soaked through before she even made it to the front doors.
She'd learned long ago that people either stared at her damp stretch marks or pretended not to see her at all—both reactions stung in different ways. Tonight, the 24-hour facility was nearly empty. Good. Less witnesses for what came next.
The rubber soles of her trainers squeaked against the linoleum as she made her way toward the free weights. Her reflection in the floor-to-ceiling mirrors betrayed the exhaustion in her slumped shoulders—that, and the way her thighs jiggled slightly with each step. There was something almost hypnotic about watching the ripple of flesh beneath the straining Lycra shorts.
A chuckle from the squat rack made her freeze mid-stride. "You gonna lift or just admire yourself all night?" The voice was teasing but not unkind. Janine turned to see a wiry young woman in a cropped tank top loading weights onto a barbell. Dark eyes flicked over Janine's body before settling on her face with playful challenge.
Janine felt heat crawl up her neck—not just from embarrassment, but something warmer, sharper. "Maybe I like being admired," she shot back, surprised at her own boldness. The girl's grin widened as she wiped sweat from her brow with the hem of her shirt, exposing taut abs. "Then admire this," she said, effortlessly pressing the barbell overhead.
The next hour passed in a blur of exertion and stolen glances. Janine caught the stranger—Lena, she'd introduced herself—watching her struggle with the hip thrust machine, thighs trembling under the weight. When Lena casually adjusted Janine's form, hands lingering just a second too long on her sweat-slick hips, the older woman nearly forgot how to breathe.
Shower steam clung to the tiles when Janine finally staggered into the changing room, muscles singing. She peeled off her sodden clothes with a groan, relishing the cool air on her overheated skin. The mirror fogged at the edges, framing her flushed reflection like some Renaissance painting of decadence—rolls glistening, sports bra indents marking her flesh.
The first touch came as she bent to retrieve her shampoo—fingers skating up the back of her thigh. "Christ, you're juicy," Lena murmured against her damp shoulder blade, the words vibrating through Janine's spine. Before she could straighten, a knee pressed between hers from behind, spreading her stance wider. Calloused palms mapped the swell of her stomach, squeezing appreciatively. "All this work and you're still so soft. Perfect."
Janine's protest died as Lena's teeth grazed her earlobe. The bench dug into her knees when she was shoved forward, the younger woman's lithe strength undeniable. A startled yelp escaped as her wrists were yanked behind her back—not with rope, but with the elastic waistband of her own discarded shorts, knotted tight enough to make her pulse throb against the fabric. "Keep those pretty thighs open," Lena commanded, punctuating the order with a sharp slap to Janine's inner thigh that left the muscle twitching.
The gag came next: balled-up socks still damp from her sneakers, the sour tang of her own workout clinging to her tongue when they were shoved past her lips. Janine moaned around the cotton, hips lifting instinctively as Lena's nails traced the crease where her thighs met her ass. "That's it, show me how bad you want it." The whisper was hot against her nape just before Lena's weight vanished.
Janine strained against the makeshift restraints, the bench squeaking under her shifting bulk. Fluorescent lights buzzed overhead, flickering across the discarded Lycra tangled around her ankles. Then—the unmistakable press of lips against her instep. Lena's tongue dragged slowly along the arch, savoring the salt gathered in the grooves of her skin. Janine whimpered, toes curling as teeth grazed a callus.
"Fuck, you taste like victory," Lena groaned, kneading the meaty pad of Janine's sole with both thumbs. The older woman's back arched when a wet tongue plunged between her toes, swirling in the webbing with obscene precision. Her thighs trembled, sticky with drying sweat, as Lena sucked each digit into her mouth with lewd pops.
Janine's muffled cries vibrated through the sock gag when sharp nails raked down her sensitive arches. The bench rattled as she squirmed, her engorged clit rubbing against the vinyl with every desperate grind. Lena's laughter was dark against her skin. "You gonna come just from this? Disgusting." The insult sent fresh heat pooling between Janine's spread thighs.
Cool air hit her soles abruptly when Lena pulled away—Janine whimpered at the loss, her body lifting shamelessly toward retreating touch. Metal clinked near her head. She turned just in time to see Lena uncapping a water bottle with her teeth before pouring a shockingly cold stream directly onto Janine's upturned feet. The droplets traced the curves of her ankles, mingling with sweat as they dripped onto the tile below.
"Look at you," Lena murmured, tracing the arch of one foot with the bottle's rim. Janine's toes curled instinctively, but Lena pinned them flat with her free hand, exposing the pink, tender skin beneath. "All this desperate squirming like a pig at slaughter." The words should have stung. Instead, Janine's hips jerked, her muffled moan vibrating around the socks as Lena's tongue followed the water's path with agonizing slowness.
The younger woman's breath ghosted hot over slick skin when she leaned close. "Bet you'd scream if I bit you here." Teeth sank into the cushiony pad of Janine's heel—not hard enough to break skin, but enough to make her back bow off the bench. Lena chuckled darkly, lapping at the indentations left behind. "Filthy. You're loving this."
Janine's thighs quivered, the vinyl bench squeaking beneath her shifting weight. Every exhale through her nose came rough and ragged, fogging the mirror inches from her face. Her reflection stared back—wild-eyed, flushed, spit-slick socks bulging between parted lips. Lena's fingers suddenly twisted cruel in her hair, yanking her head back to expose the frantic pulse in her throat. "Watch," she commanded, pressing Janine's sole flat against the mirror. The glass chilled her overheated skin, fogging where her toes splayed.
Lena's tongue dragged up the arch with deliberate slowness, leaving a glistening trail that Janine watched drip downward in the mirror's reflection. Her hips jerked involuntarily, the bench legs scraping against tile. The younger woman's free hand slid between Janine's thighs with a wet sound, fingers circling her swollen clit with mocking precision. "Dripping through your own knots," Lena tutted, painting lewd patterns in the condensation with Janine's big toe. "Pathetic."
A startled gasp escaped around the sock gag when Lena suddenly bit down on the fleshy mound beneath Janine's pinky toe—sharp enough to make her vision blur. The pain melted into pleasure as Lena soothed the spot with her tongue, humming against damp skin. Janine's thighs shook, her cunt pulsing around nothing as Lena's fingers teased her entrance without penetrating. "You'd beg if you could talk, wouldn't you?" Lena murmured, dragging her teeth along the sensitive inner arch.
The squeak of sneakers on tile echoed as Lena shifted positions, her muscular thighs bracketing Janine's head. The older woman's nostrils flared at the musky scent radiating from Lena's spandex shorts, the fabric strained tight over her mound. A choked moan vibrated through Janine's gag when Lena ground down against her face, the heat and sweat palpable even through the fabric. "Breathe me in," Lena commanded, fingers tightening in Janine's hair as she rolled her hips in slow, deliberate circles.
Janine's eyes watered as she inhaled deeply, the salt-sweet tang of Lena's arousal flooding her senses. Her bound hands strained uselessly behind her back, fingers twitching with the desire to grab handfuls of Lena's ass. The younger woman laughed—a dark, breathy sound—and peeled her shorts aside just enough to reveal slick folds glistening under the fluorescent lights. "Look at you," she murmured, pressing Janine's nose into her damp curls. "Starving for it." The you ger woman grinned. “But if yiu want to taste this youd better work for it. Sweat. Perk your body up. Same time tomorrow sweetie. Same Bat channel, same Bat time.”
Wiith that Lena turned and walked out of the changing room, leaving the olde woman naked, tied up, gagged, and listing for the you ger woman in every way.”