Missy's Demeanour

Missy struggled to find the power of speech as she resurfaced. "Please," she whimpered. "Please close it."

Anna-Maria leaned over and kissed her tenderly on the lips. "Relax," she whispered. "The store closed twenty minutes ago. We're alone."

Fifteen minutes later Missy sat in the back of the store drinking coffee with Anna-Maria, her new purchases in a bag at her feet.

Missy looked at Anna-Maria "That was a pretty mean thing to do, letting me think we could be caught" The playful smile on her lips robbed the accusation of any real spite. Her pussy was still tingling in remembrance of the amazing orgasm she had experienced at the other woman's hands, and she still couldn't quite believe what had happened. It felt surreal to be sat casually chatting and drinking coffee with a woman who only minutes before had made her come with an intensity she had never experienced before.

"Oh come on," protested Anna-Maria. "You came harder than anything I've ever seen before. I thought you were going to pass out! And, might I add, it wasn't until after I had opened the curtain. Face it, the thought of people watching you gets excites you."

"Oh, and you'd be the expert I suppose?" replied Missy. "Tell me, do you make a habit of molesting your customers in the dressing room?"

Anna-Maria chuckled, leaned forward and said, "Only the ones I catch fingering themselves in said dressing rooms."

Missy blushed; she had no answer to that. She stared at Anna-Maria for a moment and then they both burst into laughter.

They chatted for a while about all the usual stuff. Sex, jobs, hobbies, dreams and aspirations, sex again. Anna-Maria had moved to the area around five years ago with her extended family. Work in the sports store was a stop-gap while she saved enough cash to put herself through school.

Missy was considering telling her about the job interview when her phone went off. She bent down, rummaged through her bags and grabbed it, quickly thumbing in her passcode and looking at the screen. It was a text from Alex, her CrossFit trainer.

"Sorry Missy. We'll have to reschedule tomorrow. Problems with the water supply at the gym, the whole place is crawling in contractors." She read.

"Fuck!" Missy swore under her breath.

"Problem?" enquired Anna-Maria over the top of her coffee mug.

"My CrossFit session tomorrow just got cancelled." She lamented. "Dammit, I was looking forward to that."

Anna-Maria's eyebrows rose as she finished the last of her coffee. "I may be able to help you there," she announced. "My cousin, Rob, has opened a gym near here. He's desperate for new clients and is offering introductory sessions for free. I know they do CrossFit there as well as a whole bunch of other stuff. You should call him; I know he'd be delighted to hear from you."

"Oh I'm not sure," replied Missy. "I kind of want to stick with what I know."

"Live a little!" exclaimed Anna-Maria. "You'll love him! In fact, I'm going to call him right now." She reached for her phone.

"Oh no, really," protested Missy. "There's no need, I'll just reschedule." but it was too late. Anna-Maria had already dialled.

"Rob, Hi," she said into the phone. "I have a friend here who's looking for a new place to work out. She's into CrossFit, can you help her?"

Missy was a little overwhelmed by the pace of events, and could only listen as Anna-Maria chatted to her cousin on the phone. Given what had just happened in the dressing room, she couldn't help but wonder what she was getting herself into here. A small part of her was noticeably excited at the prospect of once again venturing into the unknown. When she found herself daydreaming about how she would look wearing her new gear in a gym full of strangers she knew that she was probably going to take Anna-Maria up on her offer.

Missy let go a deep breath that she hadn't realised was being held. "Admit it. You're a bad girl." The thought was disturbing, exciting, and liberating.

"He wants to speak to you." Missy was jolted back to reality as she realised the phone was being offered to her. Anna-Maria covered the mouthpiece, and with an exaggerated whisper announced "He's Australian, you might have trouble understanding what he says. If in doubt, just say 'No worries'."

The phone was thrust into Missy's hand before she had a chance to respond. She took a deep breath, put it to her ear and said. "Hello?"

"G'day Missy, name's Rob" came the response. "You need a CrossFit session I'm told." The male voice was unhurried and deep. "I'm starting up a Gym downtown, Anna-Maria probably told you. You're welcome to come along for a session if you'd like. Let's see how we get along. Tomorrow morning Ok? First session free of charge. There'll be some other folks there too"

"Ok, sounds good," replied Missy, feeling anything but good. Butterflies were doing somersaults in her stomach. Rob gave her directions and they agreed on a time.

Missy said her goodbyes to Anna-Maria and went home.

The next morning came soon enough and as Missy got ready for her visit to the new gym she stood naked in the bedroom and contemplated what to wear. A pair of red panties that were more lace than panty dangled from her hand as she pursed her lips in indecision. The new gear she had purchased yesterday was a forgone conclusion; the only decision left to make was whether she was brave enough to forgo panties and enjoy the thrill of working out without them in a gym full of complete strangers. Missy admired herself in the mirror as she imagined in her mind's eye how she would look. Decision made, she casually flicked the panties across the room and donned her new attire without them. The leggings showed off the curve of her ass to delicious effect without being overly obvious, and the tank-top only served to accentuate her curves over the new sports bra. Missy threw on a pair of sweatpants and top and left the house. She had to admit to herself, she was excited and nervous about this in equal measure.

A short cab ride later Missy arrived at the address Rob had given her. It was in a business park on the outskirts of town that had clearly seen better days. From the outside, the gym's three storeys looked nondescript. Missy guessed it used to be a warehouse of some description. The windows were blacked out, and the red-brick facia was discoloured with the dirt and grime that blatantly gave away the building's age. The only thing that distinguished it from any of the disused buildings thereabouts was the large advertising banner over the front door, obviously new, and emblazoned with the name of the gym. It felt more like she was going to an illegal warehouse party than anything else. She located the front door and gingerly pushed her way in, finding herself in a foyer reminiscent of a seedy 30's speakeasy. If it weren't for the fact she could hear music blaring out from beyond the large double-doors in front of her, she would have fled.

Unsure whether to proceed, Missy hesitated. At that moment, the inner doors in front of her burst open, and a man strode out, wearing nothing but a pair of gym shorts.

He was tall, and didn't see her at first. His hair was short, black and wet; in fact he was wet all over. Rivulets of water poured off him as he entered the foyer and he was clearly angry about something. He had a towel in one hand and a phone tucked under his chin into which he spoke in a low dangerous voice, oblivious of Missy's presence.

"I'm not interested in what problems you're having. We've all got fucking problems. What I want to know is what you're going to do about it?" The Australian accent gave him away. This had to be Rob.

The man was straight out of a beachwear catalogue. Tanned, two days of stubble, intense blue eyes, and muscles where they had no right to be. Missy couldn't help but subtly cast an appraising eye, waiting for him to notice her. He had an impressive set of decorative tattoos that extended from the left side of his neck down across his shoulder and onto his chest and upper arm. His hands were huge, he could have encircled Missy's waist with them

His eyes flicked up, and Missy found herself staring directly into them. She tentatively raised a hand in welcome and mouthed "Hello."

"Just send someone over as soon as you can." He abruptly finished the call and looked at Missy.

"G'day." He grinned. "You'd be Missy?" He reached out a large hand and crushed hers in his grip. Water dripped as he gestured at himself. "The name's Rob. Sorry about the mess, burst water pipe. Come on through, let me show you around."

Missy followed him through the doors and found herself in what looked to be a large, high-ceilinged warehouse area. A metal staircase spiralled up to an open plan mezzanine floor on one side and a bank of climbing ropes dominated the far wall. The white brickwork walls were covered in framed prints of sport-related art. The floor area was dominated by exercise stations containing every conceivable type of apparatus and machinery. Exercise mats were strewn everywhere and rows of kettlebells,

Music was playing from some hidden PA system and Missy saw that there were around half a dozen other clients in. A few well-built guys were working out at various free weight stations, a guy was going at it on the rowing machine, and a couple of women were running on treadmills. Glancing up, Missy noticed that much of the ceiling was covered in Mirrors.

"Helps folks see what they're doing," explained Rob, following her gaze. "So, what do you think to the place?" he enquired.

"Looks great," replied Missy with a smile. "This place must have cost you a fortune. It's got everything."

"I was lucky enough to get a good investor," replied Rob. "It's been a dream of mine to open a place like this for ages."

Missy smiled at him again. "Where do we start?"

"Let's get you warmed up first," said Rob. "I'll partner with you today if you like, God knows I could do with blowing off some steam after the morning I've had." He finished drying himself as he spoke and casually threw the towel into a corner.

Truth be told, Missy was already feeling a little 'warmed-up'. This guy was hot.

They launched into an easy routine of light jogging and stretching. Rob moved comfortably and easily and Missy found herself relaxing in his presence as she concentrated on loosening up. Out of the corner of her eye she caught a couple of the other male clients flicking surreptitious glances in her direction from time to time. She was conscious of the fact that her quickening heart rate wasn't only caused by the exercising.

The workout progressed. Rob led her over to a vacant pull-up bar and Missy got into position underneath. He moved to stand behind her. She could feel his presence closely, and her eyes closed momentarily as she felt his large hands gently come to rest, one on each hip.

"Ready?" He murmured into her ear. Missy nodded.

His hands squeezed her hips tight as he effortlessly propelled her upward. She grabbed hold of the bar and started her reps. Robs left his hands lightly on her hips throughout, and gently eased her to the ground when she finished. She stood there panting after the exertion and he turned her around. "I'm not done with you yet," he said, and grinned at her. Missy's heart skipped a beat.

Over the next forty minutes or so, Rob worked her mercilessly. They moved from station to station as he put her through a punishing set of reps. He wasted no opportunity to get close to this gorgeous girl, subtly touching and positioning her as they moved from piece to piece, correcting her form when required, whispering words of encouragement as he made her work. He didn't fail to notice the lack of panty line under her leggings.

Missy was in heaven. A couple of the other clients in the gym had stopped what they were doing altogether and unashamedly watched as Rob led her around, putting her through her paces. She felt - on display, and loved it. The slight touches of her partner had been slowly stoking a fire within her.

Finally it was finished. Missy couldn't remember a time when she'd worked so hard. She stood, bent forward with hands on knees, fighting to catch her breath. Sweat was pouring off her. Rob threw her a towel. "Come on, let's get you relaxed. I'd say you've earned it."

"Relaxed?" Missy panted.

Rob pointed up to the mezzanine floor. "Up there; chill-out area." He ambled off in the direction of the staircase. Missy followed him wearily. There were still a couple of other clients in the gym and she made eye contact with a guy on the rowing machine as she passed. He winked at her and grinned.

The top of the staircase revealed an open-plan lounge area covered in plush carpet. A low set of railings ran around the perimeter, affording a vantage point for an onlooker to lean and watch the activities on the gym floor below. A mismatch of assorted weight benches and giant exercise balls served as furniture.

Rob dragged and positioned a long weight bench so its head was next to the railings. "Take a load off," he invited Missy, gesticulating.

Missy slumped down on to the bench. She gratefully accepted a bottle of water from Rob, took a long slug, and watched with interest as he fished in the pockets of his shorts and produced what looked like a small T.V remote.

"Everything in here is pretty much automatic. Watch," he said. He pointed the remote in the general direction of the entrance and pressed a button. The harsh fluorescent lighting above their immediate area dimmed noticeably.

"Cool eh?" he laughed, draped his towel around his neck, and sat down on the bench next to her. "Turn around," he ordered. "Straddle the bench, lean forward and rest your head on the railings there."

Missy did so. She could see straight down onto the gym floor below. The guy on the rowing machine was going at it hard. A girl was running on a treadmill and a couple more guys were chatting over by the climbing ropes. She liked it up here. There was a voyeuristic aspect to looking down and watching everyone else work out that appealed to her. She was about to say again to Rob how much she liked his place when the gentle pressure of his large hands trailing up her back and coming to rest on both her shoulders drove all coherent thought from her mind.

Rob straddled the bench and shuffled forward, riding pillion behind Missy, and deliberately started to work at the knots in her shoulders and neck. He leaned forward and muttered under his breath. "Is this Ok? I always think a good massage straight after a workout is the best thing since sliced bread." His fingers started to slowly move down her spine, kneading and probing at the muscles she'd been using so hard just a short time earlier.

It was more than Ok. Missy could feel the post-exercise tension flowing out of her in waves as Rob's magic fingers continued their work, and the fires of arousal which had been present ever since Rob had manhandled her around the gym were slowly and steadily building up.

"Rip my leggings off, bend me over this weight bench, and fuck me rigid right here in front of everybody," was what she wanted to say. A coy "it's nice," was what she actually said.

Robs fingers worked lower and lower, reaching the base of her spine, and then reversed direction and started travelling upwards again. They stopped at her waist and rested there a moment. Missy had half an eye on the people below, most of her attention was on the intense and pleasurable feelings Rob was bringing forth. His hands roamed back up to her shoulders and then started to travel down her arms. He squeezed his way down her biceps, onto her forearms and finally took her hands in his. Slowly, he guided her hands behind her and placed them onto his thighs.

Missy made no attempt to remove them.

Rob let his fingers wander around to her midriff and leaned forward. She felt his body pressing up against her back as he whispered in her ear. "Missy, I want to take your top off."

Missy held her breath. She wanted him to take her top off more than anything. Hell, she wanted him to take everything off. The question was; did she dare let him? There were people going about their everyday business not twenty feet away from her, albeit twenty feet away and below, and out of immediate sight. Her mind whirled with possibilities and potential repercussions. She didn't know this guy, although she was undeniably attracted to him. She didn't know any of the people below either. Perhaps that was an advantage? Her mind drifted back to the events with Anna-Maria the day before; she could feel her pussy getting wet, and she bit her bottom lip.

The decision was taken out of her hands. Rob reached forward, lifted up her knees and swivelled her around to face him. Her legs straddled his and she stared into his eyes.

"What are you doing?" she whispered.

"Anything I want to," he whispered right back at her, and without another word he crushed her to him and kissed her.

The kiss was hard and passionate. Rob's mouth engulfed Missy's and she surrendered to desire as his tongue probed and his lips mashed against hers. His arms folded around her and he squeezed her tightly against him. She locked her arms around his shoulders and returned the kiss with a fervour she had never known.

Rob slid his hands down and gripped Missy's waist. His fingers curled underneath the bottom of her tank top and took a firm grip, then slowly started to move upward. Missy's eyes widened.

"I told you," he growled. "I want to take this off." In one swift motion he pulled her top up and off over her head. Missy was riveted to the spot. With one hand Rob sent her top sailing over the railings. The other, he firmly planted on her right breast and squeezed. Missy was too far gone to notice the sound of the rowing machine downstairs had stopped.

Rob planted dozens of hot, electric little kisses over her face and neck before slowly moving his attention downward. He shuffled backward on the bench, pulling Missy towards him and then tenderly laid her down on her back. She stared upwards, captivated by her reflection in the ceiling mirrors as this man thoroughly and completely seduced her. If she titled her head back far enough, she could see the gym floor reflected in the mirrors. There was no-one there.

Rob moved up and over her before leaning forward and letting his full weight pin her to the bench. He kissed his way slowly down her neck and onto her cleavage, and then took the zipper of her sports bra between his teeth and slowly started to move downward.

It was as if time had slowed down for Missy. She could hear every tooth of the zipper pop open as Rob slowly undid her bra with his mouth. She writhed under him and her hands reached round to grip and knead his firm ass.

With a final flourish, Rob finished his oral undoing of Missy's bra. It fell open and she shrugged it off. Her breasts lay exposed before his gaze, nipples standing proud as he drank in the sight. Missy was too far gone in lust to care about consequences or think rationally anymore. He bent forward and clamped his lips around a nipple, tongue flicking back and forth over it. Missy gasped as jolts of pleasure hotwired themselves to her brain. Her hands ran over Rob's back and up into his hair as he shifted his attention from one nipple to the other, and then back again.

Rob sat up, reached under Missy and pulled her into an upright position against him. His mouth searched out hers as his hands slid down her back and into the waistband of her leggings. She groaned as his hands moved downward to cup the cheeks of her ass, and groaned again as they squeezed hard.

"Forget to wear panties today did we?" murmured Rob.

"I did it on purpose," was the breathless reply. It was the first time she'd ever told anyone that she liked to do that.