The next day, I was anxious. It was less than 24 hours since Rachel and I had had what I thought was a great time. I was pretty sure she’d had half a dozen orgasms in our weight room sexcapades. We’d agreed to meet again at the park gym, “same time same place tomorrow”.. but we hadn’t exchanged numbers!

I’d realized my dumb mistake as soon as her front door closed behind me. Believe me, I spent the night Googling and Facebooking and LinkedIn-ing her in a vain hope to track her down – but no luck. There are far too many Rachels and Rachaels in Chicago, and I didn’t know her last name or really anything about her – well, apart from every inch of her smooth skin and luscious muscle tone.

All that was left for me was to turn up, “same time same place”. Lucky my boss was out of town and wasn’t there to notice me leave work early. I left my shirt in my car and jogged shirtless to the workout station in just my blue running shorts, getting to the workout station at 3:45. There was no Rachel, but there were half a dozen other men already using the equipment. Not my favorite.

But I was here, and it wouldn’t hurt to get some pump on my muscles before Rachel saw me next. I started with chest dips: I took turns on the parallel bars, working in with a bull of a man: only 5’6″ but built like a truck. I started to feel insecure about my own muscle size – Rachel could have her pick of any of the park workout bros any day of the week. Maybe she does. I tried to put that thought out of my mind as I put some burn on my pecs and triceps. It felt good to stretch them out after that personal best bench press yesterday.. and now my mind was drifting to Rachel’s mouth wrapped around my bulging cock as I pressed 315lb..

Oh no! Stop thinking of that, Tim. You do not want a raging hard-on in a public park. Settle down. Drink some water.

I moved from parallel bar chest dips to the rings: it’s always a good challenge to do muscle-ups on rings, it works the core hard. I did eight in a row, paused for 30 seconds, then started another set of eight.

As I was in the middle of my presses, the other shirtless workout dudes turned their attention elsewhere. All of their eyes headed in the same direction, I even heard one low “Daaaamn.”

I continued with my set past eight presses. I had a good rhythm, I felt strong.. and I had a feeling that it was Rachel they were staring at. I kept going – better to be seen working hard.

I squeezed out a 13th muscle ups, jumped down, and turned around to see what the fuss was about.

It was indeed Rachel. A total bombshell, a fitness model straight out of a magazine. She was walking through the park, straight towards the exercise station. From 40 feet away I saw her blonde hair tied back meaning business, a black gym bag slung over her shoulder, and the bag strap bisecting a pink sports bra that held her B-cup boobs. Her right arm was bent to hold the bag’s strap, revealing a hint of shape in her bicep and tricep.

Below that, Rachel’s heavenly six pack of was proudly on display, and pink leggings both matched the sports bra and hugged her strong glutes.

Her abs and hips sashayed as she walked straight towards me, ignoring the other workout dudes. She called my name, “Tim!” I stammered, “Hey Rachel.”

She lifted her bag strap over her head, dumped it on the ground, and pressed her body into mine, planting a long kiss on my lips in one single motion. I moved my hand into the small of Rachel’s back, picked her up, and held her aloft so we could kiss at the same height. After a seeming eternity, we broke the kiss and she jumped down from me.

“Glad you came,” Rachel said.

“Likewise. I forgot to ask you for your number.”

“Don’t be so sure I’ll give it to you,” she said with a grin.

I grinned back. “What’s in the bag?”

“Resistance bands, a water bottle, protein bar, tank top.”

“You actually own a tank top? I thought you only ever wore sports bras.”

“I was just at the supermarket and needed to cover up just a little. The air conditioning there turns my upper body into Braille.”

Now that was a thought.

She continued, “Plus for all I know, you don’t own a shirt either.”

Touché. I leaned in close to her ear and whispered, “For all I know, you don’t own any panties.”

She smiled at that one. “Wanna do some two-person exercises?”

Rachel and I started with pull-ups. Hanging from the same bar facing each other, we maintained the same rhythm: with every rep, our lips met for a kiss above the bar. The sky was clear, the air was warm, our bodies were working, and our lats were pumping and flexing in the sun. Between each set, I noticed our biceps getting more defined. Rachel’s lean arms complemented her toned abs.

After three sets of that, Rachel had a challenge. “I want you to do a pull-up with me hanging off you.”

“Add your whole bodyweight to a pull-up?” I was skeptical. “Is it polite to ask what you weigh?”

“118. And 21% body fat, I think. That could be lower.”

“Fishing for Ankara bayan escort compliments, are we?”

“Just stating facts.” I was getting a sense of Rachel’s drive.

“I can’t promise strongman greatness, but I won’t say no to you climbing all over me.

Rachel stood behind me, put her arms under mine and grabbed me the shoulders. “Jump up together and you grab the bar on three. One, two..”

We jumped up together, but I lost both my grip and my balance. I fell on top of Rachel as we crashed into a heap on the bark surface.

I stood up, helped her up, and we dusted ourselves off. That turned into dusting each other off:

“There’s a bit of bark on your shorts, let me get it.” Rachel lingered her hand and traced her fingers along my hamstrings longer than needed.

I countered: “Oh, I see a bit of bark on your yoga pants.” I reached around and my open hand copped a feel of one firm glute muscle through the pink spandex, then another. “Never mind, it’s gone now,” I said with a wink.

“Try that pull-up again?”

“Let me hang from the bar first, then you try to grab onto me.”

I jumped up to the bar and got to a dead hang. Rachel’s arms wrapped around my waist, her hands fondling my abs in the process. She pressed her B-cup tits into the small of my back. Holding tight, she lifted her feet off the ground and I took her weight.

I unlocked my elbows and strained mightily, tensing my arms, my lats, my shoulders, my abs, my whole body. Bit by bit, I lifted both of us higher as Rachel squeezed her torso into my midsection.

My chin cleared the bar! I just did a pull-up with 118lb of added weight! Whoa! I came down in a controlled descent, let Rachel’s feet find the ground, and let go of the bar. The other shirtless workout dudes gave us a smattering of applause.

Rachel beamed at me. “Holy fucking shit babe, what a beast!”

Someone else butted in. “Wanna ride me while I do pull-ups?” That came from the 5’6″ super-built guy I’d seen earlier, when we were both doing chest dips.

Rachel beamed at him. Oh no. “If you can handle me.”

“I’ll jump up and you jump my bones. My name’s Dean.”

“Real subtle. I’m Rachel.”

Dean jumped up to grip the bar. His lat spread was enormous, his traps bulged like footballs. His shorter arms meant he probably could do pull-ups for days.

Rachel jumped up, reached under Dean’s arms, and grabbed his shoulders. In the process, her grip slipped and she ended up feeling up his chest.

“Nice pecs, Dean. What do you bench?”

“315. Just like my package. Three inches wide, 15 inches long.”

315 pounds. The memory of yesterday’s bench press with Rachel wrapped around my penis gave me a quarter-chub.

Rachel was skeptical. “Let’s see if you can back up that talk.”

“Here we go!” Dean started to strain his arms, pushed his legs slightly backward, then swung forward. He just cleared the bar with Rachel on his back, then did the same again twice more.

I smiled. I knew how Rachel felt about anything other than strict pull-up technique.

“Kipping, Dean? Haven’t got a real pull-up in you?”

“What? Those are real pull-ups!”

“Not in my book. To think, if you’d done the exercise for real I might have slept with you. But now you’ll never get to see these abs flex as I ride your dick.” Rachel stood statuesque as she looked down to Dean’s crotch. “Which honestly looks less 3 & 15 and more 3.15 inches.”

The other guys winced at Dean.

“Whatever. I didn’t want to sleep with you anyway, you’re ugly.”

Rachel stood tall. A pretty face, blonde ponytail, popping abs, tight booty, toned arms. All she said was: “We both know that’s a lie.”

Burn! Dean had no comeback to that. He turned around and walked out of sight.

I was stunned. “Damn, Rachel. Remind me not to get on your bad side.”

“Don’t get on my bad side,” she grinned. “Let’s keep going before we lose the pump in our muscles.”

In our next couples workout, I held Rachel’s feet to the ground: I did push-ups while Rachel did Russian twists. This classic side-to-side ab workout meant I got to see her midsection flex and contort in all its glory. I kept my own core and glutes tight as I did 40 push-ups while admiring the view.

We swapped places: I did twists while Rachel did push-ups. I was distracted.

“Proper form, Tim! You should be looking side to side. Stop looking down my top!

Rachel’s push-up stance gave me a great view of cleavage: her pink sports bra highlighted not only her B-cup breasts but toned pec muscles that were working hard with every rep.

“This is the Russian twist, Chicago style. Keep your head level and stare straight forward into your workout partner’s boobs I mean eyes I mean boobs.”

“Good comeback. I’ll allow it.”

After a few more sets of the push-up/Russian twist combo, we did resistance band work: kneeling crunches, side twists, woodchops – all sorts of angles to work our abs. The weather was sunny with just a light Escort bayan Ankara breeze, and it felt so good to feel the warmth on our skin as we showed off our muscles to the park.

Our last exercise was spooning hanging leg raises: we both hung from the same bar, my front pressed against her back, and we raised our legs at the same time to crunch our abs.

Rachel used a wide grip and I used a narrow grip, so my pecs were up against the smooth skin of the small of her back, and my quads pressed against her hamstrings as we raised our legs in unison to crunch our core.

This also meant my dick pressed against her hot pink yoga pants. My cock was stirring.. not yet fully hard but on the way to the danger zone given we were in a public park.

We kept the leg raises going, our abdominals burning as we both kept our balance and crunched our midsections. Rachel started breathing shallower as I felt her grind her ass against my dick. Bit by bit she got me harder. Her breathing got even more rapid as she let out a little straining noise. We were working our abs hard.

Nine reps, ten reps: our abs were on fire. Me straining more than her probably. Eleven, twelve.. my arms were starting to give way. I had worked them very hard with those pull-ups. Rachel’s breathing got even shallower, she whimpered, and her whole body went stiff as she scrunched her eyes and bit down hard on her lip.. then her body shuddered for a few seconds as she held her legs aloft.

Rachel swung forward and let go of the bar. I dropped to the ground too. She whispered into my ear: “That was a coregasm.”

Her first outdoor coregasm! She’d talked about that yesterday. I was getting hornier by the second.

I whispered back: “You think you’ve got more orgasms in you this afternoon?”

Rachel checked out my crotch. “With that thing? Hell yeah.”

I was visibly hard in a public park with nowhere to hide. Rachel’s nips were showing. Time to scoot. “Let’s go.”

Once again we ran through Lake View and Lincoln Park to Rachel’s apartment, and once again I got a prime view of Rachel’s toned glutes and hamstrings, encased enticingly in pink spandex. I couldn’t wait to rip them off her.

We flew up the two flights of stairs to her apartment and got inside her front door. Rachel grabbed me by the wrist and led me straight through her bedroom door – no gym sexcapades this time, it seemed. She pushed me against the wall and attacked my mouth with her own.

I returned the kiss, we were hungry for each other. Our hands roamed desperately over each other’s bodies like teenagers – she moaned, I grunted, she rubbed her hands over my lats and traps, then my hips and hamstrings and ass. I did the same: Rachel’s skin was smooth and tanned and supple, with a pink sports bra strap interrupting the nice definition of her back muscles. Her waist was smooth and shapely.

My hands grabbed the waistband of her hot pink yoga pants and I pulled them down, tracing my lips down the front of her body over her neck, cleavage and abs. Again, Rachel wasn’t wearing panties. I got the pant legs to her feet, and in a tangle of spandex and shoes, we awkwardly kicked and pulled to get it all off her person.

That task accomplished, my mouth dived straight for her pussy, framed by neatly trimmed hair. My hands grabbed her hips and my lips locked onto her smaller lips – normally I’d take my time with foreplay, but we’d been hot and heavy since the park. Rachel didn’t seem to mind: she took one hand and pressed my head into her snatch, running fingers through my hair.

Out the corner of my eye, I saw her other hand was under her sports bra, tweaking her nipples. I kept going: my lips made a seal around her labia. Every time my tongue occasionally touched her delicate clit, Rachel let out a moan of pleasure. I increased the pace, flicking her sensitive nerve back and forth. She cried out “Aahhaaaahhahhaaa!!!!

I grabbed and kneaded her bubble butt of solid muscle. Her body shuddered as I kept up the pace on her clitoris, one hand of mine roamed to her lower back and down her glute to her inner thigh..

“OHHH FUUUUCK!” Rachel was in the throes of a dynamite orgasm and I could feel her knees wobble. As the waves crashed over her, she lost her balance and started tipping backward: I stood up quickly, stuck my right arm out, and caught her one-handed as she fell away from me.

She got herself steady on her feet. In my embrace, she threw her arms around my back and attacked my face with her lips, leading to hot, wet, passionate kissing.

We broke away, she roughly grabbed my lats, dug her fingers in, and spun both of us around. She pushed me the six feet to her king bed and shoved me onto the mattress on my back. Rachel ravenously grabbed the waistband of my blue running shorts, and my boxer briefs with them, and pulled them both clean over my shoes.

“Fuck it, no time.” The shoes were staying on, it seemed. My cock had never been so hard and my cock is exactly what Rachel Bayan escort Ankara wanted.

She mounted me cowgirl style.. inch by inch she opened her slick wet vagina to take my sizeable penis. After a few moments, she had all nine inches inside her, and she began to grind slowly.

“Oh my fucking god Tim, I have been thinking about this cock all day. MHMM!”

“I have been thinking about every part of you all day, although right now your midsection is top of mind.”

Rachel’s abs were glistening, and writhing, and twisting, and flexing right in front of me. I had a front row seat to six-pack perfection. No, eight-pack perfection. The fact that she still had her sports bra on made it all the hotter: her core was my focus of attention.

I reached my hands out, gripped her hips with my fingers and massaged two abs at a time with my thumbs. They were solid slabs of muscle and felt heavenly.

“Oh my word, riding a big dick _and_ getting an ab massage? I couldn’t ask for more.”

“I am here to serve you, my fitness goddess. If my tongue could reach those abs right now, I would.”

I dug in even harder in my massage. I’m no professional therapist, and I was a little distracted with Rachel riding my bulging member, but I did my best to give her the right amount of pressure.

“Ugggghh, this is so good,” she moaned. “I go for massages but no one ever works the abs. I ask for it and they say no!”

“How could anyone say no? Man, woman, straight, gay, bi, they should be paying you for the privilege!”

“Now there’s a thought.”

Rachel continued grinding. Impaled on my pole, she was rubbing her clit against my stomach. She leaned forward and planted her hands on my pecs, tweaking my nipples just a little. Rachel’s own nipples were still hidden behind that pink sports bra, though their shape was definitely on visible through the fabric.

Rachel moved her hands to my abs as she kept bobbing. She did the same massaging I was doing to her.

“You’ve got nice abs yourself,” Rachel said.

“Not compared to you.”

“Sure, but you could get there. I could help you. I’ve been looking for a training buddy.” Rachel kept one hand feeling my abs and moved the other to tickle my balls and perineum.

Ooh, that felt very nice. “You don’t want a bodybuilder for that?”

“Why train with someone who’s already a bodybuilder when we can become bodybuilders together?”

On that question, Rachel tensed her pussy walls and jerked me to the side: holy shit that felt good.

“We should do this,” she continued. “Push our bodies to the limit and take home trophies.”

“You probably have a room full of trophies for that banging body.”

“You’ve seen all the rooms in my apartment, and no I don’t. But I want to. Do it with me.”

Rachel redoubled her grinding on my dick, lying down on me and rubbing her clit against my skin. I moved my hands to massage her glutes: well, less massage and more groping.

After a minute she sat up and finally pulled her sports bra off: two pretty perky nipples on B-cups, which sat over defined pecs, which framed her divine 8-pack abs. Rachel grabbed her nipples with one hand and my abs with the other, and her bobbing up and down on my dick got faster and faster.

I fondled her abs – just fingertips at this point, there was no way I could do anything more there. She grabbed onto the skin of my midsection: more fat than I would like, I thought in that moment. Her own nipple tweaking intensified, her powerful thighs kept pumping her booty up and down, and her rhythm got faster and faster.

Suddenly, she let out a primal grunt: “AAUUGHHAUGH!!” – and her whole body quivered. She swiveled her pelvis over my cock to reach every corner of her insides, her pussy gushed out fluid all over the bed and me, then Rachel promptly fell limp on top of me, her tits resting against my abs.

I still hadn’t come and a wild urge came over me. I picked her up by the torso like a rag doll, my cock still hard inside her, and shoved her into missionary position, keeping penetration the whole time.

I began pumping – slow at first, since Rachel had just come something heavy, but when she wrapped her strong legs around me, defined thighs trapping my lower back, I knew she wanted me to go harder and faster.

I picked up the pace and began fucking her silly, slamming into her deepest parts like there was no tomorrow. I impaled Rachel over and over, with each stroke withdrawing nearly all my nine inches before driving back inside her. She let out a yelp with every pounding, I got faster and faster, and we experienced simultaneous orgasms: Rachel’s fourth in an hour. I spurted huge wads of cum inside Rachel’s beautiful slick pussy as her quads tensed, muscle definition showing. Her abs shuddered and tensed as the orgasmic waves rolled over her.

My whole body went limp on top of her, then I withdrew and rolled over. The bed was a complete mess of pussy juice and jizz – the result of an afternoon well spent!

And we were both well spent.

“Oh my fucking god,” we both said at the same time. We laughed, and Rachel said “Jinx, buy me a Coke. Well, not a Coke, I don’t drink that shit.”

I did drink Coke, so that could explain some body fat differences between Rachel and me. “Did you really mean that about us becoming bodybuilders?”