Head at the Gym

Sorry about missing last week. The situation at the MIami airport delayed my travel until Monday due to cancelled flights. Enjoy.

There is a newer phenomenon occurring around this great country. The advent of social media coupled with smart phones is leading to newer and quicker ways of getting laid. This is one such story based upon the use of an iPhone app called Loopt. If you have never used this app or heard of it, it gives your approximate location, but not so close people could find your house or wherever you were, and gives some information about you that you input and allow others to see. You can then send them a message and they can in turn respond. People use it to meet other people. Of course college-aged people use it to get laid, which is exactly why I have it.

I have had this app for a while and it had not led to much more than simple chatting with others. I did get to email one girl for a while, but she never sent her phone number or anything else and it ended because she said that I would not take her seriously. I would not have taken her seriously because she thought she was going to move to New York, model, and rake in the cash even though she was not very cute nor did she model in Miami. Last I spoke with her, she was still working at the movie theaters. Guess I was right.

This most recent girl I had been chatting with was similar to others in many ways. We started off chatting with small talk but quickly delved into discussions about parties and then sex. She was a completely dirty girl who enjoyed the lighter side of humiliation. I did not ask to contact her yet because I had been seeing one of the grad students at FIU, who was a complete minx, and did not want to tell this new girl just yet for fear that she might decline any offer once I let her know the truth. How wrong I was is so obvious now.

One night while we had exchanged messages, she asked me if we would ever meet. I told her that we have yet to speak and I did not have her number yet. She responded by sending her number and I texted her just after that. She responded and said she was busy that night, but maybe we could meet up another night to which I agreed. I meant meeting was not exactly doing anything yet, though I was sure she would if I tried.

I changed into workout clothes and hit the gym. I did my usual routine which includes a light jog, then lifting weights, then playing some basketball. When I went into the locker rooms, I noticed a text message from her arrived so I checked it out. She said she could not wait to meet, that she had been thinking of some things we could do and ended the sentence with an ellipsis, which is a littel trite but whatever. She wanted to appear innocent, but it was a weak façade.

I responded that it sounds good and asked her what she was doing and put down my phone. I then changed out of my sweaty underwear and shorts into clean ones, put on my sandals, and walked out to my car, bag over my should. My phone vibrated in my bag when she returned my text as I approached my car. I put my bag in the seat, opened it up and pulled out my phone. Her text read: “working out on the treadmill right now.”

Now of course I was intrigued. I had walked by the treadmills on my way out, and had even glanced down the line at them. I did not realize that she might have possibly been one of the occupants at this busy hour, but then again, I was not sure she was even at the University Recreation center. So I asked her which gym. She responded: “Rec Center why you gonna come and stalk me?”

“No I just left there and in my car now”

“Really did you see me?”

“Not exactly but I did not know to look”

“Yeah I’m here and just about finished”

“Are you leaving after you finish?”

“Yeah I need to go home and shower silly”

“Why don’t you just come outside and we can say hello and actually meet”

“sounds good be out in a min”

I waited five minutes and saw her walk out into the parking lot. I got out of my car and approached her. “Hey there, Allie?”

“Yes, hi!” As she smiles at me.

We talk for a few minutes, mostly about school just because at this point, it is all we really have in common. I decided to ask her about the loopt app and see what she thinks of it.

“It’s a good way to pass time. Didn’t think I would ever meet anyone on it.” She says, giggling.

“Yeah, same here. I thought that it would be a possibility, but didn’t think it would ever happen.” I replied smiling.

She says she is about to go home because she needs to shower. She tells me it has not been a good week, and I lay it on, telling her the hardships I have had. She takes pity on me. I’m in because she's easy, she wants it, and I am going to give it to her.

I ask her back to my car, just so we can sit down and not stand up in the parking lot, blocking traffic. She agrees and walks with me to my car. I open my door and sit inside. I leave the door open to show that I am relaxed and not expecting anything, but I know better. I think she knows too but is not letting on.

We talk for a bit more, she tells me she had a crazy weekend. I said I did as well, but I did not get laid even though I stopped at the strip club for about 3 hours. She takes pity on me again. This is too easy it’s almost comical. She puts her hand on my shoulder to comfort me. I put my hand on her thigh and look at her with devilish eyes. She smiles and giggles quietly. I run my hand up the side of her body and she slowly stops smiling.

I grab the back of her neck and pull her head toward mine, kissing her hard. She grabs my shoulder and clutches her fist as she gets excited from the explosion of pent up secsual frustration. She rubs my crotch and I got so hard it hurt.

I pulled my cock out and she looks at it a minute and then at me. She smiled and leans down to begin sucking me like she wanted. I laid my head back momentarily and moaned to let her know how much I enjoyed it. She was good, and better than most because she has had practice. I could tell right away that I might want to have a test done on myself soon just in case.

She sucks for a while, and I let my hands wander on her body. It was difficult to expose her breasts in the car with her sports bra. I could easily feel her getting wet through her pants. She comes back up and wants to take a break for fear of getting caught.

“I just think someone might walk by, and you know, see.”

“That’s kind of why it’s fun.”

Before she goes back down, I pull her pants to her knees so that I can easily play between her legs. I put my other hand on top of her head to control her rhythm. I did not need to make her throat anything, she was very capable on her own.

After a few minutes, I put my seat back and concentrated on climaxing to make it happen quickly. She stopped though, to lick my balls and take her time. I let her do that for a minute but then grabbed my cock and pulled her face toward it and told her I am close. She continues to work and about two minutes later, I am ready to blast. I pushed her hand off my shaft and the put both my hands on the back of her head while I exploded into her mouth. She did not let a single drop fall out even though it felt like a nice load.

She takes her time cleaning it up and then pulls her pants over her waist. I thanked her and said that she had just fulfilled one of my fantasies because she had. I had wanted for so long to meet someone and get good dome work right after a workout and before my shower. I can’t imagine it smelled good, but she was the type of girl that wanted to sleep her way into having a relationship. Unfortunately for her, I knew her game and would not fall for her tricks.

She asked my plans for the weekend and told me to call her. She said, “if you want to meet up this weekend, let me know.” I told her sure thing. I meant that when I feel I need some more good head, I will text you because I will not let my friends see you; we will then go do what I want immediately where I want it and repeat the cycle until I get bored with you. “Have a good night.”

She’s met me three other times, twice when I was out drinking. She still loves to swallow.