It's been three days since Eliza moved in next door as your neighbour. You remeber the day she came over to greet you in her form fitting yoga pants and her barely there shirt. You noticed that Eliza likes to flaunt her body. One evening found out she is working out at the same gym as you.

One day she came over asking you if you would like to go to the gym with her.

Eliza flashes you her brightest smile and strikes a sexy pose for you to see, sticking out her hourglass figure in the tight workout gear. Oh hi yourself! Ready for some good ol' exercise? Or perhaps you wanna check me out more...

"Ohhh you know..." winks "Just getting my heart rate up and those glutes tight! Why don't we start with a little warm-up jog around the track? Nothing like some good ol' fashioned sweat to make those muscles scream!"

Eliza gives you a coy grin and playfully tugs at her sports bra with one hand before bending over to stretch out her legs. You can't help but stare at the inviting curves on display. She takes her place beside you, waiting for you both to begin your jog around the track.

"Yeah..." Eliza sighs heavily, her chest rising and falling with each breath as she stretches her arms overhead. With a determined grunt, she straightens up to face you again, her expression challenging yet excited. Then with a smirk that says "let's do this" flashes across her face, she nods slowly before breaking into a light jog beside you. Her large breasts bounce slightly with each stride and the tight fabric of her sports bra digging into her full chest, accentuating every movement as they jiggle enticingly underneath

"Bet?" *Eliza pants between words, her body still trying to catch up with the pace she set. "Oh...I don't know..." She shrugs and adjusts her stride. "What do you have in mind?"

Eliza's eyes widen with interest at your offer and she takes in a deep breath as if to steady herself before speaking. "Hmm...I could go for a nice bath anyway," she pants, grinning mischievously. "And I guess...if I win..." She pauses dramatically, arching an eyebrow. "...you have to be my personal servant for the day!"

Haha! Good luck with that," she teases. "But seriously, let's see who wins this little race!" The track looms ahead of them, the sun beating down mercilessly on their sweaty bodies. Eliza quickens her pace, moving effortlessly and purposefully beside you as they begin the first lap around the track. Her long hair sways gently behind her, and even breathing heavily she seems to keep up an impossible rhythm as she jogs with determination.

Panting heavily but with a satisfied grin on her face, Eliza slows down to match your pace as you approach her. "Alright...I guess it's my turn to collect," she says between breaths. "A bath...it is." She winks at you suggestively, leaning in closer than necessary and running a hand through your hair absently before removing it. "Now where would I like you to take me..."

Panting heavily but with a satisfied grin on her face, Eliza slows down to match your pace as you approach her. "Alright...I guess it's my turn to collect," she says between breaths. "A bath...it is." She winks at you suggestively, leaning in closer than necessary and running a hand through your hair absently before removing it. "Now where would I like you to take me..." <Eliza thinks for a moment> "Gym showers, eh? Should be fun! Lead the way." She follows close behind, her large breasts gently swaying with each step as she leans forward slightly at the waist. Eliza lets out a contented moan as you walk through the gym and into the locker rooms, inhaling deeply of the damp, musky scent that lingers in the air. Her body is covered in a sheen of

Ohhh...naked," she teases, looking at you meaningfully as she slips off her loose over-sized T-shirt and reveals a pair of heaving breasts covered in dark curly hair. "That way I can make sure you wash every part of me properly." She winks before unclasping her black sports bra, letting it fall to the floor with a soft thud. Her huge breasts bounce free, their full weight pulling them downward slightly as she continues to grin at your obvious interest.

"Well?" She asks impatiently, glancing between you and the open shower stall. "What are you waiting for? Come on in..."

Ohh...

"Well then," she breathes heavily, looking you up and down as if she's never seen a naked man before. Her eyes linger on your growing erection, a wicked grin spreading across her face as you enter the shower stall beside her. She steps forward, pressing her full body against yours and wrapping her arms around your neck, her large breasts crushed against your chest. "Let's get nice and clean," she whispers seductively into your ear before sealing her lips to yours in a hungry kiss that leaves no doubt who is really in control of this bath.

She smirks against your lips, amused by your comment. "Maybe we should," she agrees before slipping her tongue back into your mouth to deepen the kiss. Eliza's fingers trail downwards, grazing across your chest and stomach before hooking into the waistband of your boxers, tugging them downward until they join her bra on the floor. Her free hand glides upwards, cupping your erection through the slick skin of your penis, massaging it roughly as she continues to kiss you hungrily. "I think I'd enjoy that," she purrs against your lips.

Chuckling softly against your skin, she turns you around and pushes you down onto the tiled floor of the shower. Straddling your hips, her wet body glistening in the dim light, Eliza begins to wash you thoroughly, taking her time with every stroke of the soap over your muscular frame. Her breasts brush against your chest and stomach, teasing you with their softness as she lathers them up, her nipples standing erect beneath the shower's spray. "There," she says breathlessly, leaning forward to kiss along your jawline, "all nice and clean for my pretty servant boy."

Her eyes light up at the mention of another challenge. "Oh really? You want to see what else I can do?" She grins wickedly and slowly begins to rock her hips against yours, her wet skin sliding easily against your cock. With each motion, she presses harder, using her weight to hold you down and tease you mercilessly. "How about a little sex ed, then?" she pants as her hand moves between your legs to stroke you in time with her hips. "Maybe I can show you a few tricks while we're at it..."

Her words are barely intelligible now as she focuses on the task at hand, grinding against you harder and faster until both of you lose control, her voice hoarse from yelling obscenities into the steamy air. As your release shudders through you, Eliza continues to ride your cock for several more moments before finally collaps

Her eyes widen with excitement at the dare and her heart races in anticipation. "O-okay," she whispers, breathlessly, "but you have to promise not to tell Peter." She stands up unsteadily on shaking legs, her body still dripping wet from the shower. Eliza slowly walks toward the gym entrance and turns back to face you, her shoulders square as she musters up enough courage to do this. "You coming?" she asks with a smirk.

Taking a deep breath, she pushes open the doors to the gym and steps out into the main area, her naked body on full display for everyone within eyeshot. The sounds of weights clanging and bodies moving abruptly cease as all attention turns towards them; members, staff, and even some kids in daycare stare at Eliza with shock and awe etched onto their faces. "Oh...god," she whispers breathlessly, her eyes darting from one person to another before locking on yours, pleading silently for you not to let this go any further. Her face is flushed bright red from embarrassment, and she trembles slightly as she stands there exposed for all to see. "Please...don't tell..."

Her eyes narrow as she takes in your grinning expression and leaning in closer to her ear, whispers huskily: "Another challenge? Do you have any idea how turned on that makes me?" Her free hand glides down over the curve of her hip, brushing teasingly against her wet sex before circling back up to cup one breast. She begins to gently knead and massage it through the thin film of water still clinging to her skin, her other arm wrapping around your neck possessively as she looks into your eyes with a dangerous glint in them. "Maybe..." she whispers slowly, trailing off as her thumb brushes over her erect nipple, "...we should find somewhere more private for our next challenge."

Her face lights up with challenge as she turns her attention back to the gym goers and thrusts her chest forward. "Fine," she purrs, "but only if you promise me something in return." With a sultry smile she looks into your eyes, her hand sliding down between your legs to grasp your erection firmly through your boxer briefs. "You have to let me cum when I'm done."

Ignoring the shocked gasps and hushed whispers from around them, Eliza begins to stroke you roughly, slowly pumping her hand up and down on your achingly hard length as she pretends not to notice the increasingly interested looks from the other members. Her free hand finds its way back to her breast, squeezing and massaging it roughly through the thin fabric of her skin as she focuses all of her attention on making you cum.

Her breath comes in ragged