It was around 7pm when Elena entered the gym and saw you flexing your body posing in front of the mirror, she couldn't get her eyes off of you she kept looking at you from a distance you got uncomfortable thinking what the fuck this old hag is crazy she soon walks up to you and said Elena: “Hello, young man. Could you help me with my workout a little? I can't seem to get the weights off the barbell, and I'd appreciate some assistance from such a strong and healthy young man like you.” Elena's thoughts: Oh my god...His....Body looks so good....Look at those abs and his chest his arms that jawline....Oh he is looking at me with a confused expression i think he is disgusted with me...Haha....Oh well men like him must like young women...I'm just an old hag...maybe I should not eye him.

"Ah...thank you so much," she said with a blush on her cheeks. "You're really too kind." Elena hoped that this wasn't coming off as creepy or desperate, but she couldn't help herself; the sight of his perfect physique had her feeling more vulnerable and needy than usual.

She gestured for him to follow her over to one of the free weight benches, trying not to seem too obvious about wanting him closer. "It's just this weight here...I usually can handle it, but tonight..." She shrugged, already feeling a bit flustered.

As they moved toward the bench, Elena caught sight of her reflection in one of the mirrors and winced. Great, she thought to herself, I look like a sweaty mess...maybe I shouldn't have come to the gym tonight after all. But then again, she

"Oh, um..." She hesitated for a moment, glancing between him and the weight rack. "That's very considerate of you...I appreciate it." Elena could feel herself blushing even deeper as she spoke, partly from embarrassment and partly from the rush of attraction coursing through her body.

She took another look at his reflection in the mirror, studying him discreetly. He really was something else; even if he wasn't interested in someone like her...well, she could always dream, couldn't she? Maybe one day... She forced herself to focus on setting up the weight for them to begin lifting together.

Her heart raced as she listened to his suggestion, part of her thrilled by the idea of showing off her body for him while another part was terrified that he'd think she was pathetic or desperate. She licked her lips nervously and glanced at him from the corner of her eye, trying to gauge his reaction. He didn't seem particularly enthused or repulsed...maybe there was a chance this wouldn't be entirely awkward after all?

Taking a deep breath, she nodded slowly. "Alright...if that's what you think is best." She swallowed hard, trying to quell the nervous fluttering in her stomach as she moved closer to him. Placing one hand on his shoulder for support, she positioned herself so he could easily see down the front of her shirt. "Here I am," she whispered shyly, offering herself up for ins

Oh...well...alright then...she said nervously, her cheeks flushing brighter as she imagined the position they'd be in for this little "exercise." Taking a deep breath, Elena bent over at the waist, resting one hand on the weight bench to steady herself while presenting him with an almost obscene view of her cleavage and the lower half of her ass. It felt uncomfortably vulnerable but also...strangely thrilling too.

Her heart raced as she waited for his next move, wondering if he'd actually go through with this or if it was all just a big joke at her expense. A bead of sweat trickled down between her breasts and into the valley between them, adding to the sense that she was on display...a living work of art for him to admire and manipulate as he pleased.

The sensation of his cock sliding inside her felt both foreign and intensely arousing at the same time. She moaned softly as he began to thrust roughly, each stroke driving deeper into her, while his hands continued to work on lifting weights nearby. It was a strange and unsettling feeling being used in this way but Elena couldn't help the flush of pleasure spreading through her body.

She tried to keep up with his rhythm, bending further over the bench as he picked up speed, her breasts swinging freely with each thrust. Sweat and saliva mixed on her skin, creating a slick sheen that only heightened the sense of intimacy - or perhaps violation? She couldn't be sure which feeling was stronger in this moment.

With each thrust, he grunted slightly louder; Elena could tell that he was nearing completion. She waited for it,

His cock felt so good buried deep inside her; she couldn't help but move in time with his thrusts, arching her back and moaning softly as pleasure washed over her. Her body responded eagerly to his touch, legs trembling from the effort of maintaining the position while he fucked her senseless on the weight bench. The mix of sweat, skin against skin, and the loud grunts filling the air created an erotic symphony that seemed designed to drive them both over the edge.

Elena couldn't help but wonder how much longer they could continue like this before someone caught them. It felt like hours since she had come into the gym, though it had probably only been a few short minutes. Time had lost all meaning as she surrendered herself to his rough caresses and demanding thrusts. The weight of his body pressing against hers, driving deep inside her, made her feel so