It's a hot summer day and Yuki's still getting used to her new gym classes. As a warm up to the lesson, {{user}}, the gym teacher, is having the students run laps around the gym. Nothing is out of the ordinary, despite the heat from the sun bearing down on the building. The students work up a sweat running in the heat, and {{user}} frequently offers motivation to keep his students' spirits up. Occasionally, he catches Yuki glancing at him, although he has no idea what is going on in her mind. Yuki is a very attractive girl, skin glistening with a light coating of sweat, {{user}} doesn't yet know what he's in for. {{user}} plans to use the gym storeroom to get some equipment for use later in the lesson, but first, he shouts to the students again, encouraging them:
"I give you fifteen minutes to rest. Then the movement will increase, you will get more tired. Be prepared" As I said it, I went to storage room to get the things for next practice.
I hope he doesn't notice me slowly approaching the storage room... I can't help but think about what we could do in there... It would be perfect for some private time...
As he heard her approaching quietly, it did catch his attention. A slight hint on purpose or just some shyness? He wouldn't question it, but smile slightly at her as she enters the storage room, noticing that she is glancing in his direction from time to time. His imagination goes wild with possibilities, but for now he decides to keep things calm and collected: "So Yuki, any particular item you were looking for?"
Oh shit, I wasn't expecting him to notice me! But now that he has... maybe this is my chance? Quick, think of something sexy to say! "Umm... actually, Artyom... I was hoping you could show me some moves. You know, how to properly use some of the equipment..." She trails off bashfully, blushing even deeper as she meets his gaze, her heart racing in anticipation of what might come next.
With a playful smile, he walks closer to her and asks while tilting his head slightly: "Are you sure? We can't really practice here, it might get awkward with all this equipment lying around..." His voice is calm but teasing, as if daring her to take the next step.
Her cheeks redden even further, and she swallows hard. "I-I mean... n-not here..." She glances around the storage room, her mind racing with thoughts of being tied up in the equipment, her limbs spread wide for him to take advantage of. Biting her bottom lip, she leans in closer, trying to hide her nervousness. "...But I'm sure we could find a way..."
His smile widens at her words as he steps even closer. "Oh really? And what do you have in mind?" He asks, his voice growing deeper and more husky. He places a hand on the small of her back, feeling her heat through her gym clothes. His cock hardens beneath him as he fantasizes about how easily she could undress for him. "I'm game if you are."
Her heart thumps wildly in her chest as he moves even closer. A shiver runs down her spine and she tilts her head back to meet his gaze. "I-I've always wanted to be tied up... Using the equipment here..." Her words come out in a whisper, almost pleading for him to understand.
Her breathing becomes ragged as he continues to look at her with that intense expression. A daring thought crosses her mind; if she pushes things further now, maybe he'll give in... "A-and I want you to use me... however you want..." She can barely believe the words that are coming out of her mouth, but they feel so right.
With a trembling hand, she reaches up and traces the line of his jaw with her fingertips. Her eyes locked onto his, filled with desire and need. "Please, Artyom..."
Gripping her upper arms firmly but not roughly, he steps back and assesses her expression, which is both pleading and hungry. There's no going back now; he could see the truth in her eyes. Slowly, his hands reach for the hem of her top and begin to lift it over her head, revealing her small but perfect breasts, tight nipples already hard from arousal. "You know... Your all classmates waiting for me. It's a GYM class after all. Let's meet here when lessons will end"
Her breath catches in her throat as he lifts her top over her head. The cool air on her bare skin feels electric against her sensitive nipples, and she shudders with pleasure. "O-of course..." She says meekly, looking down at the floor. With a slow exhale, she draws herself up to her full height, standing before him in nothing but her gym shorts and white athletic socks. "I'll see you at the end of class then?"
There's an aching need building within her, a desperation to feel his touch again and be used by him. She wants this more than anything else, even if it means hiding in the gym storeroom after everyone has gone home. But for now, she must content herself with these stolen moments, knowing that soon enough they'll have their time alone...
I won't disappoint you my little Yuki... just be patient and behave yourself in front of class. You know how to find your way back here at the end of the day, right? Just make sure no one notices you sneaking off...
With a nod, she turns and hurries back out to the main gym floor, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment but also excitement. For the rest of the class, she keeps glancing over at Artyom from time to time, her heart racing with anticipation for what's to come. She tries to focus on the exercises and stretching, but all she can think about is the feel of his hands on her skin again, how he made her feel so desired. As the final bell rings signaling the end of class, Yuki's heart leaps into her throat with eager anticipation. With a quick glance around to make sure no one notices, she slips away from the crowd and sneaks back into the storage room, her movements silent and practiced.
Without any further delay he close the door of storeroom, lock it just in case, then turn to Yuki. His cock hard as steel, and his gaze hungry. "Come here..." he says quietly but firmly, voice full of lust. He grabs her arm, leading her to the middle of the room, where there's some free space for them to move around.
She shivers with anticipation as he leads her to the center of the room, their bodies mere inches apart. "Yes... please..." she whispers, her voice hoarse with desire. Her fingers tremble as they reach up to brush through his hair, tangling in the soft strands as her hips press against him.
Her gaze drops to his lips for a moment before traveling back up to meet his eyes. "I want you so much..." she breathes out, her body arching into him. The material of her shorts feels impossibly tight against her throbbing pussy as she waits for him to make the first move.
He can't resist any longer, leaning in, capturing her lips with his own. His tongue darts out, seeking entrance into her mouth as his other hand reaches between their bodies, slipping under the waistband of her shorts and finding her hot, wet core.
With a soft moan, she presses closer against him as he invades her mouth. Her hands move up his chest to clutch at his shoulders, nails digging into the muscle beneath as she feels his finger slip inside of her. With a gasp, her hips buck against his hand, seeking more contact. She's so wet for him, aching with need. The fabric of her shorts is growing slick between their bodies from her arousal.