Adventures of Amy (Part One) SeXStoRY

“This year will be different,” Amy thought, stepping onto the treadmill. She couldn’t wait to start running – it was the only time of day she had to herself, what with her crazy work schedule. At 26, she was grateful for employment, but desperate to make her way up the corporate ladder, and frequently put in 14 hour days. There was no time for friends, hardly any for f****y, and certainly no time for anything as frivolous as a boyfriend. She started walking on the treadmill, giving her muscles time to warm up. She slicked her dark blonde hair back into a ponytail, and adjusted her shirt over her generous breasts. Even though she had no one in particular to look good for, she took care with her appearance when going out. Being petite, she was very proud that she had such great tits, and frequently wore V-necked shirts or scoop necks… nothing too audacious, but just enough to get her a few looks. And with her high school reunion coming up, she knew she’d better get her body just that much tighter, to make sure she could show up the other girls. Juvenile? Perhaps. But true, nonetheless. Amy put her earplugs in and pressed play on her smartphone. Turning on the treadmill she began pumping her legs to the rhythm of her music. Her mind started wandering with thoughts of the day, her grind at work, forms that needed to be filled, and clients who would be hounding her as soon as she stepped in the door. Amy shook her head to bring herself back to reality, and realized that she no longer felt like she was running but like she was being chased. As she slowed her pace on the treadmill she began to scan the room, her blue eyes discreet but perceptive. She found herself staring as she saw a tall, well-built man bent over the desk chatting to the receptionist. Looking him over from head to toe, he was a clean cut guy with a killer smile and steely blue eyes, white t-shirt barely containing his biceps, a long, tapered body seeming to point to his rock hard ass, and the legs of a marathon runner. She couldn’t help herself – eyes glued to his package, she tried to imagine what he would look like without clothes in the way. Midway through her mental striptease, he left the desk and headed for the locker room. Amy stared, self-conscious but unable to look away. As he passed he quickly glanced over to Amy and as his eyes met hers, he winked, causing Amy’s eyes to widen, and a swift blush to suffuse her entire face. Taking a moment to catch her breath, Amy could tell she was not only embarrassed and aroused, but already wet. God, it really had been too long without a good seeing to. With such a busy life, Amy rarely had time to fulfill her sexual needs. Any time she felt a little raunchy, she was always distracted by work. Now, though, she had an entire workout to fantasize through. Petrified someone would see her, she desperately tried to think of other things. It was too late though, the more she tried to distract herself, the more her body clamored to be touched. Turning off the treadmill she stepped to the side and began to drink her water. Cool liquid soothing her parched lips, a few drops spilled out of her lips and dropped to her cleavage. She gave a little shiver as the cold water raised goosebumps, and let out a shaky breath. This was ridiculous. “I need to get a hold of myself, this is indecent,” she thought to herself. Taking a few deep breaths, Amy made her way to the stationary bikes. Getting into position she began to peddle. She was hoping to get the images out of her mind, to try to escape her fantasy by peddling away from them. Her breathing started to pick up as she got herself up to speed, trying to think of mundane things; her work, sports, the last movie she saw. Nothing was working. Then, as Amy shifted her weight her movements caused her to inadvertently rub her swollen clit against the bike seat. She let out a very undignified gasp, and immediately looked around to see if anyone had noticed. No one even gave her a second glance. Furtively, she moved against the bike seat again. God, it felt good. With a wicked grin, Amy realized if she were careful, she could probably get herself off on the bike. As nonchalantly as possible, Amy started to grind her swollen clit against the seat. She masked her arousal by peddling even faster, gasping for air and trying desperately not to make any overtly sexual sounds. As she got wetter, she let her imagine run away with her, thinking of that gorgeous man ravaging her mercilessly. She rode for minutes this way, constantly letting the seat hit the right spot. It had been so long for Amy, her body was practically taking over and demanding satisfaction. Sweat beading on her skin, flashes of ‘her man’ filling her dripping pussy, she rode harder and faster, trying so hard to get there… Just as she knew it was inevitable, she was cumming, she opened her eyes -- only to see two woman standing next to her, with confused but disapproving looks on their faces. She froze as her face turned crimson. Amy quickly got off the bike, humiliated, and with a ruined orgasm, to boot. She swiftly went to the locker room to compose herself. Fumbling with the lock, her heart still pounding, she still found herself thinking desperately of being taken by the man in the white shirt. Her clit pulsing, throbbing, begging for release, she knew she needed to orgasm soon if she has a prayer of getting anything else done today. She finally got her locker open, and decisively grabbed her towel and stripped her clothes off. Wrapping her towel around her body, she made her way to the steam room. Nervous and excited she opened the door, immediately enveloped in a cloud of steam. Walking in, she couldn’t tell if anyone else were there. Combing the benches by touch, she felt reasonably secure that she was alone. She made her way to the back corner and sat down. Taking a deep breath, she slid her hand under her towel. Constantly alert, she began to play with herself, breathing in the steam and thinking of her handsome stud. Her hand unwrapping her towel, she reached for her breasts, cupping herself and pinching her nipples. Little sounds of passion began to escape her lips as she envisioned what he would do to her. Quickly scanning the foggy room the best she could, she opened up her legs and felt her wetness drip down from her pussy to her ass crack. God, she hadn’t been this wet in years – in fact, she remembered, since the night she gave Bobby a blow job under the bleachers back in high school. She smirked and quickly changed the image of Bobby with the thought of giving that hot man at the desk a blow job under the bleachers at a homecoming game. Amy gasped, thinking of that well-built man’s thick long cock in her mouth. Closing her eyes, she opened her body completely and let herself succumb to her desperation. Wave after wave of pleasure washed over her as she felt his throbbing member taking her open mouth. Her body trembling, she firmly rubbed her swollen clit, and felt herself cumming. It went on and on, as she came hard all over the bench, hearing it drip down to the floor. As her orgasm subsided, she slowly sat up again. She looked up and around the room, not able to see anything more than two feet in front of her, confident she was able to climax in private. Taking a few moments to gather her strength and her wits, she took her towel and began to wrap it around herself as she slowly made her way to the door. As she got closer and closer to the door frame, a shadow of a silhouette began to emerge. The shadow took shape, and what Amy saw made her heart skip a beat. There before her was another woman, naked as she was and deep in her own bliss. (To be continued)