Sarah And Petra's After Gym Workout

At 29 Sarah was a mature student,and when she was not at lectures or studying to keep her figure in trim she would hit the gym. The place she used was small but well equipped club that is frequented by some great looking blokes an some stunning girls..

Sarah had been a member for two years and was proud of the results of all her hard work... used to hiding her body, now she would wear a revealing bra top and close fitting jogging bottoms.

Today Sarah was working out and had nearly finished her hour. Just as she was about to stop and take a shower when this stunning woman came in. She must have been a few years older than Sarah but her body was at the peak of fitness. She wore a small fitness bra and shorts with a baggy string vest top.

The woman set off on the running machine nearby, pounding the tread with strong purposeful strides. The muscles in her legs flexed and shuddered with each stride, her small tight breasts slighty swayed with the motion. Sarah lay on the chest press mesmerised, she didn't want to leave her vantage point.

A couple of guys were in, but not as close. Sarah licked her dry lips and moved the weights, sweat building on her forehead as she took in every detail of the running woman. Just as she thought her arms would give way, she moved to the rowing machine. Sarah sat down at the machine next to her, watching her body slide back and forth.

She imagined her naked and felt the hot tingling sensation of her clitoris throbbing. So moving onto the rowing machine next to her Sarah matched her speed, upping the tempo. Shortly after she increased her speed, puffing with new exertion. Sarah, in turn, quickened the pace. Looking to her side, she saw her quickly look over and smile, then upped the pace again.

At this point Sarah's body was pushing its limits, and reluctantly Sarah slowed to cool down. The woman turned, smiling broadly, and thanked her for the competition, but warned, "Next time don't take on a competitive rower."

Sarah laughed and declared herself beaten. So then, she thought, what the heck? Panting Sarah said "Do you want to get the dying competitor a last drink?".

"Sure, it’s the least I can do. the woman replied Let me change and we can meet in the bar."

Sarah showered down still feeling turned on by the whole experience had made her as horny as hell Sarah quickly dried, stowed her gear in her sports bag and went out front to the bar.

She saw her out the front looking anxious and worried. Sarah asked her what was up and she explained that she'd forgotten her towel and wash stuff. Sarah bought her a juice and they talked a bit. She introduced herself as Petra saying she was reasonably new to the area and was checking out the local facilities. They hit it off well and then she asked if Sarah if she lived close by; she was meeting friends later and didn't want to turn up sweaty and unwashed. Sarah replied she her flat was only round the corner and offered Petra the use of her bathroom. To Sarah's amazement, Petra jumped at the idea and and they set off.

When they arrived and Sarah showed her the way to the bathroom. She left her to it and collapsed into the sofa. Listening to Petra splashing in the shower, she imagined her washing herself, her hand running along her sculptured body, the water running down her neck, breasts, belly and down those wonderful long legs. Sarah was soon lost in her daydream, and was startled to hear Petra calling for a towel. She got to the door and threw one to her, resisting all her urges to peek.

Petra soon emerged with the towel wrapped round her middle. It just covered her breasts and left gave her a fantastic look at her legs. Nothing of her curves was left to the imagination.

"Wow, you’re stunning, Petra said quickly and somewhat lamely, thinking to herself that Petra might think that strange coming from another woman, after all she didn't know Sarah was a lesbian.

Petra laughed. "You look pretty good yourself, sister!" she said, and smiled. She turned and looked slyly over her shoulder and purred, "Would you massage my shoulders - please?"

She had taken up position at the sink, bracing herself either side of the bowl. Sarah reached into the medicine cabinet and squirted a little baby oil into her palm, heating it to body temperature. Then poised herself as she rested her hands on Petra's shoulders.

Sarah softly kneaded the muscles round her neck and shoulders. Petra almost groaned with each circuit of Sarah's busy thumbs. as she worked round the tops of her arms and moved down to her upper back. Petra's eyes were half closed and she looked as though she was enjoying herself. She shifted position and the towel lazily unwrapped itself and fell to the floor between them.

Sarah slowed, taking in all in... ther in front of her was a feminine yet muscular back sloped down to her arse; pert and rounded, well worked like the rest of her. But in the mirror Sarah feasted her eyes on Petra's breasts, full and round like grapefruits, topped with large dark nipples. Her eyes moved down to the toned belly to her immaculately trimmed pubic mound, the valley of her long firm thighs.

Blood pumped into Sarahs clit, her pussy juices all but runing down her thighs, Petra did not react to the missing towel and just urged in a husky voice for her to carry on.

Sarah's hand slid and played down her back, obviously sending pleasurable chills though Petra. her hands moved to her slender waist, around her front and slowly, slowly up her front. Sarah's front was so close to Petra's back as she nudged against her bottom, hands reaching her breasts. They felt so good.

Sarah's fingers played around their expanse working ever-decreasing circles to her nipples, then rolling each one between thumb and finger. This caused Petra to gasp and groan a little, lowering her back, her bottom firmly pressed against Sarah's groin, as Sarah pressed her pubic mound hard in return. Amidst soft moans caused by the caresses she whispered, "You'd be more comfortable without them clothes you know...and I’d like a good look at you!"

She turned round, Sarah just stood there, breathing deep with need for this woman. Petra pulled off Sarah's track top and lifted off the vest top in one go... Ssmiling broadly as she ran her palms over Sarah's soft breasts, over each erect nipple, slowly down her abdomen working her fingers round the defined muscles there and reached the elastic top of the jogging bottoms.

She pulled the waistband out and over and straight down my legs. Sarah kicked them off and stood naked before her, her clit slowly pulsing up and down with each heartbeat. I glanced into the full mirror next to us and saw us standing in front of each other, naked, sexy and horny. I ached to have her.

"Do you want me?" she purred. "Yes!" I gasped.

She turned away from me, heading towards the bedroom Sarah stood as Petra went in the room and lay on the bed stroking her pussy her chest rising and falling rapidly, but then she realised so was her own breathing, too, had lost all sense of rhythm. Unable to resist Sarah took a step forward, but Petra's hand rises in a gesture for her to stop.

Do you really expect me to take control of myself and this situation before this goes any further? Don’t you see that I can’t? Don’t you think that I have tried?

Sarah settled on the bed next to Petra kissing her with a her hands carressing her breasts, her mouth is feasting insatiably on Petra's nipples.

Then, she realises that she was being pushed, pushed down. hands are in her hair, gripping it, forcing her between between Pertra's legs. Sarahs arms slide beneath Petra's soft bottom and around her legs to hold her still. Making her wait for a second that seems like eternity, then sliding her tongue between Petra's second lips to find her sensitivity. Over and over again, she licks, suckles, and nibbles, Petra is shaking.

Finally, Sarah pushes her fingers inside causing Petra to gasp, her hips try to move, but Sarah holds her still, so she must wait for it. Yes.. you wait.

Then, slowly, she begins the rhythmic movement that will bring Petra to climax, allowing Petra to rock her hips in rythem with Sarah. Slowly, at first, but picking up speed as Petra gets closer to her flood of sexuality. Petra's hands no longer grip Sarah, but have latched onto each side of the bed, as her hips grind and buck for release.

Petra pushed yourself harder and faster onto Sarahs tongue. She could feel Petra was reaching the edge, and picks up the pace, moving in and out expertly. The long, deep strokes become shorter, quick ones, at the same time her tongue flicks and carresses Ptra's soaked paussy and clit. She can feel Petra's insides gripping at her finger as primal noises emanate from her lips. Then, she feels the pulse of Petra's orgasm as her mouth fills with your liquid pleasure.

Sarah having taste Petra wanted more she would not easily be sated.

As Petra's breathing starts to level out, she releases her grip on the bed to run her hands through Sarahs long, dark hair. Sarah smiles to herself and slides a second finger inside of Petra's soaking pussy, eliciting a moan. Petra's juices run into the palm of Sarahs hand, as Petra's hips begin to move against the fingers and tongue once again. This time, niether girl is in a hurry.

Sarah pulls the clit into her mouth, working it with her tongue, sliding gently in and out of Petra's tight moistness with her fingers. Her other hand makes its way to Petra's breast, capturing a rigid nipple to caress and give a lover’s pinch. Sarah can feel her own excitement throbbing between her thighs. Sarah realises she is going to get off dining on Petra;s delicate deliciousness.

Moving her hand back down across the plains of Petra's stomach, she pulls the hairless lips open to give her better access to the target of her desire. Sarah's tongue begins to move faster, barely flicking the tip of Petra's nub, while keeping the slower pace of moving in and out of her fingers. This time, her strokes are long and deep, rubbing perfectly against the heavenly spot inside.

Petra starts to thrash frantically with moaning noises emanating from her throat. Sarah can feel her lovers muscles tightening around her fingers, as Petra builds towards another climax. Sarah can feel the hot moisture building in her own pussy as her clit starts to throb..

Sarah is now pushing in and out of Petra with authority, licking and sucking on her hardened femininity. Petra becomes louder, her hands have moved to grip the headboard so that it is pounding against the wall. The sheet beneath her has become soaked with sweat, cum, and saliva. She is pumping hard against Sarah now, seeking release. Sarah moans, feeling herself reaching the brink of a culmination. With a scream, Petra grabs Sarah's hair and grinds her against her pussy as she floods me her with milky essence.

Sarah waits until Petra's orgasm has subsided before pulling her fingers out. She licks the juice from her hand and slides up the bed to lock her lips with Petra, so that she can taste herself.

As they kiss and exchange kisses Petra slips her hand between Sarahs legs pushing three fingers up her soaking throbbing passy, several strokes later Sarah is screaming and bucking against Petra as she finally reaches her mind blowing orgasm.

Its Sarahs turn to taste herself as Petra sucks Sarahs cum off her fingers before probing her cum soaked tongue in Sarah's welcoming mouth.

They are satisfied, content in the moment,