David’s POV.
I scamper away from the sweet temptation and run outside. My cock pitching a tent against
my shorts.
Shit, sweat from nowhere cloud my skin. Vera…the girl is a flame licking my skin.
I don’t know how to stop it all. I avoided her for a month, am I about to stop now?
I think seamlessly as I bound outside to the room I was exercising in.
If I wasn’t interrupted by Claire I’d have
fucked Vera. I’d have proved to her I’m not avoiding her because she isn’t woman enough.
That’s not it.
First, this thing between us is a taboo. For second, she won’t be able to kept a tight lid on this naughty relationship and it’ll cost us both our lives.
I don’t know how to explain things to her. If I do, then she’ll realize her background. She’ll be scared shitless living through her life activities.
I don’t want that for her.
Thank goodness for
Claire’s call. It’s a life saver.
“Hey, sweetie!” Claire’s voice bounces across the room, reaching my ears.
I twirl to see her coming over to my side. She’s wearing a sports bra and leggings. Almost similar to Vera’s.
Damn, these women really wants to get me into trouble with these slutty dresses.
Claire has her blonde hair tied into a bun. Though some strands already escape the rope bounding most of the hair.
“I saw your car outside and I knew you’d be here.” She chuckles as she sweeps me into a hug.
I swallow numerous times to get my horny cock in check.
Thankfully, it does the trick. My hot blood calming slowly.
“Yeah, we came to exercise.”
Claire’s brows wrinkles as she stare questioningly at me. “We?”
At her words, I nod, saying. “Vera and I…”
As if on cue, Vera stumbles out of the other room, looking like a worn out girl. Her face that usually holds a smirk of victory is dim without its glint.
When she gets to our side, she passes us a look. However, her face darkens more as Claire slip her hand around my waist, pressing her breasts against my abs.
Vera scowls and walks over to join the Yoga team again.
“I never knew you come here, Claire.” I tell her as I break away from her grip and saunter back to the machine I was using.
Claire rolls her eyes, stepping up close to the squatting machine to lift it up. She adjusts her pants, stretching her legs at the process. When she drags her pants up, the rubber slaps against her skin with a thwack sound.
“I felt I added a few pounds which, I doubt you’d like. So I thought of losing the few pounds.”
Seriously, she’s trying to lose weight because of
me? I chuckle unnoticeably at that.
So lame of her. Jeez. Women.
Seconds later, Claire and I continue our exercise and she talks my ears off about the parties she attended to in Paris. She’s a fashion designer and has been working on making her brand a global one.
So, according the her, One of the top designers in Francehas invited her for a pageant where Claire’s newest designs will be put on display.
I try to pay attention to what she’s saying but in
between my mind keep flashing back to the thoughts of Vera.
Claire doesn’t seem to notice it, so I guess I’m doing a great job hiding the whole thing.
However, I do get to steal glances back to know if the stupid, horny yoga instructor still make
advances towards Vera but then I figured the guy was replaced by another.
This new instructor is lean barely in his mid-twenties.
Thank goodness he isn’t a threat to me.
The look on Vera’s face shows just how much annoyed she is. When our eyes clash, she barely
holds my gaze.
Oh, I also noticed something or is it my thinking?
Vera keeps throwing murderous glances at Claire.
When I try to confirm it, Vera totally avoid peeking our way.
“Ouch…” Claire’s voice seep into my ears, halting my thoughts. I take a glance at her and see the way she’s struggling to lift the weight.
“Are you okay?” I ask, getting my hands away from the machine.
In seconds, I find myself right behind her, wanting to help her lift the weight before she gets injured.
She chuckles breathlessly, her waist bent backward while I lean behind her.
“Fuck, I could do with some help, sweetie.” She mutters, breathlessly.
Then, I perch my hands on top of hers, grunting as I help her lift the squat machine.
We both grunt as the weight of the panel strike against our elbows, straining our muscles.
While pulling it up with both our hands, Claire’s round ass brush against my penis
My cock is still semi-hard from my initial encounter withVera, so Claire feel it rub over her buttocks.
“Fuck…” She sings out at the feel of my manhood on herbum.
Damn it, my cock stupidly reacts to her acts.
I hate it, sure ’cause…Vera is just down there…
Before I can finish my thought, Claire swing her globes against my cock…this time, the flesh turn to a rod.
Hard and ready to impale any pussy.
“You’re so hard…” Claire voices from over her shoulder, her eyes gleaming lust.
A wave of sensual heat pulsates within me, I almost pull her against me willingly but I thought better against it.
However, the woman doesn’t stop.
No, she seizes my lost daze to gyrate my dick with her ass.
Rubbing me up and down….
Fucking hell…
I throw a look behind and I see Vera daggering us with her
eyes….
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Vera
He’s a damn hypocrite!
I roar in my mind as my eyes water watching that bitch whizzing her ass on my man’s cock.
And he’s just there…taking it. Enjoying it.
Loving their little gym make out session.
Fuck him!
Isn’t that what he almost hit Martin for doing? For fucking my ass but now, that Claire bitch is gyrating his cock.
Riding on it with all she’s got.
I’m not close enough to hear but I can only imagine the slut moaning as she mops David’s mushroom dick with her globes.
I hate her!
I hate him even more for choosing her over me.
Fuck!
While fuming and pondering heavily on it, I lose balance and fall on the yoga mat.
“Oh, Ms. Vera…are you okay?” The new yoga instructor matches to my side and helps me up.
My cheeks are warm and marred with color.
God, I can’t stop the ball of anger I feel. Nor the spiral of jealousy.
It’s hitting me hard.
“You have to be careful.” The instructor says and I nod all to quickly.
No one knows about the silent battle going on between David and I…. not even the asshole bitch fucking his dick with her buttocks.
I can’t take it no more….
I can’t sit here and watch David enjoy another woman’s ass.
At that, I cuss and scamper away from the queue, moving past David and Claire.
He makes an attempt of chasing after me but Claire yips, making David focus his attention back to her.
Such a shameless
slut!
I cuss her with every breath in me when I burst into the bathroom.
I glare at the mirror as sweat and jealousy drip from me.
I don’t know how long I spent in the bathroom. By the time I return to continue the practice, I figure everybody have stopped practicing.
Some women cluster by the end of the wall with their towels, drying their damp body.
David also isn’t there but Claire is.
“…Really? Today?” I hear Claire’s words as she talk with one of the women in
the yoga class.
“Yes. It’s just to celebrate his return from Germany. It’s really been years.” The woman says.
I just hold onto my towel, drying my damp hair.
“Oh, that’s lovely. He definitely deserves
that house party. Surely I’ll be there.” Claire tells her.
I peep and see the golden-blonde haired woman handing something like an invitation to Claire which she accepts.
What’s that for? I wonder but seemingly uninterested, I turn to catch up with the
others.
But then I hear David’s footsteps and immediately, Claire burst out.
“Will you be my date to Anita’s house party today?” She ask David. I don’t look because I don’t
want to see the look of lust he has in his eyes for her. “Say yes, sweetie.” She probes him.
Unthinkingly, David utters. “Fine then.”
Jealousy pitch a tent inside me. He’s going to go there with that slime bitch? I think.
“Vera let’s get going!”
David’s voice impale my ears and I shudder.
I turn and give him a quick look before Claire usher him outside.
I don’t know why he’s doing this. If he’s going to have a woman while I can’t have a man for myself, he’s kidding.
When I notice they’re out of my sight, I turn to the woman and sputter.
“Can I also attend your…house party?”
I guess the way I rushed the words surprises her
because her eyes are wide like saucers.
“You want to…”
Before she’s able to form the question completely, I utter.
“Yes.”
Still shocked, she slips out an invitation and…hands it to me.
I look at it feeling a sense of fulfillment.
“It’s start by nine p. m.” She says and I nod.
If David’s going to enjoy another woman tonight, then so will I enjoy another man tonight.
I’m up for the challenge.
To be continued…