Gym Buddy Perv Fantasy Erotica Short ~by Eevee I was rathe..

Gym Buddy Perv Fantasy Erotica Short ~by Eevee I was rather made up when I thought I had found a reliable gym buddy, someone to work out with and have a giggle while we struggle through new stretches and routines together. But you just like all the rest! I expected to find you waiting for me in the gym café, maybe browsing through Instagram or catching up on the latest news…maybe even listening to a podcast. I didn’t expect to find you perving over my OnlyFans! What a creep! How long has this been going on? My mind is racing, so may ideas shooting through my head. Should I confront you? Should I play the long game? You still haven’t noticed I’ve arrived, so I decide to keep it my secret for now…let my mind conjure something up during our gym time. I decide to tease you, REALLY tease you. I position myself too close during our floor stretches. I complain I can’t fee the stretch in my legs and have you kneel between my hips and push my legs. I moan… “oh yeah…just there….keep going….that’s it”. I make sure to be just a little too loud, grabbing the attention on the other girls in the area, making them giggle; they know what’s going on. I wait until the very end of our entire exercise routine when you are laying on the floor exhausted, sweat soaking your clothes and making them stick to your body. I drop onto all fours on top of you, my face uncomfortably close to yours. “Seems you’ve found another of my social media accounts to follow!” You stutter, mumbling your excuses. You have no idea what I’m talking about, you say, there must be some mistake! I pounce forward, my thighs finding your cheeks and squeezing tights, your eyes pop and your lips pout. I mock your pathetic excuses, reaching behind me to flick you in the dick. “Can’t control yourself, can you? Everything comes from this, doesn’t it?! Admit it!” Your mindless mumbling continues. I swiftly spin myself around, but not too quickly for you to dart your eyes around the room…we have an audience. My ass is smothering you now. The only air you can breathe is that of my gym shorts, musty and soaked with sweat; you’re far too exhausted to fight back. “Admit it. Go on. Infront of all these people. Admit you’re a little perv who only thinks with his dick.” I flick it again, finding it straining against the loose material of your gym wear. You can head giggling and chatter around you as you melt with embarrassment. “Mmhphhh mmmm mmmmrrrr!” We all laugh at your feeble attempts at trying to talk with your face squished against my cheeks. “Louder! Say ‘I’m a little perv who only thinks with his dick’! You’ll run out of air soon!” “Mmmm rrr murrle mmerrrvvv mooo mmmnlmeee mmmnksss mmvvv miirrr mmiikmm!” you call, as your body writes around trying to get free. Laughter erupts around us at your ridiculous attempts at escape. Your body is beginning to go limp now. All that shouting into my shorts is exhausting! I lift myself on my knees a little and you suck in air, damp with my sweat. “One more time, nice and loud!” “I’m a little perv who only thinks with his dick!”, you sob. “There we go, that wasn’t hard was it?” I smile, lifting myself off you, patting your cheek. I collect my water bottle and saunter off to the changing rooms, leaving you a puffing, embarrassed pile on the floor. The audience disperses to continue their workout. This will be all over the internet in a minute….