I wiped the sweat from my brow as I stepped onto the treadmill, the rhythmic pounding of my feet against the rubber belt matching the pounding of my heart. It wasn't the cardio that was getting me worked up, though. No, it was the sight of the gorgeous woman on the elliptical machine next to me, her lithe body glistening with perspiration as she pumped her hips in a way that made me wonder what other kinds of pumping she was into.
I tried to focus on my breathing, on the steady pace of my run, but it was no use. My eyes kept drifting back to her, drinking in the way her sports bra hugged her ample breasts, the way her toned thighs flexed with each step. I could feel my c**k starting to stir in my shorts, and I prayed that the loose fabric would hide my growing arousal.
Suddenly, she turn
