STEPDADDY DIARIES

After Hours at the Gym I

Gabriel wiped sweat from his brow as he stepped into the empty gym at 9 p.m. The place was supposed to be closed, but the owner, his best friend, had given him a key months ago.

He needed the late-night solitude after another long shift at the hospital. The lights over the free-weight area were still on, and the sound of a barbell clinking against the floor made him pause.

There was only one other person he knew who'd be there at that hour, a person he'd given a spare key to. Kayda, his stepdaughter.

She was lying on the bench press in nothing but a tiny sports bra and the shortest spandex shorts he had ever seen. Her abs glistened with sweat. Her n*****s poked hard against the thin fabric. She racked the bar, sat up, and grinned when she saw him.

"Didn’t think you’d show tonight," she said, voice low and teasing. She stood, walked over, and stopped just close enough that he could smell her skin which smelt like sandalwood, vanilla, and something spicy. "I'm glad you showed up though, unless I would've been here for nothing again."

Gabriel’s eyes instinctively dropped to the way her shorts rode up between her thighs, outlining the smooth lips of her p***y. He walked to where she was as if in a trance then swallowed hard. "Kayda, what do you—"

She cut him off by grabbing his wrist and guiding his hand between her legs. The fabric was soaked. Her heat pulsed against his palm. "I’ve been wet for you for a long time, I can't keep pretending I don't need you."

He should have pulled away but instead his fingers pressed harder, rubbing the soaked crotch of her shorts against her c**t. Kayda moaned softly and rocked her hips. Her hand found the front of his gym shorts and squeezed his already-hard c**k through the cotton.

"You need to lock the door first, Gabe," she whispered.

Gabriel turned quickly to lock the door and the second he got back to her, Kayda dropped to her knees right there on the rubber mats.

She yanked his shorts down, and his c**k sprang free, thick, veined and already leaking. She wrapped both hands around the shaft and licked a slow stripe from base to tip, collecting the precum on her tongue before swallowing it. Then she opened wide and took him deep, lips stretching around his girth until her nose brushed his trimmed pubic hair.

Gabriel’s head fell back and his hand fisted in her ponytail, following her rhythm. Kayda gagged softly but didn’t stop, throat working around him, spit running down his balls. She pulled off only to suck each heavy ball into her mouth, rolling them with her tongue while her hand stroked his c**k in long, wet pulls.

"f**k…you're so…good…Kayda," he growled.

She stood, peeled the sports bra over her head, and let her full t**s bounce free, her n*****s, dark and tight. She shoved her shorts down, kicked them aside, and turned around, bending over the nearest weight bench.

Then she reached back and spread her ass cheeks, showing him everything. Her smooth, glistening p***y and the tight pink ring of her asshole.

"Come and take it, Gabe" she said. "I’ve wanted you inside me for so long."