This continues from Part 1 and Part 2, but it’s the start of a new story arc, so can of course be read standalone too :)

It is a mesmerizing sight. Her long, dark-brown hair in a ponytail, swaying rhythmically over her shoulders; droplets of sweat running freely down her back and slim waist as she bounces; the movements of her ass and thighs…

“Hey,” Jake whispers while waving his clipboard in my face, “you listenin’? Eyes on the checklist, not the girl.”

“Sorry,” I say sheepishly, and tear my eyes from the young woman running on the threadmill.

I rub my neck and forearms as we go over the handover list for the nightshift. It’s been a tiring day, but at least it’s the off-season, so I usually had the entire gym and spa facility to myself. Well, maybe not tonight, I think as I glance again at the only guest using the gym.

“Oh and that girl you obviously starin’ at?” he points at the threadmill. “That’s Jenna. Supposedly an influencer or somethin’. Keep her happy so she says good stuff about us on Instagram or TikTok or wherever, alright?”

I look more closely at her. Is that her camera on a tripod, videoing her workout? “Sure thing, Jake. I’ll make sure fluffy white towels are by her side all the time,” I say with a laugh.

“Yeah. Fluffy as clouds. Lay ‘em on the ground she walks. See ya, bud.”

~~

I hug the edge of the gym to avoid the camera, while carrying a 5-gallon bottle to refill the water dispenser in the corner.

Jenna had just ended her run and was sitting on a bench to catch her breath. Perspiration is glistening on her flushed, heart-shaped face, and with every heavy breath her chest heaves under her light pink sports bra.

She looks at me walking as close to the wall as I can and laughs. “What…? Hey, it’s alright! You know that video-editing is a thing, right?” She has a light, breezy voice, like her words are the ones walking on fluffy towels.

I grunt as I heave the heavy bottle up and into the opening. A luxury hotel, using a budget water dispenser, typical. “Oof. There we go.”

I turn and smile professionally at her, “It’s alright, ma’am. Just don’t want to accidentally get on your… wherever that’s going.” I gesture at the camera.

“Instagram,” she says with a playful smile as she gets up from the bench, “and don’t ma’am me.”

She gazes at me curiously as she walks over, as if she is sizing me up, and I can’t help but notice the faint outline of her nipples in the fabric of her sports bra, and how her yoga pants hug her hips and thighs.

I dispense a paper cup of water for her when she approaches, but she just walks up to me, puts a hands on her toned, sweaty waist, and raises a brow with amusement. I notice that she has dark brown eyes and a cute chin.

“Did you just pour water for me? What, did that Jeff-or-whatever-his-name-was ask you to treat me like a princess?”

“Jake. And yeap, basically,” I laugh, feeling silly with the tiny paper cup in my hand.

“You go ahead and drink that,” she says as she prods my arm playfully to move me aside, and pours herself a cup. “You look like you’re dehydrated, with those shredded forearms of yours.”

I frown and look down at my arms. They are muscular, but not that-

She gives me a winning smile. “So, you gonna spot me, or what?”

~~

“Mmmmph…” Jenna exhales hard on the bench while pushing the dumbbells up.

“Great job, Jenna. Just three more reps.” Standing over her, my hands near her wrists for support, I remember the encounter with Ash this afternoon, how she tugged at my pants from a similar position…

“I can count, you know,” she looks up at me with a smirk. “Are you a gym trainer or something?”

“No… a massage therapist, actually. Just on duty here. Part of the job.” Another rep. I had to steady her wrists a little for this one.

Jenna looks up at me from the bench and grins. “So you’re saying they stuck you in the nightshift and you’re disappointed that there’s someone here working out so you can’t nod off at the desk.”

I laugh. “Something like that. And I heard you’re an influencer?” Final rep, and I had to hold her wrists gently to finish it.

“Something like that,” Jenna says with a grin as she sits up on the bench. I can’t help but stare at her cleavage, damp with sweat and heaving above her sports bra with each pant from her workout. Her nipples, straining against the fabric, are even more visible now.

“And my eyes are up here,” she adds playfully.

“I…”

“It’s alright, I was having a good look at your abs while you spotted me too. You really should invest in tighter shirts, you know.”

She reaches out to me, lifts the bottom edge of my shirt, and playfully peeks in. “Can I touch?” she asks softly and bites her lower lip a little.

I feel my cock start to readjust itself in my trackpants. “… yeah. But isn’t that timelapse of yours still running?”

“Video-editing is a thing, remember?” she says distractedly as she runs her fingers under my shirt, and touches my torso. “Do… any other hotel guests come here at night?”

I move closer to Jenna, put a hand on her shoulder, and rub it a little. “No… but it would be a bit risky…”

As she moves her hand further along my abs, her elbow accidentally bumps the growing tent in my pants. “Well,” she says cheekily, “we better not waste any time, then.”

As she stands, maintaining eye contact, abs contact, and a playful smile, I let my own hand run slowly from her shoulder to her wrist, and I gently press her palm down on my torso, encouraging her.

“For now, though… you’re the only guest in the whole spa,” I reply with a grin. “How may I be of service… ma’am?”

~~

I let Jenna explore my body—she is tentative at first, then more confidently leans into what she desires.

She unbuttons my linen shirt and runs her fingers down the center of my pecs, then my hard abs. I watch as she touches and strokes my torso playfully, and then help her shrug my shirt off completely.

I’m not monstrously large by any means, but I’ve kept fit after years as an athlete—and it didn’t hurt that I’ve often worked in world-class gyms like this one.

She bites her lower lip at the sight, then runs both hands over me, smiling with satisfaction when light contact with my nipple elicits a whispered moan from me, and when the tent in my pants strains more as she runs a finger lower.

I watch as she explores—a hot Instagram star in her early twenties allowed to do whatever she wants with a muscular massage therapist.

A girl with tens of thousands of ogling viewers, who has drained countless balls with her pictures, who is pushed around by the whims of fans’ desires, now finally allowed to take her time with a man…

She steps closer to me, and I can see that her breathing is growing heavier. She snakes a hand around to my back, while my own fingers stroke down her waist and rest on the curve of her ass, covered only by yoga pants.

And she runs an index finger along the groove of my Adonis belt, and just into the elastic of my sweatpants and briefs. She looks up at me with a naughty smile as she feels me. “Shaved?”

“Just feels neater,” I return with a grin. I notice she looks flushed.

Her hand runs across my torso from my back to rest on my pecs, while her other hand snakes lower into my pants, and finds the top of my very erect shaft.

“This is a gym and spa, right?” she asks with a whisper while looking into my eyes. “After that run, I might need a shower, maybe a massage… or a soak in a hot tub…”

~~

She takes off her sports bra slowly in front of the luxurious shower. Her very erect light brown nipples stand out from her cream-colored teardrop breasts that hang over a tiny waist.

She sees me staring, laughs, and tosses her sports bra at my face, “my eyes are up here, remember?”

And then she bends over and peels off her yoga pants slowly, revealing long, slim thighs, a cute bubble butt, and a completely bald pussy.

“What?” she asks as she runs a finger seductively up her slit. “Just feels neater, right?”

She grins and steps backward into the steamy rain shower. As the water drips all over her naked body, she gestures come here with her finger.

~~

My cock is resting on Jenna’s tummy, while I soap up her bare ass and back in long strokes. She purses her lips at me, then playfully kisses and licks my chest, wet from the rain shower all around us.

I give a low moan when she gives my nipple a slow lick, and again when she moves a hand down my abs, closing her fingers around my rock-hard shaft.

“You like that?” she whispers with a smirk.

“… yeah,” I reply breathlessly as she starts to stroke.

As she works my cock, I start to work her front, running my soapy hands all over slim waist, and the curves of her breasts. When my fingers reach her nipples she gasps, grips my cock harder, and leans into me for support.

I reach lower, and soap up her tummy, and then her shaved mound, and my fingers find her bare pussy, and her lips, wet from the shower and her juices.

“Nnngghhh… fuck…” she presses her forehead into my pecs as she writhes from my touch. And then she moans when my fingers rub and stroke her lips and around her clit.

I take a step, then another, and push her against the slick marble wall of the shower. With my fingers still on her pussy, and hers on my painfully-erect cock, she breathes hard while pressed against the wall. Her ample chest heaves and she looks at me with eyes wide with longing.

I lean down over her, and kiss and lick slowly down her wet neck and shoulder, while one hand fondles and rubs her hard nipples and the other starts to rub her clit gently.

Jenna gasps and whimpers, her sounds of pleasure drowned out by the shower.

I kiss lower, down her breast, and she moans when I take a hard nipple into my mouth and swirls it urgently with my tongue. At the same time my fingers find her moist center, and slowly enter as she writhes against the wall.

As I fuck Jenna with my finger, she starts to thrust against my hand, and I feel her body shudder while she whispers a strained, “fuck…”.

Suddenly, she holds my face, pulling me up from her shapely breasts. With one hand still on my cock, her other hand holds my fingers that were on her pussy. “Wait…” she says while panting.

She glances at me lustily, then leans in, and gives my pecs a playful lick. Then she goes lower, kissing and licking slowly down my abs, until she is on her knees, with my throbbing, wet cock just in front of her face.

She looks up at me.

With water dripping down her breasts, she slicks her long, dark-brown hair back to make sure I have a good view, and slowly leans in to kiss the tip of my cock.

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