Wetter and Wetter

Sea of Sin

Usually, your gym visits never ended up being quite this exciting.
On average, you just came in, did your exercising, maybe made small talk with other gym members.
And usually, you kept to yourself. You were too nervous around most people; either they looked too intimidating to talk to, or... you knew that your eyes did tend to wander (not that you ever got caught for looking).

Today was your "unlucky" day, so to speak. The gym was pretty empty today, for what reason you were unsure. You were running on the treadmill, listening to some 80s synthpop music, when someone tapped on your shoulder. Pulling your earbud out of your ear, and placing the treadmill on pause, you turn around to face an older gentleman who was standing behind you. He was older in the way you knew time was treating him well. He was slightly taller than you, and had salt and pepper hair that was slicked back with sweat from what you assumed may have been vigorous exercise. A face complimented by the same coloration of scruff. A large nose that accented his face in such a perfect way. He was quite handsome, and someone who was aware that he was, too.

"Excuse me? I normally wouldn't ask a stranger this, but I need a spotter., "My best friend Martin, well, he's out sick with a cold. And it seems to be that we may be the only two in this gym." he asked, with a smile; a really nice one at that. "That or everyone's just suddenly disappeared." he said with a chuckle.

Your face flustered a slight pink as you took out your other earbud.
"Uh. Yeah, I don't see the harm in that. The name is Y/N, by the way." you replied, giving the older gentleman a soft smile.

He smiled in return, his eyes squinting up in an adorable way. He nodded in response and replied.
"My name's Dave, nice to meet you."
You smiled. "It's nice to meet you.".
You followed Dave towards the bench, watching him as he explains what exactly it is he needs you to do. While he's doing so, your eyes wander a bit.
He's shirtless, revealing a rather fit body, his upper chest adorned with a unique tattoo of a bird, and a few that decorated his arms, such as a celtic cross on one arm, a snake and roses on the other. At his hips rested a pair of black basketball shorts. You swore as he shifted around while he explained what he needed you to do, you saw his hard-on and the thought of that makes you snap back to what you think is the end of Dave's explanation.

"So just...don't let this fall on me and choke me, ok?" he said as you watched him lay down on the bench.
You nodded, taking position by his head where the weights resided. You watched and helped him grab the weights so he could start his weight training. Your eyes wandered yet again to the now slightly growing bulge in his black basketball shorts. As imagination took hold, you dazed off into a steamy daydream of what you and this stranger you just met could do.
The idea of him pinning you to a wall while he fingered you relentlessly, covering your mouth so no one else heard you. Sliding down his shorts in a secluded corner of the gym, watching his hard erection just pop right out of his shorts. Staring up at him as you took the length of his erect cock down your throat. Being bent in front of the mirror, watching Dave fuck you from behind as he pulled your hair, whispering how much of a whore you were, how you liked watching yourself being fucked, how you loved the idea of being watched. The mere idea of what his moans may sound like sent shivers up your spine.
You only came to after a particularly loud grunt that sounded like a struggle, looking down and helping him place the weight back on the rest it belonged on.
Dave sat up, turning to look at you to thank you, but noticing the growing blush on your cheeks and your struggle to maintain eye-contact made him think you might have not been all that focused during spotting.
"Hey."
You turn to look at Dave, who is now closer than you expected him to get.
"Y-yeah?" you stutter out awkwardly, doing your best to maintain eye-contact with the salt and pepper haired gentleman in front of you.
There is a long pause before he speaks, and there is this tension of what feels like a moment where he could just lean down and kiss you if he wanted to, and it drives you mad.
"Thank you for helping me. If I see you around later, maybe you can help me again if I need it." he said with a wink before he slowly walked off.
You watched him walk away and felt like one of those cartoon characters whose eyes turned to hearts and had their own heart cartoonishly beating out of their chest.
You walk towards another machine to try to finish your own exercises before heading to the sauna.