FEELS

He grunted before continuing onto his 47th pull up. At a pace of 1 pull up every 3 seconds, we weren't too far from the goal.

I walked up to him slowly, his back facing me, no mirrors to help him. I stalked very slowly towards him. We were alone in the gym, no music or other distractions so he could hear my footsteps very clearly.

I stopped right behind him, his waist right at my eye level. He stopped moving, dangling from the bar with his arms straight.

I reached up to the middle of his chest, and firmly placed my hands on his abs, making sure i felt every dip, every vein, every bump on his skin. I bit back a moan.

The sweet scent of his sweat. The same sweat that glistened from his pores onto his smooth skin served as a lubricant as my hands slowly slid down his more-than-toned body and stopped right at his hips.

With a smile on my face, I let my hands follow the natural shape of his body and traced along his v-line without stopping, knowing he was reaching his limit.

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FEELS - pettymfs