The gym was empty, just the hum of AC and the scent of rubber mats. My workout was done, but my body buzzed with leftover energy, a low thrum between my legs. Fuck it. I needed release.

I slipped into the dimly lit stretching area, my leggings already damp with sweat. My mind raced—the thought of being caught only made my cunt clench tighter. I leaned against a padded bench, my ass pressing into the firm surface. My hands slid under my tight tank top, fingers pinching my nipples through my sports bra. They were hard little nubs, aching for attention.

I let out a shaky breath, my palm sliding down my flat stomach, over the slick fabric of my leggings. I could feel the heat of my pussy through it, a swollen, needy pulse. I hooked my thumbs into the waistband and tugged, peeling the leggings and my soaked thong down to my thighs. The cool air hit my wet slit, making me gasp.

My fingers dove right in, spreading my slick folds. My clit was a hard, throbbing bead, and I circled it with two fingers, slow at first, then faster. The sound was obscene—wet, squelching noises as I fucked my own hole with my digits. I imagined it was someone else’s thick cock stretching me open, filling me up. My other hand gripped the bench edge, knuckles white.

I bent over further, presenting my bare ass to the empty room. My fingers plunged deeper, curling to hit that spongy spot inside that made my legs shake. “Fuck