"Okay, Max. See you tomorrow. And please try coming on time," Mia said, flashing a friendly-but-firm smile to the middle-aged man grabbing his water bottle.
"Thanks, Mia," he said, catching his breath and wiping his forehead.
A younger guy nearby chuckled between bicep curls. "You really push them, huh?"
"They love it. You did too," Mia said, letting her gaze sweep over his lean, muscular frame.
"I did," he said with a smirk. "Got a girlfriend now."
"She must be really young. Can't see straight," Mia teased, stepping a little closer.
"Funny."
"What is this, Ray?" she said, voice dipping lower, playful but loaded. "You've locked yourself up in this boring little cage. Break the chains, dude."
Before he could respond, she closed the distance, her voice low and sultry. "What is this, Ray? You've locked yourself in a cage. Break the chains, baby." Her body pressed flush against his, the swell of her breasts grazing his chest. She tilted her head up, whispering into his ear, "How about one last round... for old time's sake?"
Ray glanced around — a few people were scattered in the corners of the gym, too distracted to care.
Without another word, he wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her close as they moved quickly toward the locker room.
As soon as they slipped inside, Mia shoved him against a row of lockers, the metal clanging under the impact. She yanked up his shirt, revealing his firm, glistening abs — and immediately lowered her mouth, licking slowly, tracing each cut with her tongue.
Mia's tongue traced along Ray's abs, tasting the salt of his sweat. Her fingers slid down, yanking his shorts and briefs down in one move, letting his cock spring free — already rock hard and pulsing.
"Still the same," she muttered, licking her lips as she looked up. "Maybe even better."
Ray's breath hitched as she stood up, peeled off her sports bra, her chest glistening from the heat of the workout. Her tight, toned body glowed under the gym's harsh lights, her long braided ponytail falling over one shoulder. She grabbed the waistband of her pants and pushed them down, revealing a barely-there thong.
She stepped into him again, pressing their sweaty bodies together, her hand wrapping around his cock, stroking him slowly, firmly.
"Been thinking about this for a while," she whispered against his ear. "Let's see if you still remember how I like it."
Ray didn't need more. He pulled her close, lips crashing against hers, hands sliding down to grip her ass. She moaned into his mouth, then pulled away just enough to guide him backward onto the bench behind them.
"Sit."
He dropped onto the bench, cock standing tall, eyes locked on her as she stepped forward, one foot up between his thighs. She reached between her legs, tugged the thong to the side, and straddled him slowly, lowering herself onto him inch by inch until she was fully seated.
"Fuck…" she gasped, her nails digging into his shoulders.
Ray grunted, holding her hips as she began to ride — slow at first, grinding deep, savoring the stretch and pressure. Their sweat mixed as she moved, the room echoing with wet slaps and soft moans.
"Still feel so fucking good," she murmured, locking eyes with him, her hips starting to pick up speed.
Ray's hands roamed over her back, gripping tight, matching her rhythm. She was aggressive, but not in control — this was mutual. Hot, messy, and driven by pure lust.
They kissed again, hungry and sloppy, as their bodies moved in sync. Her braid swung with every bounce, her breath hitching each time she slammed down harder.
He leaned in, sucked one of her nipples into his mouth, and she let out a sharp gasp.
"Yes—right there…"
She rode him faster, chasing the high, and he met her thrust for thrust, gripping her tighter, driving deeper. Her thighs trembled, her head tilted back, a loud moan ripping out of her as her orgasm hit — hard and full-body.
Ray wasn't far behind. A few more pumps and he groaned, spilling deep inside her as his head dropped against her chest.
They stayed locked together, panting, bodies twitching from the intensity.
After a moment, Mia stood, pulling her pants up without shame, hair stuck to her neck, sweat dripping down her spine.
She looked at him, still catching his breath on the bench.
"Next time," she said, smirking, "I want you on that floor mat."
Ray laughed, shaking his head. "You haven't changed."
"Neither have you," she said, tossing him his shirt.
Ray leaned back against the locker, still catching his breath, hair damp with sweat. "You made a real mess out of me," he said, half-laughing, half-exhausted.
Mia, already pulling her pants back up, turned to him with that wicked grin. "Then I guess I'll have to wash that mess off you."
He shook his head, immediately sensing where this was going. "No. I'm good. I can do it alone."
She stepped closer, unbothered, still topless, still glowing. "Too late," she whispered — and before he could move, she grabbed his wrist and tugged him forward.
"Mia—"
"You should know better by now," she said, dragging him toward the private trainers' shower tucked in the back of the gym.
They slipped inside, the room warm and misty from earlier use. Mia locked the door behind them and kicked off her shoes, already peeling her pants back down.
Ray stood there, half-dressed and torn between resisting and giving in.
Mia stepped under the stream, the water soaking her skin instantly, running down her toned body, highlighting every curve. She turned, looked at him, and raised an eyebrow.
"Well?"
Ray sighed, grinning, then followed, stepping under the spray with her.
They didn't speak.
Water poured over their bodies as Mia pushed him gently against the tiled wall. Their lips met again, fast and wet, her body already pressed against his. He was already half-hard again — it didn't take much.
Her hand slid between them, stroking him slowly under the water, her other hand bracing on his chest.
"You've got one more in you, don't you?" she asked, biting his lower lip.
"I think you already know the answer."
She turned around, bracing both hands on the wall, looking back over her shoulder. "Then don't waste time."
Ray stepped forward, gripped her hips, and slid inside. The hot water, the slick skin, the sound of their bodies meeting under the stream — everything blurred into pure sensation.
He thrust into her with force, their wet skin slapping loud in the echo of the tile-walled room. Mia moaned with each stroke, pushing back, meeting him with the same intensity.
Her braid clung to her wet back, swaying with every movement. He grabbed it, pulling gently as he drove deeper.
"Yes—fuck—just like that," she gasped, the water pounding down on both of them.
They came hard — Mia's grip slipping on the tiles as she cried out, Ray right behind her, groaning as he held her tight, both of them shaking under the heat of the water and the rush of release.
They stayed like that for a second, bodies pressed, steam swirling around them.
Finally, Mia turned, kissed him softly, then stepped out of the shower like nothing happened.
"Now you're clean," she smirked, wrapping a towel around her chest.
Ray leaned against the wall, water still pouring down, completely drained.
"And I'm completely wrecked," he muttered.
"Better hit the weights, then," she teased, grabbing her clothes. "Because I'm not done with you yet."