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Caitlyn was fifty-four minutes in showing the treadmill who’s in charge.
Despite the otherwise revoltingly excessive nature of the Kiramman estate, the upstairs gym sure was still a very nice space to have access to. It was always reliable if she wanted to blow off some steam in peace. It wasn’t an all-inclusive gym by any means, but it had the necessary equipment to even build some muscle with items such as a squat rack with a pull-up bar, along with some weights.
Caitlyn however mostly enjoyed the exercise mats and foam rollers, but most importantly the beautiful view she could see through the floor-to-ceiling windows from her treadmill, which could even be opened to let inside a refreshing breeze and sounds of wind and nature. Any noise from the city could barely be heard as the gym faced away from it. As an exercise and health freak, Caitlyn came here almost every day to enjoy some alone time. It was therapeutic. Sometimes though, she liked company.
The large wooden door to the gym opened, and in walked an energetic pink-haired woman with a bag hanging off her broad shoulders and a big smirk plastered on her terribly attractive face.
“Sup, Cupcake?”
The corners of Caitlyn’s mouth turned upward involuntarily before the turned her head slightly to look at her friend and acknowledge her presence. The state she was in didn’t really enable her to speak anything in greeting, as this was the fastest pace she had ever set on the treadmill, and she was heavily panting.
“How long you got left there?” Vi slowly walked closer to her while taking a drink from her water bottle. Caitlyn mustered the energy to look at her again and slightly raise her hand with five fingers up.
“Oh, good”, Vi replied. She stepped right next to the treadmill to check Caitlyn’s pace. She was almost at nine miles. “Holy shit, Caitlyn, you’ve gone mad.”
Caitlyn hit her with the best smug expression she could muster. Impressed, Vi moved in front of Caitlyn and the treadmill to lean against it. She grinned and stared at her with a flirty pair of eyes. Caitlyn did catch her doing a once-over and lingering her gaze below her neck for just a bit longer than what was appropriate. Caitlyn was secretly of course more than happy about it.
“Wow, Cupcake. You trying to impress me? I mean you do that daily, but my lord. I don’t think I’ll be able to keep in my pants now.”
Pretty much her whole body was red from the exertion, so any furious blushing that might have occurred could not have been recognised.
Caitlyn smiled and reached at Vi to push her away with her palm against her face.
“EW! Your hand is so sweaty and gross!” she dramatically exclaimed, not being able to hide her chuckle.
A huff amongst her panting gave away Caitlyn’s amusement.
Vi moved towards the squat rack as she gave some final encouraging words to Caitlyn over her shoulder:
“Just a bit more to go, keep it up, champ! You got it.”
Vi leaned her hands against the bar resting on the squat rack and let out a breath she just noticed she was holding. Caitlyn certainly was easy on the eyes. With each step her midnight blue hair was waggling around in the high ponytail Vi was weak for. But her toned body that was hugged only by a sports bra and tight shorts that matched her hair, was just glistening with sweat. Her figure, goodness, that waist, was something out of a painting and her large tits and perfect ass had Vi hungry as they bounced around. She was whipped. It felt like each passing day her desire for her work partner grew stronger and stronger. These weekly sessions at the Kiramman gym were each time a test for Vi’s willpower.
Sometimes Caitlyn engaged back at Vi’s overtly flirty remarks, and if she didn’t, she certainly never got actually mad at them. But ultimately, Vi wasn’t sure if Caitlyn saw her at all in the same light as she did. So she just continued doing what she always did, happy of course with any time spent with Caitlyn, but always yearning for something more. Not just sexually, but romantically. Caitlyn’s humor, intelligence, attentiveness, and constant support left her wanting to essentially spend every minute with the woman. But with all of these traits in mind comes along the thought of her being completely out of her league. Take what you can get.
Vi glanced at Caitlyn again, shook her head and put some plates on the bar.
She just got done with her first set of squats when she noticed the beeping of the treadmill and Caitlyn stepping her feet on the sides of the machine to rest. After a few gasps of air she clumsily stepped off it to flop down on an exercise mat to lie on her back. Vi sauntered over to her and crouched next to her head.
“Still gotta keep your head up for a bit, Cupcake”, Vi said with a warm smile.
Still panting, Caitlyn looked at her and just let out a sound, but didn’t move a muscle.
“You force my hand.”
Vi shifted a bit behind her to lift her to a lazy sitting position, letting her lean on Vi’s front with the whole weight of her upper body. Caitlyn’s head was leaning against her shoulder. She nuzzled her face a bit closer to Vi’s neck and let out a quiet, content hum.
“Ugh. Still sweaty and gross.”
Caitlyn huffed.
“Nice run though. You know you could probably just go and compete if you wanted to, right? I don’t think anyone would have a chance against you and your long ass legs.”
Caitlyn lazily swatted her shoulder with the back of her hand as the took a big swig of her sports drink to get some energy back.
“Not interested. Besides my legs are completely normal”, she said, smiling, turning her head to look at Vi.
“No, they’re definitely something else.”
“Violet!” she hissed, swatting her again.
“Ouch! I’m just observing, Cupcake”, she grinned.
“You’re impossible. Go do your squats, you’re slacking. I’ll start stretching while you’re busy.”
Vi playfully groaned and got up from behind Caitlyn. Caitlyn noticed that she immediately missed the contact.
“Whatever. I know you just want to watch me. But then again I suppose I should let you, as a reward for your accomplished strides”, Vi said cockily. This time she could see her get a bit flustered in response.
“Oh, shut up.”
Caitlyn leant back, stretching her quads. Vi was on her third set of squats and Caitlyn just couldn’t keep her eyes away from her. It really was unfair how this woman was built. Wide hips, gorgeous ass and legs supported a sturdy upper body. The whole package was absolutely ripped, but still soft in all the right places. And good lord, how those tattoos glistened on her sweaty skin. Vi’s outfit was very similar to her own in that it was very revealing. Vi’s shorts were only more akin to basketball shorts – a bit looser. Caitlyn gulped.
It was never a dull moment with her. Not only is it completely effortless and incredibly fun to talk to Vi, but their conversations and the sound of her voice always give her butterflies. Her honesty, liveliness and almost cocky confidence left her head over heels for her.
At times like these, when they were one-on-one, she was on her toes more and more. These sessions had started to become the most exciting part of her week.
A grunt coming from Vi’s direction interrupted her thoughts and shot a warm shiver through her body. She bit her lip. How has nothing still happened between them, she wondered.
Caitlyn was a big fan of change and progress. This can’t go on like this. So, she thought of a naughty idea.
Vi let out a big breath after racking the bar, happy with herself and her set. And the fact that she had noticed Caitlyn checking her out multiple times.
“Are you done with your sets?” Caitlyn asked.
“Yeah, you need something?”
“Um, yes. I could use your uh… help with some stretches.”
Vi narrowed her eyes a bit at Caitlyn’s subtly mischievous expression. “Huh. Okay Cupcake, I’ll just put these plates back.”
After the plates were put neatly in their rightful place, Vi sauntered over. “Right. What kind of stretches are you doing where you suddenly require assistance?” she asked playfully.
“Oh, just the usual ones. But, you know, I still can’t quite do the splits and such, so I thought maybe I could speed up the process a bit with your helping hand”, she pitched.
Vi grinned. “Sure, Cupcake. I’ll stretch you out.”
What surprised Vi was the fact that instead of getting flustered or scolding Vi, Caitlyn just grinned back and subtly bit her lip.
“Mhm. Okay, so, let me just…” Caitlyn put her left leg forward and right leg behind. Her crotch was only an inch or so from the ground.
Vi was standing behind her, trying not to stare at her ass, failing miserably.
Caitlyn looked over her shoulder and up to Vi. “Okay, so could you just um… put your hands on my hips and press me down?”
Vi quickly lifted her gaze from her ass to her eyes. “Y-yeah, sure.”
She knelt down, carefully placed her hands on her hips and very gently pressed down.
“Mm, harder, please”, Caitlyn said breathily.
What the fuck is happening? Vi thought.
She gripped a bit harder and pressed down more.
Caitlyn touched down and hissed. “Yes. Keep ‘em there.”
Vi looked up to the ceiling and took a deep breath in a way Caitlyn couldn’t hear. Vi couldn’t see Caitlyn hiding her smirk.
Caitlyn wasn’t done with her little idea after getting Vi’s help on the splits with the positions of her legs reversed.
“Mm… that felt good”, she smirked at Vi, who seemed positively on edge. “I could use your help on a couple more, is that okay?”
“Uhh… yeah. Sure, Cupcake.”
“Excellent.”
Caitlyn got on her stomach and pushed up her upper body with her hands to do the seal stretch.
“Okay. Just, you know… sit on my ass and pull my shoulders a bit, please.” This time Caitlyn was sure something in Vi’s gaze changed. Caitlyn hoped that she was maybe catching on to her ulterior motives.
The corners of Vi’s lips turned just slightly upward. “Yeah. I can do that.”
Vi set her knees on either side of Caitlyn and lowered herself to sit on her butt. Unsurprisingly, it was the most comfortable pillow Vi had ever felt. She gripped Caitlyn’s shoulders, this time a bit stronger, a bit more boldly, and pulled back.
“Mm yeah, that’s good, Vi.” Caitlyn was laying it on thick.
Vi’s mind was running wild. I must be dreaming. There were no two ways about it: Caitlyn was flirting with her, heavy, and it seemed like she was taking this whole thing somewhere. Vi couldn’t wait to find out where. So, she played along.
She subtly shifted her hands from Caitlyn’s shoulders closer to her neck and leaned towards her ear. “Is my assistance adequate enough, hmm?”
Vi’s eyes widened at what very much sounded like a moan. Caitlyn blushed, surprised at Vi’s bold ministrations and surprised at herself over the sound she just let out.
She cleared her throat. “Y-yes, it’s um… exactly what I needed.”
“Uh-huh. Still got some more moves?”
“At least one, if you don’t mind”, she breathed.
“Of course, Cupcake.”
“Right, so um… Can you just move back a bit?”
Vi removed her hands and shifted her knees so she was sitting on the backs of her knees.
“This good?”
“Oh, uh, just a bit more. And let me just…”
They ended up with Caitlyn still on her stomach but with her legs now slightly open, so Vi was on her knees, sitting on her own ankles between Caitlyn’s own.
Caitlyn peeked behind her shoulder. “Yeah that’s good.” Declaring their positions as adequate, she lifted her ass and pushed it back, right against Vi’s crotch. She arched her back and kept her head between her arms that were stretched out in front of her.
Vi hissed. She was so horny and this close to snapping. She took another deep breath. She didn’t have the presence of mind to try to not make it audible. She couldn’t see Caitlyn positively grinning.
“Yeah, okay. And what are we stretching here, Cupcake?” she asked breathily.
“My shoulders. If you could just… lean forward a bit and press me down from around my shoulder blades.”
She sighed. She had to press hard against Caitlyn’s ass to reach her shoulders.
This time around the sound that Caitlyn made could not be mistaken for anything but a breathy moan.
“Yes, that’s it, Vi.”
Vi had certainly caught on. They couldn’t see each other’s faces, but they were both grinning. Vi was looking down at herself where they were pressed against each other. In this position, Caitlyn’s figure widened so deliciously from her waist towards her buttcheeks that Vi was almost drooling.
Content with the stretch, to hammer her point home she ground her ass just a bit against Vi.
She slowly began to lift up her upper body to end the stretch. “Right, I think that’s – Ah!”
Vi quickly gripped her neck with her left hand and possessively brought her right arm around Caitlyn’s stomach and pressed them flush, so Caitlyn was sitting on Vi’s thighs.
She brought her lips right to Caitlyn’s ear. “Yeah? Was that all the assistance you needed, hm?”
“Oh, fuck”, she hissed. She began more eagerly grinding against her. Vi’s right hand wandered on her stomach and she planted her nose against Caitlyn’s neck.
“Well, Caitlyn?”
“Mmh… n-no. I could use your help with some – ah. Some other things.” she breathed.
Vi moved her hands so her left hand was teasing around Caitlyn’s tits and a few fingers from her right hand slipped just under the waistband of her shorts.
“Oh? And what might that be?” she nibbled Caitlyn’s ear.
“Fuck”, she hissed as she writhed against Vi. Her head lolled back. “I think you know very well.”
“No, Caitlyn. I think you should spell it out for me. What is it that you need assistance with?”
Vi grabbed one of Caitlyn’s tits and let her fingers wander lower to tease her pussy, avoiding her most sensitive spots.
She was sopping wet. “Shit”, Vi hissed.
“God, Vi!” she whined. “I want you to help me make me cum multiple times, fuck!”
Vi groaned. She lifted them both up and flipped Caitlyn around to face her. Their mouths immediately clashed together in a sloppy kiss. As Vi firmly grabbed her asscheeks with both of her hands, Caitlyn’s needy moan came out muffled. Vi lifted her up a bit, and Caitlyn took the hint to put her legs around Vi.
“Let’s take this to the shower, shall we?”