Night at school gym

I've never really believed in ghosts, but when you're on your own in a big empty building like colledge gym, such scepticism can fade.


After an initial shock, however, I saw that it wasn't a phantom. It was one of my classmates -- a very pretty brunette by the name of Kayla.


She was wearing white sneakers, sweatpants and a jacket in the pale blue and white colors of the college gymnastics squad, her long, chocolate brown hair tied back in a ponytail.


I didn't really know Kayla at all -- we both recognised each other from various classes, of course, but I can't say we'd ever shared even a word during college. The place was big -- our social circles just never crossed.

She said: "I'm glad to see you here, boy. This night can be funny"

She smiled, and then tilted her head a little, like she was suddenly thinking about me in a new way. It wasn't particularly exciting, you might say, except that there was a flashlight in her hand.


"What were you thinking to do?" I asked.


She playfully grabbed the flashlight off me, and put the light right back into my face, dazzling me.


I knew gymnasts were supposed to be flexible, but her display caught me a little off-guard.


"Come on," she said, "lets go to my feet."


he really was stunningly beautiful. We settled down, with Kayla sitting on sofa, and me sitting at her feet. She was close enough for me to be able to breathe in her subtle but sweet scent. I savoured her alluring perfume, breathing deeply but trying not to make it too obvious the effect she was having on me.


Then I stuck my proverbial neck out, and said: "So if I'm now under your feet, does that mean you'll play with me in sexual games then as well?"


Her mouth curled into a seductive smile, and she said: "Well, that just depends."


"Depends on what?" I said, innocently enough.


She said, "On how good a licker you are."


Wow. All I can say is wow.


"You must know the perfect way to warm a girl up," she said.


"Happy to be of service," I said.


Kayla drew out the band from her ponytail, and as I kissed her feet.


Kayla now clamping her coltish legs around my body, pressing herself close. I could tell that all her gymnastics training made her extremely strong, as well as flexible.


I kissed my way slowly down from underneath her left ear, down her neck, and her moans grew a little in intensity.


"Oh that's nice," she moaned when I approached the base of her neck.


But then when I moved my fingers to her throat to unzip her training top, I met with resistance.


"Wait," she whispered, "I didn't get time to shower after gymnastics."


"I doesn't matter," I said, with a soothing tone I hoped to encourage her to open up, without feeling in any way forced. "I want you -- just the way you are."


I tasted her lips once again, and felt her resistance melt away, and she was actively unfastening her training jacket by herself, drawing the zip slowly down her chest to reveal the sleek, dark material of her leotard beneath.


I felt her petite frame rise to my touch as my hands roamed over her tight leotard, exploring her tantalising curves. She had a fairly typical gymnast's figure, I guess -- slim and agile, with a flat stomach and small waist, while her breasts were fairly small, they appeared very sensitive to my soft caresses.


She was so hot to the touch, even through her leotard -the material seemed to be a perfect conductor of her heat.


I brushed my palms gently over her chest, finding her nipples hard now, poking up against the thin material. Through her leotard, I teased the little buttons, forcing out some louder moans from Kayla though our lips were still locked firmly together, while her pretty eyes flashed at me with unbridled lust.


As I continued to caress the soft curves of her breasts, grazing her nipples with the tips of my fingers, I slowly kissed my way down her neck once again, taking it further this time without the hindrance of her jacket, to the edge of her gymnastics costume.


That daintily musty aroma from her earlier workout was a touch stronger lower down, but only seemed to spur me on, stirring my blood and making my heart pound in my chest.


I wanted so much more.


I was careful to watch for any signs that she might be uncomfortable with how far we were taking this -- we had, after all, only really known each other for a brief time. But she seemed in no mood to stop, quietly groaning as I took one of her little buds in my mouth, teasing it with my tongue through the thin leotard while my hands continued to coax her breasts and sweep down to explore the elegant curves of her waist and back.


"You're so beautiful," I said in barely more than a whisper, and she just beamed at me in reply before moaning once again as I slipped my fingers under the edge of her relatively low-cut leotard, to glide over her bare skin and down to those stiff little nipples.


I felt her tremble as I touched her bare breasts, her body writhing at the sensations flowing through her.


Stroking her nipples with my fingers, I caressed her belly with my lips, breathing in that alluring scent while planting kisses over her graceful contours. Her aroma grew stronger as I approached the waistband of her sweatpants and I thought I detected the first traces of her arousal.


I couldn't get enough of it. Call me greedy if you will, but I just wanted more and more.


Fearing that she'd feel we were going too far, that she'd call a halt to everything any moment, I very gradually nudged against the top of her sweatpants, gently easing the material downwards to edge closer and closer towards her promised land.


Each time I got a little closer, I'd kiss my way back up her stomach to her breasts, taking her stiff little nipples back inside my hot mouth, albeit through her leotard.


Her breathing was more like a series of sighs now, she was lying back with her head turned to the side, just letting the sensations wash over her. She didn't look as though she wanted to stop any time soon.


The adrenalin was buzzing around my system, my heart beating like a drum in a rock band. I paused, wondering if I should play it safe, take it slow, keep to the area we had already explored.


It has to be said, it was already quite far for a first date, whatever we were calling it now. I would have been perfectly happy if she wanted to slow it down, of course, but there and then I decided I wasn't going to take the safe option just then. I'd stop if she wanted, but the possibilities were so tantalising, I had to at least try.


Subtly, attempting to avoid any chance that she'd suddenly become afraid or nervous, I shifted slightly, downwards, still lying beside her where she had the option to flee if she needed to, but coming to rest in a position where I could pursue a more thrilling course.


I was kissing delicately along the thin material of her leotard, just above her waistline but again nudging her sweatpants down a little, when she reached down to unfasten the cord tied around her waist. If this wasn't an invitation to continue, I don't know what it was.


It set my pulse racing again, the thought buzzing around my head that this exquisite creature was opening herself up to me, that I might get to sample her sweet nectar -- even after just a few hours of knowing her.


I felt like the luckiest guy in the world, and once she had the knot unfastened, I gently slid her sweatpants down over her slender hips, revealing the rest of her leotard, her sweet mound, her smooth thighs. She actively helped me to pull the garment off her, boosting my own confidence and reassuring me a little that she warm enough to part with it just then.
 

"What a sweet body," I said, kissing her upper thigh, just below the high-cut arch of her leotard, tasting that slight saltiness on her skin.


Then she touched my chin, tilted my head up to look into her eyes, and she said: "You don't have to. I mean, I know I had gymnastics earlier and -- "


"I can't get enough of you," I said, kissing her lower abdomen just an inch or two above that exhilarating rise of her mound.


"Mmm... then lick..." she replied with a moan that made me quiver inside.


I kissed the bare skin over her hips, then down to her inner thighs, indulging myself in her beauty, her velvet skin, and that fizzing sense of anticipation as I edged closer to the very center of her arousal.


Her skin was already warm to the touch, but as I moved closer to the edge of her leotard, the heat grew noticeably, along with the unmistakable aroma of her juices.


Then I was brushing over her mound, her leotard moist to the touch, my nose and mouth pressing gently into her raw heat. I had repositioned myself between her slender thighs, and it was like every one of my senses was saturated with her.


Suddenly her hand squeezed my crotch. "Mmm..." she grinned. "What have we got here?"


She pushed me back, dropping down to kneel above my face, she quite suddenly slid my pants down over my hips, exposing me to the cold air.


"You really like to be on top!" I laughed.


Kayla seemed to catch her breath, then purred, "Oh, can I touch it?"


"Could I ever say 'no' to you, my Queen?"


"I think not!"


I felt her cool hands tentatively touch my stiff cock, taking in its shape, its hardness, stroking my shaft a little.


"So smooth," she said.


"I might need to lay down," I said.


With a smile, she put a foot down on my pants so that I would have to remove them to relocate -- which I did without much protest. I layed under her beautiful feet.


"Ready?" she asked, flashing a broad smile with those beautiful eyes somehow lit up.


I replied: "As I'll ever be."


"Okay," she said, then gave me a serious look for a moment, "and don't you stop until you're ready, if you get my meaning."


"Whatever you say."


Then I felt her ass on my face.


Her eyes closed, her hands stroking my cock as I ran my tongue slowly along the thin material covering her pussy.


Tasting her, such a glorious spicy cocktail, now it was my turn to moan softly, letting out my own feelings while letting her know just how much I loved to be there, just how much I adored such intimate contact. She seemed to relax a little at this reassurance, to know I wasn't just doing this to impress her, to make her feel good.


I spread my hot mouth over her lycra-covered pussy, pressing against her and feeling that slight give in the center -- her pussy lips opening up to me.


Her gentle moans gave way to a gasp as I peeled her leotard aside to reveal her pussy to the cool air and, despite the relatively poor lighting conditions, my gaze. So beautiful, so smooth under its tidy patch of dark hair, her fragrant flower drew me in. 


She trembled as she felt first my hot breath on her sensitive folds, then the soft touch of my lips. Oh-so briefly, I tasted her from the source, and her moans seemed to turn almost to pleading, but rather than pile in, I moved back for a moment, kissing her inner thighs again, taking in that wonderful sight before I got too close.


Then my burning mouth returned to her soft pussy lips, and I was kissing her there, licking her, playing with her, dipping my tongue inside her to sample her sweet nectar.


I was moaning again as I tasted her spice, revelling in my being so close to her, so connected. I gently parted her legs a little more to offer me maximum access as my tongue traced the length of her slick valley, lapping up her juices.


And then I was kissing around her little clitoris, warming up the sensitive little bud before getting too close, using my fingers to caress her pussy lips before sliding gently inside her.


Her moans soon turned to blissful cries, my mouth engulfing her clit even as her vagina engulfed my middle finger, her labia tight around it in a manner that made my cock rock hard down below.


Moving from lapping up her now freely flowing juices to taking her clit into my mouth, I felt she was beginning to move towards some kind of resolution. I started to suck her clit a little more forcefully, and then my tongue sought out that sensitive spot on the front wall of her vagina.


She was writhing about on my face by now, my tongue flicking over her clit, my tongue being squeezed by her gymnast's muscles.


And she was coming, trembling and crying out as she did so, my tongue now swirling around her soaking labia, my nose pressed against her burning clit, her hands clamping my head to her pulsating pussy, her thighs pressing against my ears.


I could do little but gasp at the sensations rippling through my body, I was having a hard time remembering to support myself as I agonized under her fit body.


As she tended to me with her hands, cradled my balls softly and flashed me a cheeky smile.


Then she was focussing all efforts on my erection, teasing out a deep moan from me as she upped the tempo, her hand beginning to squeeze my shaft harder and harder.


It was wonderful, and the adoration in her eyes when she looked up at me just took it to a whole new level, and I knew I wouldn't last long. The vibrations from her own breathing and little moans helped build up this energy inside me that could not be held back.


I could feel my orgasm surging up, and for a moment, hoped I hadn't misinterpreted her earlier request for me to keep going. The energy bubbled up inside me, and suddenly it was too late to hold back, my cock throbbing as my hot seed emerged.


Kayla seemed happy enough to take my come in her mouth, and as I came down from the great high she'd taken me to, she was lapping at my softening cock and making little contented noises.


"You a pretty licker," she said, pulling away from me as I became just that little bit too sensitive to continue.


"I just can't get enough."


I returned her smile, "You can have as much as you like," I said.


"I'll hold you to that, mister."


I felt the cold pretty quickly afterwards, and reached for my pants as Kayla took to performing a few cartwheels in front of me.


"Are you not a little cold?" I asked, since she seemed in no hurry to put on her training jacket or sweatpants.


"Not even a little bit!" she said mid-spin, "feels like I'm burning up inside!"


She came to a halt and stepped between my legs, where I could hold onto her, my hands pressed to her little waist. True enough, I could feel her heat through that thin leotard -- she wasn't even a little bit cold.


"I'm buzzing all over," she said, her elfin face so beautiful as she looked down at me like that, smouldering with desire.


I couldn't help but slip my hands round to her shapely little butt, and ducked forward to plant a kiss just above her mound.


I knew what she meant -- it felt like a thousand Christmases happening at once, I was still shaking a little from the raw adrenaline flowing through my system as a result of merely being with this hot little gymnast. But underneath that, I could tell well enough how cold it was.


"So does that mean it's all right for us to some sexual games?"


"I think it's now required," she grinned.


"So what's next?"


Kayla jumped to her feet, then reached out for my hands, which I presented her only to be pulled up myself. "Next," she said, "we should head up to the top floor."


"What's up there?"


"Oh, nothing much..." there was a glint in her eye.


So, curious as to what was on her mind, I followed her up to the top of the building, where it turned out her target was the female restroom.


"See you in a minute," she said, stopping me outside the door.


She went inside, and the door closed behind her, leaving me waiting there, standing in the glow from the stairwell and facing the dark shelves. I was beginning to wonder what she was planning, but then she came back out -- too quick for a bathroom break, I thought.


"That was quick," I said.


"Got what I came for," she said, with that mischievous glint her her eyes again.


She held up her hand, and inside it was a shackles.


"Are you shocked?" she asked meekly.


Rock hard between my thighs, I think my cock was making some kind of a statement, but my brain was a little unsure what to say.


In a little haze of lust and surprise, I said: "Well, if you want..."


"Exactly," she grinned, and walked past me. "Come on, I can't wait."


She walked into the coach room, no longer concerned about the darkness -- in fact, actively seeking it out, walking along a crack in the floor tiles like it was a balancing beam. As she went, I couldn't help but stare at her sexy butt squeezed inside that leotard.


A moment later, and I managed to break out of my daze, scampering after my horny little gymnast.


"Must be a bed around here, somewhere," she was saying as I caught up. There was, and she didn't waste a moment perching on its edge, holding out her arms to pull me towards her.


We kissed again, the sparks flying as her tongue slipped inside my mouth. As we tangled, her hands were pulling my clothes off, and my hands were in her hair, then slipping down to the neckline of her leotard and under the thin material.


"Wait," she said, stopping me from peeling it off her. "I want you to be fixed and lick my crotch when I'm dressed in my gymnastics costume."


"Okay..."


She grinned, "Maybe it'll be my lucky suit from now on."


Then my hands and feet was locked at bed sticks, and Kayla sat on my face again.


I stooped briefly, she nudging aside her damp leotard to reveal the pretty petals of her open vagina. I kissed around it a little, savouring her juices and running my tongue up to envelope her clit in my hot mouth.


She was already so wet -- I just craved that tangy, saltiness of her pussy one last time before I pleased it.


Then she was riding my face upwards and forwards, pulling my head close and close.


Looking in her beautiful ass, I eased inside her, sliding my tongue into her tightness, feeling her enclose me. Her arousal was obvious as I glided inside her, her juices coating my tongue.


"Oh God, that's amazing," she breathed. I think I murmured something in reply, but it was all a little overwhelming to say anything intelligible.


Slick with her juices already, I thrust my tongue back inside her, and the exquisite feeling of being inside such a beautiful girl as Kayla.


Gazing down to me, my pretty little gymnast let out a quiet gasp, her lips spreading in a blissful smile.  With her order, I kissed her hot crotch at last one, Kayla sitting up to pull the crotch of her leotard over to recover her sweet little pussy.


Part of me was a little sad at this possibility, craving more time with this hot little gymnast. I looked at Kayla, she tickled my naked balls and laughed at me. Dressed in leotard she was enjoyed with my nudity and immobility.


"You stay here" - She orderes - "I'll search a keys for shackles."

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