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Sweaty LoL girls at the gym
🕑 Added 2021-04-22 23:59:52 +0000 UTCAkali pushed her way through the large glass doors at the front of the gym. Her bag, slung over her shoulder, bounced against her waist as she strutted into the lobby. The secretary-attendant, looking bored, perked up upon seeing her. “Hi Akali! Welcome.” She smiled winningly at her. Akali had been coming to this gym longer than almost anybody. She was solitary and loved to train. She was dressed in pretty boyish clothes, although she’d change into her gym outfit in the locker room. “Hey cutie,” she said, walking past the desk and running her pointer finger over the girl’s chin. “Who else is here today?”
“Umm,” she said, turning her eyes from Akali’s to a sheet of paper. “Diana and Leona are in the back doing their thing. Nidalee and Sejuani are having some kind of contest. Oh, and Vi is here too.” She looked back up with a smile. “Can I… help you with anything?”
“Maybe another time, love,” Akali said smoothly, running her fingers over the attendant’s hand. She walked past her into the change-rooms, thinking about the last time, when she had stayed past closing and they had fucked in the middle of the gym with all the lights off once everyone had gone. That was pretty exciting, but today she was here for something else.
She pushed buttons for the electronic lock, signing it out for the afternoon for herself. She put her bag inside, unzipped it, and pulled out a few things. A c-cup sports bra, which was pretty big, considering Akali liked to run. She could already feel her breasts hurt, wobbling as she ran. With a soft sigh she started to strip, going down to nude before putting anything else on. Like Nidalee, she was a solitary person, and comfortable in her nudity. Her long legs and thick thighs supported a tremendous ass. Her back was nicely-curved, and her stomach was tight with a 6-pack. Two large, firm breasts hung on her chest, pleasantly round but also obeying gravity now that she had no support. Her neck, and the rest of her skin, was almost completely smooth other than a few white marks from scars she’d received in combat. She removed her mouth-veil, which she didn’t like to do, except that she could barely breathe with it on if it fluttered into her mouth during exercise. Between her legs hung a rather average length, maybe a little tiny bit on the bigger side for a white girl. She saw plenty of girlcocks in the changing room. Vi was a little bigger, Nidalee quite a lot bigger. She was circumcised, and liked to imagine her dick as designer-brandbecause she was different like that. She stretched her arms side to side, then slipped on her sports bra and a ball bra too. She liked feeling sexy when she was at the gym, even if her other clothes were hiding her lingerie. She pulled on a pair of grey workout shorts that barely made it to mid-thigh and showed off her nice little bulge and tight, girlish balls; then her vision darkened for a moment as she pulled a tube top over her head.
She made it out to the treadmill, deciding to start her workout there. Usually Nidalee could be found there, doing long-distance running, but today she was in the back of the room competing with Sejuani like the secretary mentioned. She just put some earphones in, hooked up to her music player, and turned on her usual run cycle.
It started off not-too-easy. She had warmed up just by walking to the gym after all. Before long she was breathing harder through her nose, her breasts jumping slightly in the tube top, the bra doing its best to contain them, but anyone looking at her could see that they were shaking like water balloons. And people did look at her. Riven was on the treadmill too, looking to the side, her eyes tracking over Akali’s lovely body; from her smooth, creamy legs to her lovely ass, her tight nude midriff and cute little bulge between her legs, not to mention those shaking breasts. Riven licked her lips, feeling herself grow hard down there, and blushed; happy that most of her blood flow was not currently free to move to her groin. Akali noticed the gaze, and quickly looked over in time to see Riven jerk her face back forwards, pretending not to be looking, but she saw the movement, and she saw her fellow dickgirl’s reddened cheeks. There was a little head bulging out of the mid-thigh of Riven’s workout suit too, but that disappeared as the exile continued to exercise and concentrate. Riven shot her a dirty look, like, “Why are you looking at me?” and Akali snorted. “Don’t hide it, I know you were looking at me first,” she said confidently, looking forwards again and breaking into a run as the cycle moved to the next step. That was all either girl said for a long time as they kept running.
Riven’s eyes wandered, however. She set her face forwards, but she fixed her eyes to the side, staring. She watched as a bead of sweat rolled down Akali’s forehead, over her cheek, down her smooth jaw, then dove down her neck, slowed at the bottom of her collarbone, and finally settled on the woman’s jiggling breasts. Riven subconsciously licked her lips as she watched the droplet bounce up and down, shaking ever-closer. Finally it ran into her cleavage and disappeared, becoming just one more little dark spot on her shirt. Riven bit her lip and groaned softly, her erection returning with force, and she had to jerk her head firmly back forwards and look up at the ceiling to clear her head, panting hard. Riven was a gladiator, no long-distance runner, and the treadmill took a lot out of her, especially her concentration.
Akali just chuckled to herself, aware of Riven’s distress. She pressed a few keys on the treadmill, and it began to slow to a stop, giving her a two-minute wind-down after just an eight minute run. Not her best, but… she’d let it slide.
“Hey,” Akali said, coming up to Riven’s side.
The exile looked at her and visibly swallowed, her sweaty neck bobbing. “Ho… hi.”
“I noticed you staring. I thought I’d give you an opportunity to do a little more staring.”
Riven swallowed again, harder this time. She pushed the stop button on the treadmill, and it halted immediately. Riven bent over slightly, panting. “What, um… did you have in mind?”
Akali leaned up on her tip-toes and pressed a quick kiss to Riven’s lips. Both girls blushed red. “Work out with me,” she said simply. “And we’ll see where it goes.”
“I-I don’t really do my best on the treadmill,” Riven said quickly, to excuse her poor performance. Her bronzed legs were burning slightly, although she jumped when Akali ran her hand over the smooth flesh.
“It’s fine. I’m sure there are things you’re better at than me. I could have run another marathon after that. I mean it, I had another 40 kilometers in me, easy.” Riven gave a nervous chuckle, not sure if she believed her.
Riven washed the sweat from her face with a towel, and squirted cold water on her hair, then gave a little shiver. Silently they walked over to the weight machines, and Riven sat down at a lateral pull-down, clearly more comfortable in it than her partner, as Akali clambered into an identical machine.
Immediately Riven set the weight very high, and started to pull on it, tying her feet together beneath the bench and using her whole body. Her core didn’t move, and her arms flexed as she easily lifted over three hundred pounds. Now it was Akali’s turn to stare, watching the gladiator effortlessly lift. Riven looked over, and caught her staring, at which point her lips parted with a toothy grin. She relaxed, letting the weights to their neutral position, and then pushed the key into 375. With a grunt she started to lift it, her mouth still open but now in concentration. Adding another quarter to what was already a fearsome weight was tremendously impressive, and rather than even bothering to do her own set, Akali simply watched, gazing with a smile at Riven showing off. Riven did another twenty reps before relaxing the weights and then gently folding her stinging hands together, cooling them off with her breath. She looked over and with a wild, Jinx-like expression on her face with eyes wide open, set the key to 450, the highest setting on the machine. Akali laid back, knowing Riven wouldn’t be able to do it. Riven grabbed the bar one hand at a time, blowing through her mouth three times before tightening every muscle in her body with a huge grunt of exertion. The weights only rattled, and didn’t move. Still, listening to Riven even attempt such a feat made a little blood flow to her groin with a light-headed feeling. She was about to turn away and try her own set at 200 pounds when the rattling stopped as the weights went tight, and with another full-throated blow, Riven lifted them off the stack. Well, actually, she was lifting the entire stack, now. Akali’s jaw dropped and her dick popped up to full excitement as she watched the she-stud show off, just for her, doing something no regular girl could think of doing. Akali knew she always felt a lot stronger when she was turned on. Maybe there was something to that. Akali abandoned her machine and walked around, sitting behind Riven, pushing her breasts into the woman’s back and wrapping her arms around her middle, kissing her sweating neck. “Go on, stud, show off for me,” she whispered, now kissing her earlobe. Riven’s cock was busting a hole in her pants as she started to work, the machine creaking wildly as she abused it with her rippling muscles. Her core flexed wildly beneath Akali’s fingers, and she began to massage Riven’s hard tummy as the shemale completed her full set of twenty, then twenty-five, and finally, blowing like a furnace bellows, to thirty. Riven could barely set the stack down without it clattering harshly. “My girl-stud,” Akali cooed, lifting her hands up to Riven’s burning biceps, which were pulsing with blood. She could feel it under her fingers as she began to massage them too, first the right, then the left, and as she finished massaging the muscle, Riven turned to the left and kissed Akali on the lips.
“Mmm,” Akali sighed softly, feeling her lips pull away from Riven’s. “That’s nice.”
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Man, that's a really hot setup. Hung girls working out, working up a real musky sweat, while their erections throb needfully in their too-tight clothes...hnnn!
