"You’ve been wet since the fitting room, haven’t you?" He stepped closer, towering over her. "Let help."
He didn’t wait for permission. He pulled her hand away and replaced it with his own, sliding two thick fingers straight into her dripping cunt. She gasped sharply, grabbing onto his shoulders for support. The sensation of cold fingers entering her slippery wet pussy and rubbing against her walls really felt amazing. She couldn’t tell if it was because of who was doing it, but the feeling was even better than when she did it herself.
"Fuck... you’re soaked," Edward growled, pumping his fingers deep and curling them against her g-spot. "This is what you wanted when you followed in, isn’t it?" he spoke into her ears in his deep voice.
The girl moaned breathily, helplessly, hips rocking against his hand out of her control. Edward fingered her roughly, thumb rubbing her clit in firm circles. It didn’t take a full minute and her legs had started shaking almost vibrating. She found it hard to keep her balance, leaning more into Edward for stability. Edward couldn’t help it and landed a firm slap on her ass cheek, not too hard, just enough. She let out another moan, pleasure dripping within.
Once she cald a little, she wanted more. She dropped to her knees almost desperately, fumbling with his belt. Edward let her. The mont his thick cock sprang free, her breath caught in her throat at the size of it. She wrapped her lips around it, and began sucking him eagerly. Her head bobbed with sloppy enthusiasm, taking him as deep as she could while he found an angle and continued fingering her from above.
"Good girl," he murmured, gripping her hair. "Suck that cock like you’ve been dying to."
She moaned around his length, the vibrations traveling through him. Edward fucked her mouth with shallow thrusts while his fingers worked her pussy faster as he felt her getting close, he could feel her walls fluttering wildly.
Just when they were at the edge, voices suddenly echoed from outside the restroom as multiple n entered, chatting loudly.
Instinctively, they both froze. Edward pulled his fingers out of her and helped her up. She looked wrecked, flushed, lips swollen, eyes glassy with frustration. Her expression said it all, and her firm hold on his dick cented it. She wanted more, she was lusting for it, the look in her eyes were one of a girl who was ready to risk it, but Edward brought her under control.
"Not here," he whispered, tucking his cock back into his pants with difficulty. "Not with people around. Give your number. We’ll finish this properly another ti."
She quickly typed her number into his phone, hands trembling, not from fear, but pleasure that had yet to wash off. Edward gave her one last deep kiss, squeezed her ass possessively, then slipped out first after the coast was clear.
She stayed inside for a few more minutes, heart pounding, pussy still aching and empty. She really wanted that fat cock inside her badly.
The rest of her shift was a mix of torture and deep frustration. Every ti she moved, she felt the ghost of his fingers in her, and her pussy remained moist for most of the day just from the thoughts alone. She kept replaying the scene in her head, rembering the feeling of his thick cock in her mouth, his deep voice calling her a good girl, the longing was almost unbearable. By the ti the day ended, she was still soaked, desperately fantasizing about what he would do to her when they finally t again.
...
Before leaving the mall, Edward stopped at a watch display and took his ti with it. He wasn’t looking to spend extravagantly, not yet at least, but he wasn’t leaving without sothing that completed the look.
After looking for a short while, not wanting to spoil himself with too many options, he settled on a piece that looked restrained and deliberate, the kind of watch that didn’t demand attention but was still present. He paid and left without overthinking it.
By the ti he stepped outside, the sky had deepened to a burnt amber, the city shifting into its evening mode around him. He returned ho, changed out of his new clothes into sothing functional, and didn’t linger.
’If I rember correctly, that gym should still be up. Nice.’ He thought to himself.
He also got a perfu while at the mall. He wasn’t planning for it, but the man had basically dragged him to the store, and while there even offered him a good perfu. Of course, the price was outrageous and he used the excuse that he already had sothing he uses, but then the man offered him a much cheaper alternative he could use on less official outings, to which he considered and purchased. That was the best perfu he had, and he only had two.
This new one actually cost him a whole $300, as far as he was concerned, that was already too much. Compared to his original perfu that only cost a few bucks, this was way overkill.
Anyway, with his new sll creating tangible presence even after only putting two puffs, one around his solar plexus and the other on the opposite side behind him, he was convince that the price was worth it.
While there was a gym close to his apartnt, he didn’t even consider it. He called a cab and headed back into the main city.
The gym he was headed to, he had only been there once a few years ago and never returned. Not only was it expensive, he also didn’t need all the equipnt and services they offered, not to ntion, he even gave up on fitness as a whole.
Well, back then, fitness hadn’t been a priority, he had been a different man in a different body with different concerns. Now though, things had changed, and more to the point, the kind of gym that attracted serious and beautiful ladies was not the one around the corner from his flat.
Getting off the cab, Edward spotted the gym right away with the big signboard that read, Vanguard Vitality. He crossed the street and went into the building and made is way to the gym. The mont he walked in through the glass doors, the receptionist spotted him. She was quite an attractive woman, with sharp and nice features, not to ntioned, averagely well endowed, perhaps too endowed to be considered a gym rat. Her eyes swept over him once, professionally, then they returned, far less professionally.
She greeted him with a smile that carried more than standard courtesy, and Edward seed to notice right away.
"Hi," Edward greeted, walking to the front desk.
They spoke about mberships, facilities, and how long he’d been training and what he was looking to achieve, and of course, Edward simply made up stuff on the spot. She wove the sales pitch and her personal interest together seamlessly. Edward refused to get a mbership at that ti though, saying he just wanted to check out the place first. At the end, she offered him a free month of personal training with herself as the trainer, if he signed up that day.
Even at that, Edward declined. "I’ll try it out first. If I like it, I’ll commit."
She accepted his answer with a knowing look and reached across the desk for his phone. Without waiting for permission, she entered her number, dialing it. "In case you forget," she said, though her eyes suggested she ant sothing else entirely.
A knowing smile crept up is face. He thanked her and headed inside.
The gym was well-equipped and spacious just as he rembered, with enough room between machines to move freely. The evening crowd had thinned out, leaving a calm hum of clinking weights and steady breathing.
Edward found a bench and settled into his workout. He didn’t quite know what to do, but with a few short form tutorial videos, he was set. He could feel eyes on him from different directions, but he paid them little attention, because across the floor, one woman stood out.
She wasn’t being flashy and rather was the opposite, it was hard not to notice. The weight she handled should have been difficult, yet she moved it almost without resistance.
’I can’t believe what I’m seeing.’ Edward thought to himself as he recognized her.
She was actually a public figure, and while she normally had a mask on, he had gotten access to so banned videos that revealed her identity. Not to ntion, even though she wasn’t going all out, who wouldn’t notice sothing wrong??
This lady was actually a superhero whose abilities made headlines. She had enhanced strength, speed, reflexes, and control. Everything a human body could do, only better. Actually, she was basically Captain Arica, only a little better. But to see her in the gym of all places, Edward was quite stunned.
’It can’t be that she’s too broke to have her own personal gym, right?’ He thought to himself. He racked the bar slowly and stood up.
He couldn’t explain why, but sothing in him was stirred. It really felt like, she was his target tonight.
Edward crossed the gym floor with calm, asured steps. Sensing his approach, or maybe it was his focused attention, she looked up. Her gaze t his directly, and from the way she sized him up quietly, it was the assessing look of soone used to danger. Unfortunately, what she saw made her hold the stare a second longer than necessary.
Edward offered a small, confident smile.
"You’ve been on that station a while," he said. "Waiting for soone... or do you just prefer the company of your own tempo?"
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