A Night With Another Trainer

I never thought I'd do this. Last week, after closing the gym early for maintenance, another trainer from a different branch showed up looking for me. We knew each other slightly but had never acted on any tension between us before. Once we were alone and she locked the door behind her, our hands started moving like they had a mind of their own, grabbing hips, pressing chests together, lips meeting urgently. I pulled off her sports bra, her breasts spilling out into my hands as I kneaded them roughly. She slid down my zipper, pushing my pants to the floor. There was no talk or hesitation, just raw heat and need driving us on. Her tongue tasted like a mix of passionfruit and sweat when she kissed me deeply again. We tumbled against the equipment, her slick folds meeting my hardened member immediately as I pushed inside. She rode me hard against the wall until we both exploded in climax.