My little package got the attention of the gym and I ended up in the woods.

During my process of moving city a few years ago, I finally decided to go back to the gym even to maintain my physique in days and also for a health issue. Although I was always slimmer, I always thought about making my body harder even and, whether you like it or not, my genetics, having my condition (to know more about this condition, I recommend reading my first short story), favored having a body that attracts attention. So I decided to get a gym near my home. I came home from work, took a shower, put on my leggings and my top and went to the gym to exercise. I always did more cardio, but I even preferred to run and walk in the street, as the city was new, I didn't know much about parks and places for it until then, so I opted for the gym. Already on the first day, I with ponytail hair, cordless phone, black leggings and pink shock top, I noticed some looks. The instructor introduced me to some devices, but as it was not my first time, I just asked him to help me with the movements, to see if I could perform correctly. I stretched, made a quick treadmill, then a bicycle and then I went to the leg press (for those of you who don't know, it's a device in which you lie on your stomach up and put your feet elevated on a weighted platform, you lower your legs and go up to work various muscles of various parts of the body). The instructor still recommended going to other equipment first, but I still preferred to go there. I organized myself and started to do the movements. In the middle of the execution I realized that the legging was pressing on my genitals generating a relatively full pack and I have such a lot of sensitivity where I have my "bag", at the first climb I felt a light and intense touch caused by the friction of the clothes, that it was not something that would distract me or make me have an orgasm, but it's the kind of thing that I would think with my mind in the sense of starting to think about other things (I'm not going to generalize something, I was trying to be more discreet with my foot, but I didn't stop doing the same exercise until I had done the same movement with the first pack, but it's like a man's foot). That only made my luck worse. I really had to take those pants out of the closet, they were too tight for that exercise, or sometimes I got fat and didn't notice. I stopped the series to avoid thinking about things that had nothing to do with it, especially because the machine didn't give as much visibility as well. So I locked the machine and sat down to get out, in which I was with my legs open facing this same man, but without the intention of doing anything provocative. So much so that I took my bottle to drink water and did not even notice what he might be doing. But when I saw, he was holding the weight with his legs outstretched and scratching my little pack that had become more obvious than before. I got up without grace and went to another machine. In this I noticed that other people noticed me more and more. A woman praised me saying that I had very beautiful legs and about what I did to take care of me like that, pulling the subject to a way to get closer to me. She was very beautiful and other eyes were already on her, suddenly felt them on me. I know that in a gym, no one is going to think about having something with someone else, I know that I am not the last cookie in the package and that many people are looking at me because they have nothing else to see or are not realizing so much, who ends up imagining things is myself (again, I speak for myself). But when you are in a place, in a new I do not know anyone and suddenly I notice some looks, even if no interest, it moves me. So she introduced herself, her name was Ana Lidia, asked if she had been there for a long time, about my schedules and so on. She said that she had been there for four years, that she realized that she was a bit disoriented and spoke again about my butt, my belly. I thought for a moment that she was hitting on me, but then a boy, equally beautiful, came to her already hugging and kissing. It was her boyfriend, Paul. He was super nice to me and also introduced me to other people. He seemed to know everyone there well. But the curious thing is that he only introduced me to the boys and they were going to court me with that look that they would be courting me, with more smiles and behaviors that made it clear that they were there from behind and that, if you want to get to know, it was better to just talk to converse. But quickly with everyone, without giving too many details about my past. I just came from where I came from or stopped in the region, and I didn't have to choose the academy, I had to kiss for a little while. Ana didn't seem to mind introducing me to her friends, and she knew practically all of them, and I didn't like that very much, so I decided to go back to my exercises, except that now that I knew almost all the men there, and after even those who hadn't seen me noticed, more people were seeing where I was going, some were coming to the equipment around me, others were showing off more than before, and now and then they were praising me, saying that I was good at the exercises, as if I was part of the group. I didn't say anything, because I didn't want to be rude, and I don't know if that generated more confidence for them to be around me, more communicative. But it was when I went to do a pelvic lift that I realized why all of this was happening, because as I was raising my hip to do the movements, I had never seen so many men competing for space on a treadmill and a bicycle that was in front of me, and I was uncomfortable at the time, but at the same time, that filthiest part of my mind started teasing me, "Look at that macho guy wanting to see you", and every time I stood up, I noticed more looks at my little pack, and that's when I got a little bit of a hard-on, more for show, and every time I went up, the males were teasing me. I decided to go to the adoption machine (where a person sits and stands with his legs bent, then pulls the weight closing his legs). Even before I started doing the exercise the guys were already around, giving tips, saying that I was "good", if I did gymnastics for a long time. But they didn't pack me yet or something like that. So I positioned myself in the machine and even before I did the leg closure I saw that my little package was quite obvious. This time I had a man who could not disguise anymore. And as each pull made an effort, there were some guys who were more lost, but not in the sense of talking or doing anything, the look revealed that they did a lot of things with me. I'd be exercising and thinking assholes, too, and he'd think, "Oh, these guys all think I've got a saxophone, but then I get my legs twisted and they have to suck my little bag, which isn't obvious, it's just a dick next to a micro-pipe that I can't feel stimuli coming from it, the face they're going to make, hahahaha". And then I'd think, "The most assholes and freaks would have to settle for sucking my ass". And those thoughts would make me a little more confused, but I'd still focus on not making it obvious. But I started talking to them more about exercise. - So, can I do two more sets of 15 or should I increase the load? There were three guys nearby, kind of interacting and pretending to be doing other things, and they were commenting on something, and the others farther away, seeing that I was interacting, they were kind of passing by unintentionally and also giving their tips. There must have been about 20 people at the time I was in the gym, about 15 guys and five women. At least seven of them were orbiting me. I started to sweat more and more from the exercises, and my pants seemed to get even tighter on my body. I get out of the equipment and I bend my butt up to pass a sandwich and wipe my sweat. At one point I stayed longer than I should, but now to really provoke. I knew that my butt was much more desirable than the pack, and that gives me more erection, too. Then one of the guys came, at a moment when I was a little separated from the group and said: That way it'll be hard to forget you. - And who says I like to take it easy? He smiled and corrected: - And I can experiment to see if you're serious or if it's just misleading propaganda? I think you've seen enough, don't you? - Yes, I saw, but I want to know if I can try to take heavier with you, or is it just straw fire? He wasn't handsome, but he had a nice physique, he must have been in his early 40s, and he had a look and a smile that made me very uncomfortable, and what struck me most was that he was more direct than all that horde of guys, and in the excitement I ended up provoking even more. - And where would that be? Anywhere you want, but it has to be now. - But I don't know anything here. - There's a motel nearby. - The motel? - There's an area at the back of the gym, sort of like a storage area, but it's really hard for us to go there. - Why is that? How would you feel about two people going to an abandoned place that everyone knows and hanging out there? - Have you ever been there? Are we going to the motel or are you just gonna be teasing everybody else? - I'm not going out with you. - So come by the bar on the corner in about 10 minutes, I'll be in the car waiting for you. - It is. He left, after all the talk was practically in mimicry, since we spoke very quietly and more discreetly, he went to do another exercise and then left without giving a flag. I stayed in the gym and still talked to one and another, but without anyone talking about the desire it may have caused. So after a little more than ten minutes, I decided to leave after a short walk on the treadmill. I was all wet with sweat and thinking about how to make the guy who was crazy to eat me not be afraid or suspicious about my genitalia. A motel turns out to be a place that would leave me completely exposed. I left focused on how to resolve this in a way that would be beneficial to me and not generate as much suspicion, but when I got to his car, I couldn't think of anything, so I went to the passenger's window and decided to talk about my secret. - How are you? - I thought I'd given up, I was leaving (and smiled as if I'd played a bad little game with anxiety). - Look, I need to tell you something before we go. - You don't have to, I already know. - About what? I'm sorry to put it this way, but when you did the pelvic, even though the package was very discreet, I didn't notice any indication that it was a bottle, but I also didn't see any indication that it had a stick or even a bag. - But you want to go out with me because, if you noticed I don't have a bouquet? - It's just that you're so hot, and I got a crush on you, but if you're offended, I'm sorry. I was dumbfounded and I just opened the door and I got in the car, and fuck, I sure as hell wanted to try a trance with that guy who figured that out and was crazy about me anyway, and he smiled, and he started the car, and then we went out and had a few daring looks until I wondered about something that I had shared with him. - Did the other guys get the same thing you did? - Well, everyone who commented something near me said that you should have a delicious bouquet. No one wondered if you wouldn't have it. Even because, one thing is very clear. It is impossible to say that it is something other than a woman. But when I realized this detail, I even wondered if I was wrong. I found you very beautiful and very well-groomed. - Have you ever dated anyone other than a woman? But a transvestite always messed with me, for example. - I don't think he is a transvestite. - It isn't? - You'll see when we get there. We stopped at a traffic light, and then he came over and kissed me really nice, a really crazy kiss of desire, and I gasped, surprised, and let him move his tongue wherever he wanted. - I don't need to see anything to know that I'm very pleased to be with you. Then it was my turn to jump on him and kiss already passing my hand on his dick over the bermuda. It was hard and seemed to be big. I kissed very nice until the signal opened and someone honked behind. I gave him space to drive, but I did not let go of his dick. Then he straightened up and pushed the seat back, giving me space to let go of his dick. I punched him a little and then he fell on his face with the moving car, I had never done that. And he was sweaty, but still smelly and nice. He went on giving some moans. - You really don't take it lightly. As far as I'm concerned, take it wherever you want. I didn't see where he was taking me, because I was just focused on sucking him while he was driving, and he was passing his hand on my back, on my butt, on my thighs, and complimenting me on the kiss he was getting, and suddenly the car stopped, and then he gave me more room to continue sucking, and when I got up to see where we were, I saw that he had taken us to a kind of remote environmental area, an old house that looked like it hadn't been used in a long time. - Where are we? We're in a park, I used to work here a long time ago, so we can make ourselves at home. I was scared, but now it was too late. We moved to the back seat and I continued to suck him with my legs open and then he started to pass his hand on my little bag, on the outside. I then took his hand and adjusted to "siricle" my little bag on top. This made me very excited because when he felt the warmth, he touched me nicely and was very careful. I sucked with more passion. I was going to put the bag on my chin and come back. He took off his bermuda and also became more excited. He licked his bag and sucked his stick until I couldn't stand the excitement of touching me so much. - Eat me or I'll make fun of you. I got out of the car to better take off my pants and he asked me to do it in front of him. As soon as I lowered everything he saw my micro-pussy and the little bag and pulled me by the hip, he sat in the back seat and his feet out of the car while punching himself. He came to suck me, but soon noticed that where I had put to suck was lower, in the mouth of the bag and then fell with his mouth there. I sucked immediately and he noticed that the pee was just an ornament that was not useful to me and became even more crazy. He grabbed it and then he grabbed it firmly still praising my butt and saying that it was the most pleasant thing he had ever felt. And he kept licking me and sucking, and I was already freaking out with it all. - He'll eat me later, please go. I didn't have to repeat it, he got out of the car and I got in the back seat on all fours, steeply towards him. Then I felt his thorax poking my ass. I felt some spit and he adjusted to eat me without causing so much inconvenience. Suddenly I felt my little head go in and a huge chill all over my body. I went crazy and started throwing my hip back. Then he adjusted and started to push in slowly, pushing in more and more until I felt his bag lean against me. From then on he started to punch and accelerate while I put my face firmly in the back seat, getting steeper, asking for a roll, pushing hard. He started to push harder until his stomachs made a loud noise. I'll have a quick one. - It's okay, because I'm almost there, too. He passed his hand underneath and continued to touch my little pack. I twisted at the time. He then went in, harder, firmer until he pulled his stick out and began to spit on my back without stopping touching me. On feeling his bag and stick vibrate on top added to the touch, it didn't take long for him to also expel my milk and groan like a female in the heat. When he took his hand he thought that part of the shit that came out of me and stayed in his hand was his, but soon realized that it wasn't when I turned around and he saw a puddle on the leather seat of his car. It wouldn't have been his. - So you're having fun out there? - Whoa. - And you don't feel anything there? No, I only feel it when it comes out, but only when it's about to come out, it comes out, but I don't feel it. - That's very interesting. - You flooded my back. He pulled me by the hand and gave me a tender kiss as I felt all the fucking run down my gullet. - There's a stream nearby, on that trail over there. He went to the front naked from the waist down. - Wouldn't it be better to go dressed? - It's all right, no one will see us, trust me. We went both naked. I felt a sensation in it, because it was a desire to fuck in the middle of the bush and when I walked like this there, such a good and positive energy gave even an extra, intimate spirit. In about 100 meters the stream, which was almost a river. We entered the bank, which was shallow and we cleaned. I knelt to try to get things off my back and then he came, standing to throw the water with me on my knees. I could not stop looking at his dick half pump there and I ended up falling out of his mouth again. He got scared but tried to say that I was still dirty, to wait a little at least, but I did not stop and he kept cleaning me while I was sucked. - All right, that's it. - Can you get dirty again? - You really don't take it lightly. - I warned you. I continued to suck him, kneeling in the creek with him standing. Soon his dick hardened and became very firm. But I didn't want to give it to him anymore, I realized that time was scarce, since the afternoon was ending. So I was massaging his bag, staring at him as a whore and sucking hard, swallowing his dick almost all. He did nothing, just looked at me, groaned, breathed deeply and tried to think of something to say, but avoided, I didn't have to tell him what I wanted. After about 10 or 15 minutes I felt his bag vibrate and then I opened my mouth and I kept punching and sucking him until he spat out a bigger fuck but in a smaller amount I wiped my head while still looking at him, I sucked it all and swallowed it I smiled at him and he said: - Fuck, that's how you end me. I took some water, put it in my mouth and then spit out the excess. We went back to the car, got dressed and he made his way back now with me more behaved, trying to identify which way he had taken. When he got close to the gym he asked where I lived, but did not want to say. Before going down his behavior changed radically, but in the sense of becoming a little unfunny. - What's wrong? - Worse than it is. I was afraid he might regret it or be embarrassed that he had a date with me. - Look, it was just a fling, it was great, but I don't... - It's not that, it's that I didn't tell you. - What's that? I should've been as blunt as you were from the beginning. Now the different behavior came out of me, but I didn't want to shack up or anything, and I was disappointed in him, and it was like he was betraying me, and even though he wasn't into dating or having anything serious, he would be a serious candidate for colored friend at the academy, but after that... It was good, it was interesting, but I wasn't really into anything serious, so it's all right. And I got out of the car, a little angry, but trying to be nice, because he was the one who was wrong, not me, and my pants were still wet from the water, so I decided to walk home, and I took a shower, and I still masturbated thinking about that afternoon, trying not to remember the outcome, and that was it, and I was going to have to change my behavior in the gym. I changed my clothes to something better for me and that didn't make me feel so exposed. I changed my schedule and after a few days I saw Ana and Paulo, the two gentlemen, but this time I didn't want to join their wave. They only asked why they had changed the schedule, but I didn't give many details. After a while I learned that the two were trying to approach the novices to get more information and sort of get her into the group so that the group could try something with them. It wasn't something offensive or out of the ordinary, but it was something a little inconvenient because the women were only getting out later. And those novices who were more of the exercise or the more horses ended up joining the Ana women's group. Some time later I ended up leaving the gym because I found a suitable place to walk and run. As for the married lover, I still saw him three times during this exercise period. The first time we greeted each other amicably, but without paying much attention, I was also about to leave. The second time we were not close and the third time it seemed that we had not even met each other. But he did not hurt me and always remained discreet and his. I never saw his wife or him trying something with another person. Life goes on.