My Ice Queen
Chapter 1

Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, Consensual, Heterosexual, DomSub, Humiliation, White Couple, Oral Sex, Anal Sex, Exhibitionism, Public Sex,

Desc: Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 1 - A first person story about an average guy who goes to the gym on a Saturday night and has a wild sexual adventure with an Ice Queen, the kind of beautiful woman who wouldn't normally pay attention to him. This one not only pays attention, she lets him order her around and she turns out to be a very willing sexual playmate.

The first clue that she might have been up for sex was that she was at the gym on a Saturday night. I mean, how many girls do you know who look like Hayden Panettiere who are hanging out at the gym on a Saturday night? Not many, I'd wager. Saturday nights at the gym in my town you usually find a bunch of middle-aged guys who have nothing better to do, and some overweight moms who ran out to do some leg lifts so they could get a smoothie with whipped cream without feeling guilty.

And there was me, of course. I was there because my last relationship had ended badly, and I didn't have the stomach for getting back in the bar scene yet. I was just content to work out and have a few beers on a Saturday night, rather than go through that whole silly exercise of putting up with a load of female BS just so I could get in a girl's pants.

Although, I have to admit, it had been months since I'd last gotten laid, and I was plenty horny.

That's probably why this particular girl caught my eye. She was about 28, blonde, with a killer body -- hips like a cello, boobs like fresh melons, luscious lips and a pert ass. She had a cute little button nose, too, but she carried herself like a goddess, and you could tell she wasn't in a mood to be approached.

She's probably pissed she's here, I thought. Probably can't understand why her boyfriend dumped her, and why she has nothing better to do on a Saturday night than go to the gym.

When I saw her she was running on a treadmill, and her ass was bouncing beautifully in a pair of black spandex pants, and I got an eyeful as I worked out with the free weights about 20 yards away from her.

I watched that ass bounce up and down, up and down, so many times I lost count. Her pelvis moved like it had a motor inside it and sights like that make me feel there really is a God in Heaven. I was so glad I hadn't given in to my laziness and just sat at home on my couch drinking beer and watching college football on TV. A sight like that sure made it worthwhile to go to the gym!

But there was more in store. She got off the treadmill, toweled the sweat off her head and neck, and proceeded to walk right over to where I was still working out with those free weights. To be honest, I didn't normally spend that much time with the weights, but I was stretching it out as long as possible so I could enjoy that killer ass.

And now she was standing not 20 feet away from me, starting to work out with the weights herself. She was so close I could see the little beads of sweat on her ass, and smell the sweat on her, which had a whiff of perfume mixed with salt. She proceeded to do some upper body work, and I could see she was in really good shape, with lots of muscle definition in her arms and back. That must have made it even more frustrating for her, to have that killer body and not have a date on a Saturday night.

I was wondering if I should talk to her, and I played around in my mind with a few opening lines. Somehow I couldn't come up with anything better than, "Hey, looks like we're the only two losers here on a Saturday night, what's your excuse?", which even though I'm not known for my sensitivity, I realized was probably not a good pickup line.

I was about to give up on the whole thing, when she shouldered a barbell and began doing squats almost right in front of my nose. Really, she was so close when she bent over that I could have reached out and grabbed a handful of her ass without even taking a step closer. Of course, I would never do something like that to a complete stranger, but damn, the temptation was intense.

Anyway, there I was, standing so close to a goddess doing squats, basically pushing her ass right in front of my face every few seconds, and it was driving me wild. Can you believe it? I was about ready to run to the men's room and stroke the dragon till I exploded in a gusher of come, because I felt like I had a telephone pole down my sweatpants and it was throbbing with excitement.

I don't know what possessed me to do it, but maybe the sexual energy was just too much to handle, and all of a sudden I just blurted out, "You know, you're doing those squats wrong."

"What?" she said, straightening up and looking at me. "What do you mean?"

"Well, you're going down too far in your squat. It's putting too much pressure on your knees. You don't need to go down that far, and you should stick your butt out further, for leverage." Now, I'm no weight training guru, and to be honest, I was just making all of this up. I had had a little instruction in proper weight lifting technique over the years, and I basically just threw it all together and tried to sound like an authority.

It worked. She did another squat, only she didn't go down as far, and she stuck her butt out in the most eye-popping way. I got a firsthand view of those cheeks as they strained to lift that load of iron, and it was a beautiful thing.

But of course, I wasn't satisfied. I had to go further.

"That's better," I said, "but your form is still off. Let me show you how it's done."

I went over, acting every bit the clinically minded professional, a man who was only interested in teaching the proper form and technique, and I actually put my hand on the small of her back, and told her to another squat.

It still seems weird when I think about it. Here's this gorgeous woman with a killer body, and she's letting a perfect stranger in the gym touch her. Was I crazy? It was a situation that was crying out for a slap in the face, but somehow she didn't do it.

Instead, she followed my instructions like I was some kind of muscle god. She did one of the squats, and I said, "Good, that's better. Now, do ten more."

Normally I don't talk to beautiful women like that, and I don't know what caused me to act like a drill sergeant with her. All I know is she didn't object at all, she just went ahead and did the squats as meek as you please, grunting a little under her breath as she completed each one. Each time she went down I got a good look at the cleavage of her smooth, tan breasts and I could see the those puppies straining against the stretchy fabric of her red spandex top. Her ass jiggled at the bottom and the top of her squats, and I loved the cute little beads of sweat popping out on the top of her luscious red lips.

She was breathing harder when she finished the squats, and I could have taken pity on her, but somehow I was overcome with this need to dominate her, and I just continued channeling the spirit of a Marine Corps drill instructor.

"All right," I barked. "Get down and give me 50 leg raises. Now!"

She didn't say a word, just got down on her back on the nearest mat and did the leg raises, and I was in heaven watching those perfectly shaped legs pumping up and down, and the quivering in her glutes with each one. When she was finished I made her turn over and do 50 pushups, and again it was a beautiful thing to see those cheeks squeeze together with every pushup.

It was surreal. Here I was, a guy who'd never been with a beautiful babe in his life and I'm lording it over a woman who had the looks of a TV weather girl or a Hollywood starlet. And the craziest thing is, she was following my orders like it was the most natural thing in the world! That's when I decided that she must have had a submissive streak a mile wide in her, and I was going to do everything in my power to take advantage of it.

So, when she was finished the pushups, I made her run the gamut of calisthenics. I had her doing twists, touch-your-toes, deep knee bends, running in place, the whole nine yards. The harder I worked her the meeker she became, although she was clearly getting winded and flushed in the face, and the sweat was pouring off her.

Finally, I had an idea.

"At ease," I commanded, and she bent over, panting, with her hands on her knees. It took a while for her to get her breath, but when she did I said," Okay, it's time for a break. Follow me."

I led the way to the back end of the gym, straight to the sauna. I opened the door, and said, "Inside. Let's go."

She hesitated for just a second, but then I slapped her hard on the ass, and she jumped forward and went inside. I closed the door, and the heat was like a sledgehammer hitting you in the gut. I could see her face getting even more flushed, and the sweat popped out in beads across her forehead, plastering her blonde hair to her skin.

Again, I don't know what came over me, but I put both hands on her shoulders and turned her around, then gave her a kiss full on the lips. Her lips tasted like red meat to a man who's been on a 30 day fast. They were delicious, delectable, and oh so inviting. I reveled in them, drinking in their deliciousness, thrusting my tongue deep within her mouth. She made a weak attempt at pushing away, but I cupped my hands on that big, round ass of hers and pulled her hard to me, feeling her sweaty breasts pushing against my chest.

It was like a dream come true, a hot, sweaty dream that just kept getting better all the time. When I finally broke away, she started to say something, but I put my hand across her mouth and told her to be quiet. My dick was straining against my gym shorts, and all I could think of at that point was getting some relief. I pulled her back to me and kissed her again, and this time I put my hand down between her legs, and I could feel her pussy juices flowing as I rubbed her crotch with my fingers. She let out a little moan and squirmed around a bit, and the next moment I had my finger up her pussy, which made her moan even louder. She was so wet now her spandex pants were soaked from sweat and pussy juice, and the sauna felt hotter than the Sahara during a heat wave.

She wanted me to take her right there, right on top of the wooden bench in the sauna, but I had other plans. I broke away from our kiss and in seconds I had pulled my gym shorts and underwear down to my ankles and let the pole in my pants swing free. She understood right away what I wanted, and she got down on her knees and started kissing and fondling my dick, moaning all the while.

Having those full, red lips on my dick was as close to Heaven as I'm ever going to get in this life, and I almost exploded in cum right there. I somehow got control of myself and grabbed a handful of her hair and pushed her down on me further. She took the head of my dick in her mouth like a pro, and I realized this Ice Queen had a lot of practice at this particular erotic technique. She bobbed and slurped on my dick like a goddess of sensuality, and with each movement I felt waves of electricity shooting through my body. Her mouth was like a hot, wet vacuum, and by now she had cupped my ass and was pulling my pelvis back and forth the match the rhythm of her sucking.

We were both sweating, moaning and writhing in that sauna, and it was just lucky nobody else opened the door, or they'd have gotten quite an eyeful. I was grinding my hips, thrusting my dick hard into the back of her throat, and she was taking it like she couldn't get enough. Just looking down at that blonde head bobbing back and forth over my dick was enough to make me cum, but I held myself back with a mighty effort.

I couldn't do it forever, though. By now she was sucking me with maniacal force, and using her tongue expertly to send me to new heights of ecstasy. I called her a slut, a whore, every dirty name in the book, and it just seemed to turn her on more. She pulled me closer, sucked harder, and finally, when I came in a hip pumping, shouting, violent orgasm and I shot gushers of hot cum into her, she swallowed every drop, and wouldn't stop till she licked my cock and balls completely clean.

The word "exhausted" doesn't do justice to how I felt. I flopped back on the wooden bench and I felt like I was drained of five years' worth of semen, and all the energy that went with it. The heat and the sexual escapades had completely wiped me out. I closed my eyes, and I think I almost passed out for a few seconds. When I opened my eyes, though, I got the shock of my life -- she was gone!

I don't know how she did it, but she vanished. She must have been overcome by guilt or something, because she hightailed it out of there so fast it was like she dematerialized. I opened the sauna door and went out to look for her, but there was an eerie silence in the gym. I searched everywhere, but she was gone, almost as if she'd never been there.

I finally gave up and took a long shower after that, and I had a smile on my face the whole time. It seemed that my Ice Queen had disappeared, but somehow I had a feeling that she'd be back.

And I knew where I was going to be next Saturday night. At the gym.

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