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I see this guy everyday on the train. When I go to work and when I get off. But Friday, I had to work extremely late. None of the regulars. Everyone is probably at home sleep. Then all of a sudden he enters the train. He gave a chuckle, working late too? He asked. I exhausted yes. As I smile. He said he been watching me. I love being watched, its my turn on. I stare at his crotch. His dick appears to be jumping. He says touch it, u might as well. I reach and jerk back. He said don't be scared, its just us. He grabbed my legs opened them, peeled my skirt back, slid my panties to the side. He began eating my pussy like he hasn't eaten in days. I moaned and grabbed rails on seat. He felt so good......

I told him I needed help with the equipment.
He came closer, his eyes holding mine. “I can help… if you want me to.”

At the equipment he knelt, his hands sliding along my legs — slow, deliberate — until he reached my ankles. He guided my foot into the cable, fingertips gliding up and down my calf, adjusting me just right.

His touch lingered. Not rushed. Not innocent.

I could feel my pulse everywhere.

I wasn’t supposed to be back here.

The locker room had a low hum — the buzz of the lights, the occasional squeak of sneakers on tile. Most of the guys had already cleared out. But not him. Mr. Gym.

I peeked around the corner, heart thudding in my chest like I was sneaking into forbidden territory — because I was. My eyes locked on his back first. Wide. Cut. That deep ridge down his spine. He was standing there in nothing but a towel, head down, rubbing his neck like he’d just pushed himself to the edge.

I should’ve turned back. I should’ve laughed it off, left it as a fantasy.

But my legs moved before I could stop them.

I took a slow step into the locker room. The echo of my sneakers betrayed me. He turned.

Caught.

His eyes landed on mine. For a second, neither of us spoke. The heat between us thickened, stretched.

“You lost?” he asked, voice low, deep. Playful... but there was an edge in it.

I swallowed. “Maybe.”

Another step. The towel around his waist dipped slightly as he adjusted it. I let my eyes linger. He noticed.

Just got off work and hit the gym — tired, but I needed it. I saw him again… the same man I always see there. Quiet. Focused. Thick. Strong.

Midway through my workout, I was soaked. Not from sweat — from watching him. The way he moved those weights made me clench.

When he disappeared into the locker room, I gave myself a second… then followed. I “stumbled” to the back like I was looking for something… but what I saw made me freeze.

He was undressing. Slowly. But he hadn’t seen me yet.

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