Previous Part: The Price of Desire: Samira’s Temptation – Part 2
Life wasn’t perfect, but having a 1BHK apartment at a low price made things better. It had been two weeks since I started at the new office, and everything was going fine. I had made some new friends—guys, uncles, even girls—many of them couldn’t help but check me out.
The way I dressed was stylish, and because of my exposure to the outside world, even company policy couldn’t hold me back. I turned heads, leaving the guys breathless. However, I hadn’t seen Priya in these two weeks. I had heard she was out of town.
Things were more sorted now. So, I decided to get back into my morning run and workout routine. The sports centre I used to go to was premium, full of businessmen, women, and people with rich lifestyles. Of course, back then, it wasn’t a big deal for me. But now, it was a little harder to afford.
I checked, and my membership was expiring in two weeks. I decided to join a gym closer to home, just about a kilometre away. It was classy, clean, and even had a steam room—though it was mixed. The place was spotless, so I joined. I usually went in the mornings.
My gym outfits were pretty revealing—like the tight, black crop top paired with matching leggings that hugged every curve, showing off a hint of midriff. The waistband of my lace thong just peeked out. In the previous gym, nobody paid much attention to my outfits.
But here, everyone seemed to be on the lookout, their eyes tracing every inch of my body. It was like they were waiting for a chance to devour me. Every glance felt like they wanted to pin me down. There was this group of three young guys who always seemed to be watching me. They had been eyeing me for days.
Nadia’s comment changed my perspective on things. I started enjoying the attention. Sometimes, I’d tease them, pretending to be innocent. It was all fun and games for me now. One day, I was about to do some squats, and I noticed the three guys again, especially one who looked more confident than the others.
I called him over, “Hey, can you spot me?” His eyes widened, but he tried to play it cool. He was nervous, clearly unused to the attention, but he stepped up, acting like he was the hero of his group. As I squatted, I felt his eyes glued to my ass.
When I stood back up, I noticed the bulge forming in his shorts. His face turned red, and he looked like he wanted to disappear.
“Thanks,” I said casually, as if nothing had happened, “What’s your name?”
“Umm…Raj,” he stammered.
“Well, Raj,” I flashed him a playful smile, “Looks like you did a good job.” He laughed awkwardly, probably unsure if I was teasing him or complimenting him. From that day on, our conversation had started, and things were about to get a lot more interesting.
After that day, I took every chance to tease them. Slowly, I got to know all three of the guys better. They never missed an opportunity to check me out, and I wasn’t exactly making it hard for them. Every time I caught one of them staring, I’d flash a smile or adjust my leggings, giving them a better view.
They were too shy to act, but their eyes told me everything they wanted to do. It became like a game for me, teasing them just enough to drive them wild. I started wearing even more revealing outfits—tight shorts that barely covered my ass, tops that showed off my cleavage.
Whenever I bent down to pick something up, I’d do it slowly, letting them enjoy the sight. Sometimes, I’d ‘accidentally’ brush up against one of them when we were in the weight room. Or I’d stand close enough that they could almost feel the heat of my body.
One day, I had my headphones in, pretending to listen to music. They thought I couldn’t hear them, and I heard them making comments.
“Bro, her ass is unreal. Imagine what it’d feel like to grab that.”
“I bet she knows exactly what she’s doing. Look at how tight her top is today.”
Their dirty comments didn’t bother me at all. In fact, I loved it. It was fun knowing that I was driving them crazy just by being there. I kept pretending I didn’t hear anything, but inside, I was smiling. I started to think, why not take it up a notch and really play with them?
The next day, I called Raj over again, this time just before we started working out. “Raj, why don’t you come in early tomorrow?” I said, flashing him that same playful smile. “Just you. Don’t tell your friends.” He looked surprised, his eyes wide with curiosity, but he quickly nodded.
“Uh, sure,” he said nervously.
The plan was set. Tomorrow was going to be fun. The next morning, I walked into the gym wearing the sluttiest workout outfit I had. A pair of shorts that barely covered anything, so tight they clung to every inch of my ass, and a sports bra that seemed more like a suggestion than actual clothing.
Even the receptionist, a young woman with a sly smile, couldn’t help but comment, “You’re definitely going to cause some trouble in that today.” Her tone was playful but laced with something else, maybe envy or admiration. I just winked at her and moved on.
Raj was already there when I arrived, way before our agreed time. I knew the moment he saw me walk in he was hooked. His eyes couldn’t leave me, and I could see the bulge in his shorts as he tried to hide his obvious excitement. We went through our usual workout routine.
But I could tell he was waiting for something more, something special. By the time we were done, he looked almost disappointed, like he’d been expecting more and was leaving empty-handed. As we finished up, he sighed, wiping his sweat away, “Guess I’ll head home then.”
I turned to him with a smirk, “Who said we’re done? I didn’t bring you here for just a workout. We’re going to the steam room.”
He looked confused, “The steam room?”
“Yeah, I don’t like going alone,” I said, my voice dropping to a lower, sultry tone. “You don’t mind joining me, do you?”
Raj swallowed hard, his eyes wide, nodding even though his voice seemed to fail him. Without another word, I led the way to the steam room. Since it was early morning, no one else was around. As soon as we stepped inside, I locked the door behind us.
Raj looked even more nervous now, but I could see the desire in his eyes, and I wasn’t going to make him wait. “You’ve been staring at me all this time,” I said, stepping closer to him, my body barely inches from his. “Now’s your chance.”
Raj’s hands trembled slightly, his body tense with anticipation. “What do you mean?” he stammered, clearly overwhelmed by the situation.
I grinned, letting my fingers trace the outline of his chest through his shirt. “Take off your clothes,” I commanded, my voice firm. “We’re going to have some real fun in here.” Raj hesitated for only a second before he started stripping.
I watched as he nervously undressed, his hands shaking, his dick already hard before he’d even taken off his shorts. His arousal was obvious, and I could see him trying to contain himself, but the way he was staring at me told me everything I needed to know.
Once he was fully naked, I stepped forward, closed the gap between us, and slowly began peeling off my sports bra. His eyes widened as I revealed my breasts, the steam in the room making my skin glisten. I tossed the bra aside and guided his hands to my chest.
“Touch me,” I whispered, leaning into his ear. “Don’t be afraid.” Raj’s hands moved tentatively at first, cupping my breasts, his fingers trembling as he began to explore. I could feel his pulse racing through his fingertips.
“You like what you see?” I teased, rubbing my body against his, feeling his hard cock press against my thigh. Before he could respond, I dropped to my knees in front of him, wrapping my hand around his shaft. He gasped, his body going rigid. I stroked him slowly, my lips brushing the tip.
Raj’s breathing became ragged, his hands clenched into fists as I took him into my mouth, sucking him deeply. I could feel his legs quivering as I worked him, my tongue teasing the sensitive spots, making him groan louder. He was completely at my mercy.
I loved every second of it. I sucked him hard, feeling his cock throb in my mouth, my hands sliding down to his balls as I played with him, making him squirm. When I finally pulled away, his cock was dripping with my saliva, slick and ready.
I stood up, pushing him against the wall, my breasts pressing against his chest. “Now,” I whispered, leaning into his ear, “I want you to suck on my tits.” Raj hesitated for a moment before he obeyed, his mouth latching onto my nipples. His tongue swirled around them, sucking hungrily.
His hands gripped my ass as he pressed me closer to him. I moaned softly, guiding his head as he switched between my breasts, his lips working feverishly. As he sucked on my tits, I slid my hand down between his legs, stroking him again, teasing him with slow, deliberate movements.
He was so hard I could feel him throbbing in my hand, desperate for more. “You’re so fucking horny,” I teased, biting my lip as I watched him lose himself in pleasure. “You want to fuck me, don’t you?” He nodded, his mouth still on my breasts, his breath coming in ragged gasps as I continued stroking him.
But I wasn’t done with him yet. I pulled away, turning around and giving him a full view of my ass, bending over slightly as I looked back at him over my shoulder. “Lick me,” I commanded, my voice dripping with lust. “I want to feel your tongue.”
Raj dropped to his knees without hesitation, his hands gripping my hips as he buried his face between my legs. His tongue found my pussy. I moaned as he began to lick me, his tongue working eagerly, desperate to please me.
Raj’s face was buried between my legs, and his tongue was working furiously against my pussy. The steam room was filled with the wet sounds of his tongue lapping at my dripping cunt. I could feel every flick and swirl of his tongue as he explored me with a fervour that only intensified my pleasure.
“Mmm, that’s it,” I moaned, my voice filled with raw desire. “Keep going, don’t stop.” His tongue darted between my folds, teasing my clit before moving back down to my entrance. He was relentless, each lick sending jolts of pleasure through my body. I could feel my juices coating his face.
I loved how he was completely lost in the task of making me come. “Do you like that?” I asked, my breath coming in shallow gasps as I pressed my hips back against his face. “Tell me how much you like it.” Raj’s muffled response came in the form of a deep, appreciative groan.
He seemed to be trying to answer me with his tongue. He now pushed inside me, his face pressed firmly against my dripping wet pussy. I could feel the heat of his breath and the urgency in his movements, each stroke and swirl of his tongue making my knees weak.
“Yeah, you’re so good at this,” I praised, feeling myself nearing the edge. “I want you to make me come. I want to feel you working for it.” He intensified his efforts, his tongue moving faster, harder. I could feel his hands gripping my hips tighter, pulling me closer as if he wanted to devour me completely.
The pressure was building inside me, a delicious tension that was threatening to explode with every pass of his tongue. “Fuck, yes!” I screamed, my body trembling as I felt the first wave of my orgasm hit. “Don’t stop. Keep licking!”
I felt my climax building intensely, my body shuddering with each desperate stroke of Raj’s tongue. His relentless assault on my clit was pushing me higher and higher, and I was losing myself completely in the overwhelming sensations.
“Raj,” I gasped between breaths, “don’t you dare stop. I’m so close.”
He responded with increased fervour. His tongue moved faster and deeper as if he were trying to drink every last drop of my pleasure. The steam room was filled with the sounds of my moans. The wet slurping of his tongue as it relentlessly worked to bring me to the edge.
I could feel the pressure building inside me, my clit throbbing with every touch. With one final, intense flick of his tongue, I exploded into an intense, shuddering orgasm. My body arched and convulsed, my screams echoing off the walls of the steam room.
Raj’s face was buried in my pussy, his tongue continuing its work even as I came, drawing out every last bit of my pleasure. As my breathing began to slow and the waves of my orgasm receded, Raj finally pulled back, his face glistening with my juices.
He looked up at me, his expression a mix of satisfaction and exhaustion. “That was incredible,” he murmured, wiping his face with the back of his hand. I reached down and ran my fingers through his hair, pulling him closer. “You did so well,” I praised.
My voice was breathy and filled with satisfaction. “Now it’s my turn to take care of you.” I guided him to a nearby bench and motioned for him to sit. With a playful smile, I got to my knees and unfastened his pants, pulling out his already hard cock. I could see the eagerness in his eyes as he watched me.
“Let me show you how much I appreciate what you did,” I said, taking his cock into my mouth. I started with slow, teasing licks, circling the tip with my tongue before gradually taking him deeper. His groans of pleasure were music to my ears as I worked him with a mix of gentle sucks and firm strokes.
“Fuck, Samira,” he moaned, his hands gripping the edge of the bench as he thrust his hips into my mouth. “You’re amazing.” I kept up my relentless pace, sucking and licking with a growing intensity. I took him all the way to the back of my throat, then pulled back to tease him with long, languid strokes.
I could feel his balls tightening, his breathing growing ragged. “Are you close?” I asked between licks. My eyes locked onto his. “Tell me when you’re about to cum.” Raj’s breathing hitched, and with a few more deep, enthusiastic sucks, he finally reached his climax.
His cum shot into my mouth, warm and sticky, and I swallowed every drop, savouring the taste. As he finished, I gently released him from my mouth and stood up, wiping my lips with the back of my hand. Raj looked utterly spent, his cock softening as he relaxed against the bench.
“That was incredible,” he said breathlessly. “Thank you.” I smiled down at him, satisfied with the session. “Anytime, Raj. Anytime.”We both took a moment to catch our breath and gather ourselves. I could see that Raj was still a bit dazed from the experience, but he seemed content and satisfied.
I took a quick shower to freshen up. Then we left the steam room together, the lingering heat of the session still palpable in the air. Raj, still catching his breath, looked at me with a mix of awe and appreciation.
“Samira, I’ve done this with a girlfriend before, but it’s never felt like this. And, you know, people at the gym—they talk about you a lot. Almost everyone wants a piece of you.”
I raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “Really? What do they say?”
He shrugged, a playful smile on his face. “That you’re absolutely irresistible. They’d do anything to be with you.”
I laughed softly, enjoying the compliment. “Well, that’s flattering to hear.”
Raj hesitated for a moment before continuing, “How about we grab coffee sometime? I’d love to continue this conversation.”
I gave him a teasing smile. “Sure, Raj. Let’s see where this goes.”
With that, we both got dressed, the steam room now a distant memory as we stepped back into the bustling gym.