With a smile on her lips, Maria stretched out, the busty brit wearing her exercise clothing...a sports bra and a pair of bike shorts. She bends down, legs spread, stretching them out as she reaches to one side, touching her toes and letting out a little groan. It always felt good to get a little exercise in...to relieve the stress of the day, though it was only one of her favorite ways.

He was resting, simple as that. Half asleep and blended in with the background, undisturbed, lazily watching the comings and goings. That is until a busty female entered the Gym building.
“Hmmm….this could be interesting.” Interest roused he starts to watch her. Interest fixed on her bottom as she starts to do her stretching, the fabric straining over the thin material of her shorts.
“Very interesting.” Senses telling him nobody around, smirk in his mind, next prey found.

She straightens, hands lifted upward, back arched and breasts thrust out as she stretches a bit more, holding that pose for a few moments before relaxing again.
"Alright...what first..." She muses, pursing her lips and looking around at the various equipment...treadmills, weight machines, and the like.

“Hmm…she looks delicious.” Unaware of the show she was giving to him. Keeping to the shadows a bit as he moves closer to her, his sight fixed to her, never loosing any movement.
“She will give me a good meal” he thinks as he appreciates the sight, big breasts stretched firm against the material of her shirt.
He had time, he would wait, for the right moment, when he would strike.

Maria opts for the treadmill, turning it on a slower setting at first, more of a fast walk than anything else. She lets herself get used to the setting, then turns it up a bit, jogging in place now, breasts bouncing a bit, though her sports bra keeps them from moving too much.

He enjoyed himself immensely, having himself brought into a position to se her in profile.
“Real nice body….” Thought to himself, watching the light bouncing of her chest, watching the muscles move under her skin as she jogged on the treadmill.
“These will give me a delicious~ meal for sure.” Small chuckle to himself, as the poor student was absolutely clueless about the danger she was in.
He decided to bid his time, let her work herself out, then he would fall over her sweating body, to get what he carved.


(sorry when it takes some time for me to post >.<)

The girl had stamina, it seemed, running on the treadmill for a while, then moving on to some of the simpler weight machines...things to keep her toned and healthy, not to build her muscles too much. Finally, though, she lets out a breath, sitting on the edge of a bench and running her fingers through her damp hair.

“Hmmm….she has some stamina” he would have licked his lips, if he had have a mouth or tongue for that matter. “That will guarantee that she will struggle a bit…not much, but enough for it to be fun.” He would smirk, but the same problem as before. He crept a bit closer, coming into range to get some thoughts and images set into her, what he did. The sensual feeling of a single sweat drop, creeping down her body, feeling enhanced, caress over her skin, alog the side of her breast, over her belly, into her shorts.

(also here: sorry if it takes some time to post...rl >.<)

Maria breathes in sharply as she feels that droplet of sweat slide down her skin, leaving a tingle in its wake, the feeling incredible against her warm body. She chews gently on her lower lip, reaching up to idly trace the drop's path with her fingers, lips parting in a soft exhale.

An illusion, a simple one, the touch of her finger as if an ice cube was held with it.
“Oh, we do have a naughty one, it seems.” Softly chuckled for only him to hear. “Lets see…” he smirked, mentally, as always.
Another drops path chosen, town her back, along her spine, this one taking its time, slowly, agonizing so, approached and finally glided into the valley between her bottom cheeks.

Her deep red lips parted, another soft, slightly trembling exhale escaping her as her fingertips, seeming as cold as ice, travel down her warm skin. She shivers, feeling the next drop sliding ever so slowly down her back, the young woman biting on her lower lip as her eyes slide shut...

Invisible finger, tracing her lip, caressing the red and plush skin, going along it. An image, subtle brought into her mind, she sitting there, sweat glistening, seen on her belly where the top doesn’t reach, she panting softly, hand placed into the shorts. The picture only brief, a suggestion, tick of mind so to say, as he lets the feeling of the drop on her back travel lover still, between her ass cheeks, resisting gravity, as it softly rolls to her sex.

Maria seems caught up in those sensual feelings, sliding her hand downward, her tongue sliding over her lips. She leans back a little, a hand sliding into her tight shorts, teasing her sex a moment before she slowly pushes a pair of fingers inside, her nipples standing out against the tight fabric of her short top.

He moved, slowly but surely, as she seemed to be caught in the moment, a mistake on her part, as it gave him the time to make himself ready.
A feathers light touch, on her nipples, around them, lightly teasing. Her fingers would feel cold, nothing biting, just a contrast to her warm sex.
He now is behind her, ready to pounce…

Maria arches her back, letting out a soft moan as she fingers herself, her other hand sliding beneath her top to grasp an ample breast, squeezing and playing with it. She doesn't notice the thing moving up behind her, her eyes closed, her attention focused on herself now.