Let’s start this out by saying that long distance relationships are and will always be a bad idea. During the pandemic I (23M at the time, 26M now) got into a relationship with a girl named Lisa (24F at the time, 27F now) who lived in a city 3 hours from me.

This was ill-advised, but we had insane sexual chemistry and dating around was essentially off the table at the start of COVID. So I figured screw it, she was cool, hot, we had great intimacy, and I wouldn’t be going out anyways so no other temptations…or so I thought.

Despite it still being peak COVID, gyms were open in my state and I went regularly. I started noticing this trainer girl who worked at the gym. Maybe 5’9”, long bright red hair, probably C cups and an ass like a freight train. You have to remember, she was a personal trainer, so she was built like a B-52.

I’m a good person generally, one slip up in college when I cheated on a girl I dated. She found out immediately and we broke up, end of story. That was the only time I’d ever truly fucked up until my libido got the better of me.

What I would notice was that all these dudes would go up and try to chat her up at her personal trainer’s desk. She’d smile and flirt and engage with anyone who would talk to her, she was beautiful and very magnetic. Full disclosure, I wasn’t one of those dudes, I was trying my very best to be good and keep my eyes forward on the task at hand.

Ever so slightly though I started to notice her more. I wasn’t sure if I was making this up in my head, but it really seemed like she would work out right near me quite often. Like I’d take a machine or a platform and she’d pick the one right next to it, stuff like that. If nothing else, I let myself think she was doing this on purpose. A little ego boost never hurt anyone even if my thought process about it was somewhat immature (“Oh she picked the machine next to me? ShE mUsT bE iNTo mE” shakes my own head in disapproval of myself)

It turned out I was actually more right than I thought though. She came up to me as I was leaving one day, when I was all sweaty and gross, and smiled brightly and says “Hi! I’m Anna (21F). I have a question…” I look at her and smile politely, “Hi, what’s up?”

She giggles softly and goes “Well, I just wanted to ask, do you…have a girlfriend?”

I froze. A million thoughts go through my head. About Lisa, 3 hours away who I would see that coming weekend, about the morality of this situation, about if I was a bad person for even considering lying. But I made a decision.

“No…I don’t” I said. “Not currently.” It was a snap decision. Worst case, I could think it over before actually doing anything with no real harm done…right?

It did not help the way she was standing there. I think she had a push up bra on so her tits were sticking out of her shirt, her yoga pants fit her like a glove, and her bright blue eyes and red hair were drawing me like a fish to a fucking lure.

“Oh great!” She said. “I just have seen you working out, and I like dating people who also like working out, so I just thought I’d…”

“Wanna grab a drink with me?” The words were out of my mouth before I could stop them. She smiled brightly, “Sure!” We exchanged numbers, and agreed to meet that night. It all happened so fast, I was practically in a trance. I mean though, what’s the harm in one drink?

I got to the bar early. I looked around to make sure I didn’t know anyone there. Lisa might live 3 hours away, but I know people in town who know I have a girlfriend. I had a small little booth in the corner that I got for us. I tried to dress inconspicuously, she did not. Anna comes walking into the bar in a red dress and heels looking like an absolute bombshell. It leveled me. Some other dudes took notice as she walked past them towards my table. Her muscular legs and perfectly toned ass bounced as she walked confidently to our booth.

She sits down and grins at me and throws her long red hair over her shoulder, “Hi…” she said. Fuck. Checkmate. She had me and she knew it. I imagine it was really fun for her, to play with my mind and turn up looking like that. To have that much power over me. I’m sure she was thoroughly enjoying it.

The date went well all things considered. We started talking and I relaxed a bit. We got to know each other and I learned that she had recently broken up with her ex, maybe only a couple months ago. The more she flirted and touched my hand/leg/arm, the more guilty I felt. “You’re a dirt bag” I kept thinking to myself. “You’re scum for doing this, go home idiot. Go home and call your girlfriend.” But I didn’t, I stayed and drank cocktails with her. I had a choice, and I chose to stay.

It eventually got late, I suggested we should head out because they were closing up and she agreed. I walked through the parking lot with her, with just the slightest alcohol buzz. She was parked right near me. Oh boy. Moment of truth. She smiled brightly, “Well that was fun!” I nodded nervously, “Yeah I had a good time…”

Without taking her eyes off me, she took a step towards me. I could see how tiny her waist was through her dress, and tried with all my might to keep my eyes off her tits which were popping out of said dress. She put her hand on my shoulder, and I finally broke. She leaned in and I didn’t stop her. We made out in that parking lot for probably 5-10 seconds, it was blissful.

We broke apart, her gently biting my bottom lip as we did. She smiled at me, and said “well…I guess I’d better go.” I looked at her and said “Yeah…unless you want to…hang out a while longer…in my car.” Whoops.

She stared at me for a moment, expressionless. She finally spoke “I’d like that”. The next few minutes were a blur. We got into the front seat of my car and started making out so passionately that passersby could have been watching us the whole time and we wouldn’t have noticed, it was like this was the only thing either of us wanted to do since we first saw each other in that gym months ago. I can still remember the way her perfume smelled as I kissed her neck and remember thinking that I should get my car washed before seeing my girlfriend that weekend to remove the smell of it.

Eventually, I started to explore her with my hands. Around her shoulders, waist, and legs, after a couple of minutes of exploring I my hand moved to her tits. As soon as this happened she gasped sharply. I took my hand away, thinking I crossed a line. “Sorry…” I muttered, “carried away…” She stopped and looked at me and said very seriously, “You can literally touch me wherever you want. It’s fucking taken you long enough.”

It was ON at that point. I took her tits out of her dress and began to pinch and squeeze her nipples on her request. She had a moan like a porn star and she pawed and grabbed at my crotch with her hands as I played with her perky tits in the front seat of my car. I eventually stuck my hand up her dress (it was only on up to her waist after a while as I had pulled the dress down off her tits), and realized she hadn’t worn underwear to the date. Oooooof course.

My hand moved closer to her pussy and I could practically feel the heat coming off of it. “It’s okay” she whispered, “It’s there for you…touch it.” I barely gave it the lightest caress and her head shot back and it hit the front of the head rest on the passenger seat as she groaned loudly. Even from the lightest touch, I could feel how wet she was. She whispered to me again with a slight hoarseness this time, “You fucker, I said to touch it. Touch it, and keep touching it. I haven’t been touched in months.”

I finally gave her what she wanted after another minute or so of teasing. It was only after she started to whisper repeatedly “Please, please, please, please…” that I finally began to pleasure her the way she wanted. Her bright blue eyes rolled back in her head as I inserted two fingers into this beautiful redhead. She let out a deep groan that was definitely not intentional, and she was clearly living in her own world as I fingered her and rubbed her g-spot, her eyes going completely out of focus and her mouth hanging open.

This went on for maybe a minute or two before she was able to get out the words “I’m…close…” I increased my tempo, my hand soaking wet with her cum as I went in and out, faster and faster. Finally, she gripped my arm as she climaxed, digging her nails into my skin and stifling her scream. I could feel her pussy clench around my fingers as her legs shook. After about 10 seconds or so, she collapsed. Still shaking slightly. After a few moments, she leaned up and kissed me without warning, “thank you…” she said, “I needed that so bad.”

Jesus. This girl really must have for HER to thank ME. I would have done that for my own pleasure alone. I laughed and said “happy to help…”. She grinned, still breathing heavily. After a moment or two, she caught her breath, looked at me, and asked “can I see it?”

I smiled, “See what?” She rolled her eyes in an exasperated way, “Your dick you idiot. I’ve literally been wondering for months.” I laughed, “by all means, you have to take it out yourself though.” She raised her eyebrows, and without another word, started to undo my belt and pants until she pulled my hard member out. She looked at it and exhaled with a smile, and started to slowly stroke it with her hand, her index finger spreading my precum all around the tip.

She softly massaged my dick with her hand, and I asked her, “Do you want to fuck?”. I was past the point of no return with cheating on Lisa. I couldn’t un-ring the bell, so figured I might as well make it worth it. To my surprise though, she smirked slightly and said “Not tonight. I just want to make you happy right now, I want you to just sit back…and enjoy.” She then without asking me, immediately leaned over the center console and took my cock into her mouth and began to suck it slowly, swirling her tongue around the tip.

The whole thing lasted probably about 3 minutes, but it was 3 minutes of absolute heaven. All I could physically see was a mane of bright red hair bobbing up and down over my crotch, but I could feel and hear everything. Every flick of her tongue, every vibration caused by her moaning, every caress of my balls with her painted fingernails, every sucking and popping sound her mouth made. There was so much buildup before this that I was set up for failure if my goal was stamina. I could feel it coming, and quickly said “I’m gonna…” She gave a “Mmhmm” without slowing down or skipping a beat. I finally finished and shot rope after rope of my warm seed into her mouth. She slowed down and moaned softly, holding the cum in her mouth. Then I felt her lips come off of me, then I heard her gulp once, then twice.

She leans back up from across the console and looks at me. “Well then…” she said playfully with a bright smile on her face. We looked at each other for a second and both just burst out laughing. I couldn’t tell you why, maybe just the way she was so matter of fact about it when she finished, or maybe it was just because of the whole situation that this happened in the front seat of my car in a mostly abandoned parking lot of a bar when it was close to midnight on a Wednesday with a relative stranger, I really couldn’t say.

After that we had some chit-chat with some awkward, sexual tension-filled silences. Eventually she said, “well I think I’m going to go home, thanks for the…drink.” I made eye contact with her and raised my eyebrows with a grin, and we both burst out laughing again. She got in her car and went home, and I did as well, feeling a mix of guilt and satisfaction.