Working with Trista

From there I had a great view of her ass in her tightly clad spandex tights as she swayed from side to side. I was definitely lost in thought as I couldn't wait to get my hands on that ass and finish what we started last night. Before long I felt my cock straining against the spandex I was wearing myself. Without realizing it, a half hour had past, and I was drenched in sweat. Snapping me out of my trance, Trista turned around and caught me staring at her backside and was walking towards me.

"Enjoy the view?" she asked me. I nodded and was about to make an excuse when she said, "Ok good, time to give me a view now, off with the wind-pants." I started to stammer remembering what happened when I was on display yesterday and this time with more people nearby. "No sense in stalling, we're not leaving until you're in just spandex for a half hour on a treadmill, besides, I won the bet remember."

I knew it was useless to protest, she would wait here until I did it and I really wanted to finish what we started the night before. I slipped off the wind-pants leaving only the skin tight spandex on. "Mmmmm very nice," she said, "are your balls still full?" I looked around to see if anyone else had heard her. I told her they were and that I had followed her instructions. "I knew you would," she said and she went back to her machine.

Trista standing in front of me didn't help to tone done my hardness at all. I felt that everyone was looking at me, and everyone was noticing my hard cock. Realistically I knew that half the people there didn't care either way, most probably didn't even notice, but that didn't help at all as I felt fully on display.

Mercifully, the half hour ended. Trista giggled as she looked at me in just the tights and said we were done and had to get going. Thankfully, she had allowed me to put the wind-pants back on for the trip back up to the room. Trista told me that she had made an appointment at the salon for both of us which started in a half hour.