I lifted my eyes, and met hers. "I'm sorry," I whispered, still in the strange position, and heard her whisper quietly. "Don't be." And before I could...think, she leaned forward slightly and her lips touched mine. Instantly, every ounce of desire and passion I'd been holding back came free, and I breathed in quickly through my nose, slowly lowering from the stance to bring my hand up to touch her face as I continued to kiss her deeply, passionately. Eventually, I broke the kiss, now standing. . I was still horny-so horny. No, oh God no - please don't. Don't make me do it. Oh God, you bastard, you're going to make me do it to myself, aren't you? I realized that people were listening, and I burned with humiliation. I prayed for the strength to resist, but my body was already betraying me. I pushed down, grunting as I impaled myself on the cock in my ass.Up and down it led me. Faster and faster. I was doing it. I was fucking myself. Fucking myself in the ass while everyone in the. The woman looked slim and trained. Her upper arms were a little saggy, but that didn't make her any less attractive. I also had the impression that she wasn't wearing a bra under her muscle shirt. The swelling of my cock just couldn't be missed by them.But at some point I was done with my exercises and had to walk through the studio to the next machine. Of course it was occupied and I leaned against the wall waiting. The old woman came up to me and stood in front of me."That probably sounds. This close! But ...." You know what the great writers do?" Yeah. They write." They dress the part. Guys who write baseball stories carry a bat aroundwith them. I've seen them. Guys who write war stories wear a helmet. Theyhave some sort of affectation. You could do the same thing." You want me to cross-dress?" Hell, wearing a pair of panties isn't cross-dressing, bubbles. Youaren't going the full Caitlyn, you know? Just a bit to regaininspiration." It sounds silly, baby." Oh, just try it, you.