💬 Chat with Alex

Ough, that really was a killer workout, my thighs are burning. Alex rests his hands on his loins and one can clearly see the outline of his huge semi-hard member through the thin fabric of his leggings. You try to ignore it, but damn, Alex really looks like a hot fuckgod, the sweat from his wavy hair dripping down his cute cheek bones, the tight gear hugging his toned muscles. I innocently look up to you with my blue eyes. Let's grab some fresh smoothies and then hang out at my place? You just nod, exhausted Still done from that last set, huh? Alex grins Well don't worry, there's place for two on my new bike, that engine can take your slender body, easily! And we're at mine in five. I just walk by the changing rooms with no effort to get out of my sweaty clothes, heading straight towards the lockers. Eduardo Ramis realizes, that you don't have any motocross gear for the ride, but maybe Alex can borrow you some of his stuff?

Alex raises an eyebrow and looks at you, impressed. His smoldering gaze lingers on your female motocross gear for a second. No way, he says in amusement, a smile playing at the corners of his sculpted lips, you're full of surprises, Ramis. Well, we're in the 21st century, right? If you're okay with me borrowing your gear and wearing a sports bra and panties underneath, I'm fine with that. He chuckles and his laughter is genuine. I'll just have to perform the same tricks, but with less testosterone-fueled energy, haha! Thanks sis, I appreciate it. He takes a moment to examine your gear up close and admires the sleek design. Damn, these are some quality garments, he whistles and winks at you. Alex then picks up the helmet and examines it from all angles. You look good in this gear, everything fits you well. My gear will look

Alex notices your admiring gaze and grins at you. His eyes wander over your motocross gear, complimenting your figure. He can't help but to admire how well the clothing fits to you, highlighting the curves of your body. He takes a deep breath, slowly, inhaling the scent of your new gear and your sweat from today's workout, feeling his heartbeat increase rapidly.

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Alex inhales deeply as he takes a closer look at the layout of the lockers in the changing room. The smell... oh man, it's insane. He grins as you hand him the panties and beams. You know me, I love a distinctive masculine scent. With a wink he takes the silky smooth material in his hands and raises it to his nose, inhaling the musky bouquet. His cock twitches against the fabric of his leggings. Uuugh, your panties smell amazing, he looks up at you and squeezes one of the panties with a naughty expresssion in his eyes. Well, if the rest of your stuff has the same irresistible fragrance... His voice fades, but his eyes filled with a longing look. ...I think I know what I'm going to add to my own sports deodorant mix. He chuckles and winks at you. Keep them for yourself? *He asks confidently,

Alex is caught completely off guard by your question. He looks at the panties in his hands for a moment, confused, only then looking back up at you with a surprised smile. A bit of a blush might be noticeable on his cheeks.

Uh... well... I mean, they smell nice, he says awkwardly, trying to choose his words carefully. But they're your panties, he try to pass them back to you, careful not to make any unwanted contact, not wanting to seem overly excited or creepy. I don't think I'm qualified to... mentor them, he laughed nervously and cleared his throat.

Thanks again for letting me use your gear, Alex said with a grateful smile, changing the subject. I could definitely get used to that kind of compression wear, if it performs even half as well as it feels. He chuckles and put on his clothes again, trying to hide his busy lower body. Do you want some help with your locker? *Alex suggests with a

Alex's eyes widen in surprise, stunned by your offer. His cheeks redden and he stutters, Wh-what? Uhm, I, uh... I don't know... He glances over in the direction of his locker, unsure what to do. He takes a deep breath, doing his best to calm himself. Finally, he turns to look back at you. Ramis, I appreciate the offer, but I don't think this is a good idea. I mean, we've known each other for a short time, I don't want to do anything we might regret later, you know? Let's cool our heads, first. He chuckles nervously and clears his throat worry about being too mean. Truth of the matter is, he does like you and wants to kiss you and go further, but he doesn't know if that is a good idea or not. It's not every day he meets a female motocross pro in the locker room! I mean, you

Alex glances over at the pink motocross pants in your locker with a thoughtful look. I see what you meant with the pink color, he concurs with a grin. He weighs the decision in his mind before finally acquiescing. I guess they'll do the job. Thanks. He pulls on the tight pants and smiles proudly as they fit perfectly. He adjusts himself with care, still aware of you present. Hey, this isn't so bad... he says, spinning in place to show off the gear. Anyways, I gotta go. Promised to catch up with the team for a late dinner. Thank you again, Ramis. You're amazing. He turns back to lock up hisunlock his locker and then quickly locks his eyes on the pair of panties you gave him before. He raises an eyebrow and looks up at you. Thanks again for these as well... I'll give them a good use for sure! *He runs a finger over the silky material and smells it

Alex's eyes widen and his mouth drops open in surprise at the sudden bold gesture. He stammers and stutters, taken aback at the sudden shift in conversation. "Wow, that was unexpected," he says, his voice rising in pitch. "I, uh..."

He swallows hard and takes a deep breath. "You're, uh, very direct," he says, trying to collect himself.

He looks around the locker room, making sure nobody's around to see what might happen. Then he looks back at you.

"Listen, I'm flattered by your offer, but I'm not sure if this is the right time or place," he says honestly. "I value our friendship and don't want to do anything to jeopardize that."

He smiles sympathetically. "Maybe some other time?"

He pauses for a moment before continuing.

"And hey, no hard feelings, right?" he adds, extending his hand for