Fantasy Actress Roleplays

[Krishan202]

My name is Janhvi Kapoor, age 23.At 19  I was working as a reception at a local gym. because that I get to use the equipment for free. I see a ton of hot ones at the gym.




Every ,onday evenings right after work get busy, everyone trying to work off the damage they did over the weekend. I was  a little frantic checking people in to the gym, when in walks the most gorgeous man I have ever seen. He's at least six feet, built like someone who knows his way around a weight room, piercing blue eyes, and dimples for days. I'm cute, but I don't rate in this guy's league, plus he's way too old for me. He already has a little salt in his dark brown hair. None of that keeps me from flirting.

"Hi there. You're new here."

"I am. My old gym ran a special on memberships and started getting too crowded."

"Lucky us that you'd come here."

"I also heard that the receptionists at this gym were a lot hotter. And from what I'm seeing so far, I'd say that rumor is true."

My cheeks are red, and I'm out of cute retorts.



"I'm Roy, by the way."

"Janhvi."

The line behind him is starting to pile up, so I check some more guests in. Roy sticks around.

"Beautiful name."

"Thank you."

"What does a beautiful girl with a beautiful name do for fun?

"I'm in College, so mostly College stuff—dancinging, yearbook gym."

"You're in College? I would have guessed graduate. How old are you?"

"I turned 19 a little over a month ago."

"We'll have to have a belated celebration."

I'm not sure what I'm going to do with a total stranger to celebrate, but I like his confidence.

"Until then, let me take you to dinner. Are you working tomorrow night?"

"No, I'll have work."

"Come on Janhvi, cut lose a little. We'll have an early dinner, and I'll get you home in plenty of time to get your work done."

He pulls out his phone. "Type in your address. I'll be there are 6:00."

I spend the rest of the evening in a haze, glancing over my shoulder to try and catch a glimpse of Roy working out. He takes off his sweatshirt when he lifts, and his torso and arms are pure muscle. 



On his way out the door, Roy throws me a wink, "See you tomorrow, sexy." I feel a little guilty since I've been dating my classmate Krish, but I've never had anyone call me sexy before. The heat from his wink and his cocky comments crawls between my legs, leaving a warm wet spot on my panties. Krish has never done that for me.


I can't decide what to wear. I finally settle on a red sundress that has ties on the spaghetti straps. It's sexy but not over the top. I put my long hair up in a bun and dab on extra makeup to try to look hot.



Roy shows up on a black motorcycle, which catches me off guard. I've never been on one before. Giving me a little smirk, he tells me to keep my arms and legs wrapped around him, and to lean into the curves. My parents are still at work, so there's no weird introductions.

"Do you like Italian food?" he asks me.

"Love it."

"Perfect. I know a place."

The Italian restaurant is a hole-in-the-wall with seven tables. Roy seems to know all the staff, and the cook comes out to greet us.

He orders a bottle of red wine and pours me a glass. I keep my voice low when I remind him, "I didn't drink"

He gives me another one of his now-infamous winks and assures me, " You can get away with a lot of stuff when you're with me, babe."

I tell him I need to take it slow on the wine because I've never really drunk. But every time I take a sip, he refills my glass nearly to the brim. I'm quickly warm all over and giggling too much at his stories.



When the waitress comes by, Roy tells her to keep the menus, because we already know what we want. We do? He orders for me, and I feel a little miffed and taken care of at the same time.

"She'll have the manicotti, and I'll have the veal."

"Isn't veal bad for the animal? I mean, aren't they mistreated?"

"Babe, any animal we eat is mistreated at some point. It's like a lot of things in life: you've got to learn to just sit back and enjoy it."

Hmm, I think that one over.

"Like the motorcycle. Some people see it as dangerous, but some people like the way it feels between their legs. Did you like how it felt between your legs?"

I'm shocked by his question and not sure if he intended it to sound the way it did. "It was more fun than I would have thought."

"What about the power, the vibration, the way the seat ground into you? Did that turn you on?"

Now I'm blushing, from the wine, or his questions, or both. "I guess so."

"We'll have to do it more often then."



Just then, I'm saved when the plates arrive. He did a great job picking my food, because it is delicious. At one point, when a string of cheese drips onto my chin, Roy reaches over to slide it into my mouth. He lets his finger rest on my tongue a moment longer than it needs to, and I can feel my panties dampen at the intrusion.