I guess I could be exaggerating a bit. I am six feet tall and only fifteen pounds heavier then would be ideal. I enjoy working out, and I am in pretty good shape for a guy of fifty. My wife likes me without reservation. She has seen me in better shape, and in worse.
I like the gym that I joined. It has nationwide membership for the times that I travel. The people that use it are mostly normal people. I can show up, say hi, work out, and leave. No one cares if anyone else is lifting big or small weights. No one cares if anyone else was there once or fourteen times last week. We are all friendly, but we all do our thing and leave.
Like any good gym, there is a non-harassment policy, but I don’t think they have ever had to enforce it. Well, that’s not one hundred percent true. I used to have a workout partner. One time she looked over my shoulder and her eyebrows shot up. She used her eyes to make me look, and I couldn’t stop myself.
There was a woman behind me doing jumping jacks. Her sports bra was not up to the task of supporting her magnificent succulent I-want-to-touch-and-taste-them breasts. The woman caught me looking and glared at me. The next day, the manager gave me a look and then pointed to the poster with the policy. Enough was said, and things were back to normal.
By the way, my workout partner moved, and so I work out alone. It takes longer to work out with a partner, but the time goes by faster. If you’re ever in the area, and you want to hang with me at the gym, just let me know.
The other day, I was doing my own thing at the gym, pretty much ignoring the people around me. I was using the butterfly machine when something caught my eye. The machine faces the door to a utility closet where some of the employees store their stuff. The door was open because the woman who does janitorial work was putting her stuff away.
I really wasn’t even paying attention to her as she finished. I wasn’t even looking at her as she stepped in front of a little mirror and she checked her appearance as she prepared to leave. What caught my attention was when she reached under her shirt and adjusted her bra strap. Even that didn’t really catch my attention. When she smoothed down her shirt and then checked her own bust line in the mirror, she had my attention. You can probably guess that I am a sucker for well formed breasts.
Of course, she was completely unaware that I was sitting there. She ignores us in a friendly way, just like we ignore each other. Maybe it was natural instinct or maybe her eyes caught something in the way I froze with the weights lifted.
With her bust still lifted, her eyes turned and met mine. I don’t know if she was shocked at herself for doing what she was doing in plain sight, or if she was shocked that I was obviously staring in awe. Either way, we both blushed. I quickly looked away, and she quickly closed the door.
The harassment policy clearly states that anything that makes someone else in the gym uncomfortable is unacceptable. Even if unintentionally, I had violated the policy. I hoped that if I apologized, things wouldn’t get out of hand. Thankfully I didn’t have to wait long.
She started to open the door, but froze as she saw I was still sitting there.
Trying to sound calm, I said, “I’m sorry. Even though it was unintentional, that was inappropriate. I did not mean to stare.”
She took a deep breath, and she gave me a shaky smile.
“I should have closed the door,” she admitted. The smile faded and she said, “My actions were inappropriate as well. I could get fired.”
“I won’t say anything,” I reassured her.
She almost said something, but stopped. Finally she said, “Thank you. I appreciate that. Have a good workout.”
I said, “Thank you, and have a good evening.” She nodded and headed out the door.
I shrugged off the event, and went back to working out and ignoring the people around me in a friendly way. I won’t bore you with the details, but more than an hour passed before I was showered and heading out the door to go home.
She was waiting outside with a stern look on her face.
“Can we go somewhere and talk?” she asked, sounding a bit uncertain. “Not here,” she added with a questioning tone.
“Sure,” I replied, trying not to sound as perplexed as I was. “What do you have in mind?”
“Unless you like one of the places downtown, we could just go in there,” she said as she indicated the bar across the parking lot. Downtown was only a few blocks away. I live in the next town over, so I had no preference.
“Here is fine. Come on, I’ll buy you a beer,” I said with a smile. She nodded and then quickly walked across the lot to the bar. She seemed nervous about something, and I was hoping it wasn’t our earlier encounter. She opened the door for herself before I could step around her to get it.
We slowed down for a moment to get drinks at the bar, and then she led the way over to a tall table away from other people. She still seemed nervous.
“So,” I began, “besides keeping my eyes to myself, what can I do for you?” I tried to sound friendly and open to calm her nerves.
“Actually, I was hoping you would use your eyes,” she said. She almost looked at me, but mostly she was nervously looking at the table.
“In what way?” I gave her a reassuring smile.
“I want you to tell me what you see.” She was still nervous, and she was still thinking her request through in her head.
I had no idea how to answer her request. She was a shorter Hispanic woman with medium length black hair and dark eyes. She was wearing clothes that hid her form, but they did not hide that she carried a few extra pounds in her hips. I waited for her to clarify what she wanted.
“Of course this is crazy,” she started. She actually looked at me. “I have a small cleaning business. Mostly I do businesses like the gym, but I also do some houses. One of my customers is a well-to-do couple with a nice house out at the edge of town. The gentleman has been trying to seduce me for quite a while. His wife has hinted that I might enjoy becoming his friend. We both know what she means.”
She paused to take a drink, and to see if I was judging her for better or for worse. I tried to keep looking friendly.
“Then one night last month, the wife and I were talking about food, and I agreed to cook a meal for her. He showed up, and I ended up making dinner for all of us, and they loved it.”
That was definitely not where I thought the story was headed.
“Now the wife thinks that I should move in and live rent free in their spare bedroom and become their cook. I would still clean, but she says I would be free to enjoy other benefits as well.”
That seemed more in line with where I thought she was going.
“Then it all gets complicated. I have been living with my daughter for a long time, but I need to move out soon. I don’t know if I trust their motives and I don’t know if I trust myself.”
“You know his desire,” I pointed out, “but do you really know his motives? And how is it that you don’t trust your own self?”
“I don’t know what they want for sure. He wants a playmate. She probably wants someone to occupy him, but someone she can control. They will still pay me for cooking and cleaning, so I am trading favors for free rent.”
“I can see where you wouldn’t ask your daughter for advice on this,” I teased. “Don’t you have a best friend you to talk to?”
“Yes,” she said indignantly. “But she says I should trust my instincts, which I don’t.”
“Why not?”
She stopped to consider her words again. I still did not see how advice from a stranger like me was going to help.
Finally, she said, “My husband left me five years ago. He married a skinny little twig of a woman with no boobs.”
I couldn’t help but to glance at her full figured chest. “His loss,” I suggested.
She blushed a bit. “He said so many mean things to me over the years, and I maybe believed him. Steve looks at me like you did earlier, and says so many nice things. I want to believe him, but I am not sure. What if he just wants a toy to play with? What if he tires of me and they kick me out? It’s been forever since I had sex, and when he looks at me like that and says those things, I get all flustered and I can’t think. I don’t trust my instincts, because my instincts just want to get laid.”
Suddenly she was shocked by the words coming out of her mouth, and she blushed deeply.
I couldn’t help but asking, “Is that what you want from me?”
I intended my question as a joke, to tease her and to lighten the mood.
“No!” she cried out, as if I had completely offended her. I think she realized how harsh she sounded. Softly, she added, “Maybe?”
I caught her eyes and said, “No worries. I meant that as a joke. What were you hoping I could do for you?”
She took a moment to recompose herself. “What I would like is for you to look at me. Tell me what you see. Tell me what you were seeing earlier that you liked, but also things that you don’t like.”
Her earnest expression almost broke me, and I almost allowed myself to answer right away.
Instead, I stated, “I have always suspected that women are trained from birth to ask men loaded questions.” I softened the accusation with a smile.
She looked crestfallen. I allowed myself to fall a little into that trap.
I reached out and lifted her chin up so she had to look at me.
“Let me know when you never want to hear me speak again,” I suggested. “Let me start with what I have seen before today. Because my schedule varies, I have only seen you at the gym a handful of times. You get along well with the night manager and you two both smile when you talk to each other. It is obvious that you respect her as much as she respects you.”
She seemed both proud and embarrassed as she said, “That’s not exactly what I was asking.”
“I know. You want the good and the bad. I am giving you contrast. She is young, and I assumed you were closer to her age. Now I can see that you are closer to my age, probably in your early forties. You have a nice face, though you won’t be picked to be on a fashion magazine. The lines around your eyes are there from smiling, not age.”
A bashful smile spread across her face, confirming my observation.
“I really haven’t been paying attention, but it seems like all I have seen you wear before were loose sweat shirts and baggy pants. The shirt you are wearing tonight is no different. It is loose and probably very comfortable, but it conceals your shape.”
“Like I have a shape,” she said in an exacerbated tone.
“Every woman has a shape,” I stated. “We were both checking out some of yours, though we may have been seeing it differently.”
She blushed again.
“Steve saw me with my shirt off,” she explained. “I had spilled something on it and I took it off to dry it. I didn’t know he was home. I caught him staring at me with the same look you had.”
“With your shirt pulled tight to highlight your form, I saw that your breasts are nicely shaped,” I said. “Unless you have an amazing bra, they have very little sag. I admit that I have a breast fetish, and I would love to see yours. But I have another fetish. When breasts sit high and firm like yours, I love to kiss the ribs beneath them.”
As I spoke, she swallowed and then her lips parted expectantly. I did something that I normally wouldn’t have done. I stepped close to her. My body was blocking anyone else from seeing. I put my hand on her hip, and then ran it up under her shirt to her ribs.
“While you were checking out your bust line, I was lusting a touch of your skin right here.”
Her eyes were staring deep into mine as she allowed me to trace my thumb across her skin just below her bra. Suddenly, she slid a hand up my shoulder to my neck, and she pulled me down and she kissed me. My fingers dug into the skin that I lusted and she groaned as the kiss grew intense. She pressed her hip into my growing cock, and then let her fingers trace the bulge. She pushed me away and her eyes sought mine.
“I need to get laid,” she joked as she judged her own actions.
“Not here,” I joked back. “The bartender would kick us out.”
“The last time I had sex in a bar, I ended up pregnant and married,” she scoffed. We both smiled at her sad joke. Her tone turned serious as she added, “I know a place, but you can’t tell anyone.”
I decided that a little truth now would save a lot of trouble later. “I would have to tell my wife,” I said. She looked shocked, so I added, “We have an open marriage. As long as I tell her, it’s all good.”
She studied my eyes for about a half of a second.
“I hate that I can’t tell if you’re telling the truth,” she stated. She kissed me again and I could taste her hunger and need. “Wrong as it may be, I just don’t care,” she said. “Let’s go.”
She slammed most of her drink and we hurried out to my car. I opened the door for her, and she kissed me again. I held her and offered her another opportunity to think about what she was planning.
“Do you want me to pick up condoms?” I asked. There was a convenience store next to the bar where I could get some.
“My tubes are tied, so I won’t get pregnant,” she answered.
“My wife and I used to be avid swingers,” I said. “We get tested for STD’s but it’s been a year since the last time. The risk is low, but it’s something we should consider while we can almost think.”
She did think about it for a moment or two. Finally she said, “My ex cheated on me several times. He caught something treatable from one of them. I got tested and I did not have it or anything else. If what you say is true, my risk was higher of catching something from him than it is from you.”
She kissed me again and said, “Let’s go.”
It took five minutes to drive to her place.
For all of her hurry to get to this point, she suddenly hesitated as she stopped at the foot of the bed.
“Promise me something,” she said hesitantly.
“What sort of promise?” I asked.
“Promise that when you see my body, if it is too fat or too plain or too hideous to see, just pretend to get a text message and pretend that you have to leave.”
I smiled and stepped close enough to touch her face.
“Okay, I can make that promise. Will you promise me that when I see your body, and when I can’t stop my hands from touching you and when I can’t stop from tasting you, that you will let me take what I want, as long as it pleases you?”
She started to smile and answer yes, but I kissed her before she could speak. My hand found its way under her shirt to her ribs and she groaned into the kiss. She let one of her hands reach for the bulge of my cock as the other slid under my shirt and up my ribs.
We fondled and kissed for several minutes. She paused a moment to pull my shirt off. Her eyes and hands caressed the lines of muscle in my chest and shoulders. When her eyes met mine, she smiled, took a deep breath, and then pulled her own shirt off. Her eyes watched my face closely for my reaction.
I smiled to let her know I was having fun, and then let my eyes and hands caress and enjoy the lines and curves of her body. My hands started on her shoulders and slid down her arms. They jumped from her elbows to her hips. One hand circled back to caress and pull her to me as the other slid up to tease her ribs.
She seemed to be holding her breath. With a playful smirk, I leaned down and kissed her ribs. The air whooshed out of her and she groaned aloud in pleasure. I kissed my way up the line between her breasts and up her neck. At the same time, my skilled finger released the clasp on the back strap of her bra.
I had planned to slide her bra off as I kissed my way back down to her breasts. As my lips met hers, she pulled the bra from between us and pressed her full breasts into my chest. We both groaned in pleasure at the feel of our naked skin pressed together.
Her eyes watched intensely as we separated and my eyes swept down to her breasts. In my eyes, they were nearly perfect. She had full, firm D cups that with a small bit of roll where they rested on her chest. She had larger mocha colored areolas with well formed nipples at the center. I longed to fill my hands with their fullness and lift her succulent flesh as I nibbled and teased my way to her nipples.
Her body trembled in my arms as she realized the intensity of my lust. Our eyes met and locked as I moved to satisfy my desire. I lifted her breast and continued to look up at her as I sucked the bottom of the full globe in and nibbled on it. A wave of pleasure swept through her body as I nibbled my way up to her nipple. Her nipple hardened before my lips found it, and she squealed in pleasure as my lips and teeth reached it.
Another wave of pleasure raged through her, and she pulled my head harder onto her breast. I sucked harder on her nipple and she cried out.
At first she cried out, “Oh,” followed by a fast string of Spanish words that I could not follow. She pulled me harder and I sucked harder, and then she cried out another string of Spanish followed by “Oh, no no stop!”
I stopped sucking, even though she still held me close to her breast. Her eyes were closed, and her body was shaking in reaction. I waited for her. It seemed like a full minute passed before she finally relaxed her hold and opened her eyes.
“I’m sorry,” I said, even though I wasn’t sure why. “Was I too aggressive?” I didn’t think so, but sometimes my lust overrides my ability to pay attention to those details.
She shook her head no as she caressed my cheek. Finally she said, “You almost made me cum.”
“Why did you make me stop?” I asked with a smile.
She blushed and answered, “I don’t know.” She looked embarrassed for a moment, and then she added, “I just wanted you inside me when it happened.” She blushed even harder.
“Yes?” I asked.
Suddenly, she couldn’t speak, but she nodded. I reached for her pants, and she allowed me to unbutton her jeans and slide them and her panties down to the floor. She watched as I unbuckled and slid my pants and boxers off. She wrapped her fingers around the shaft and pulled me onto the bed. Her eyes looked to mine for approval as she pulled me forward. I smiled and pressed ahead and she guided me in between her lower lips.
Her eyes begged me to press inside. Her hips rolled and I obliged. She was very hot and wet and tight inside, and she eagerly took me in. She gasped as my hardness filled her. Her legs wrapped around me and held me in place as she trembled. When her eyes slowly opened, she pulled me down and kissed me hard.
As the kiss ended, she said, “I think I told you it’s been a long time.”
I kissed her much more gently, and she knew that I understood. I continued to gently kiss her, but my hands found their way to her ribs. I teased and caressed just below her breasts. When her hips started to slowly rock below me, my hands moved further up on to the swell of her breasts. Before too long, our thrusts started to pick up speed. Soon we were breathing too hard to keep kissing. My hands continued to kneed and tease all around her breasts, but I was purposefully not touching her nipples.
She said something very encouraging in Spanish, and then she took my wrist and tried to pull my fingers onto her nipple. I grabbed her wrist and pulled her hand up behind her head. My eyes held hers as I leaned down to kiss her breast. She smiled and said something appreciative in Spanish. Through all of that, we continued to thrust together in pleasure.
I did kiss the bottom swell of her breast. Then I gave her a naughty smile and attacked her ribs. She cried out in surprise as my lips and tongue nibbled and teased along each of her ribs. She struggled to get her hand free from where I held it behind her head. I held it there tight enough to keep it there, but not so tight that she couldn’t have broken free if she wanted to.
The temperature inside where she was wrapped around my thrusting cock rose considerably, and she wordlessly called out in pleasure. I quickly pressed to nibble my way up her breast. As my lips wrapped around her hardened nipple, she pulled her hand free. Her fingers tore into my hair and she pulled my face into her breast with all of her strength. I sucked on her nipple as hard as I dared, and her orgasm exploded within her.
We continued to thrust and grind and pull and suck as her orgasm peaked, sustained, and crashed. At some point, I released her nipple, and she pulled my head between her breasts. She held me there until the trembling of her body slowed.
“Oi fuck,” she said quietly in a heavy Spanish accent.
“Feeling better?” I asked.
“I am happy,” she said as she caressed my head.
“Me too,” I said happily. “Although…” I added.
She continued to stroke my hair for several seconds before her body tensed up a bit.
“You didn’t?” she asked.
“Oh, it’s not that,” I said as I lifted my head to smile at her. She looked worried, and so I quickly added, “Do you know that one of the rules of working out is keeping your workout balanced, right?”
“Yes?” she answered, looking quite confused.
I smiled. “I made you cum while teasing your breast and ribs on that side. We need to balance it out with another on this side.”
She smiled at my humor. “I don’t think I can do that again.”
“You promised,” I teased. “Let me know if this isn’t pleasing to you.”
She shook her head in disbelief, but allowed me to capture her other hand and pull it up behind her head. I bent down to gently kiss and nibble on her ribs.
“That just tickles,” she laughed.
“You’re not feeling it right,” I teased.
I let my teeth and tongue get more aggressive. She gasped and her body squirmed beneath me. When her hips rolled, my cock pulled marginally out of her and she hissed at the intense pleasure. She moaned as my oral assault worked its way onto her breast.
She moaned out another string of Spanish words, and her hips began to roll beneath me. She pulled her hand free from behind her head, but she simply placed it on the side of my head so she could caress my hair.
“Why would you make me cum like that again,” she asked quietly.
“Didn’t you like it?” I asked back.
“Yes,” she admitted.
“You need another,” I prescribed.
“It will be too much,” she protested.
“Should I stop?” I inquired.
“Never,” she insisted.
As we spoke, my hips slowly started to thrust to meet the rolling of her hips. I kissed and nibbled every bit of her breast except the nipple. Every time my teeth and lips neared her nipple, it would perk up more, and her breathing would become erratic.
She was closer to another orgasm than she realized. I could feel the heat inside her building, and with each long thrust, her insides were holding tighter to my cock. Each time my cock reached deep inside her, something inside her would flutter against the head. She was breathing really hard even though we weren’t fucking nearly as vigorously as the first round. It was time.
I swirled my tongue in around her nipple. I lifted her breast so she could see my tongue tracing in circles. I watched her eyes as she intensely watched my teeth settle in to trap the bud. I bit down just enough to trap it, and then quickly flicked my tongue over the sensitive flesh. Her orgasm quietly erupted deep inside.
The wave of pleasure raced in slow motion up her body. She took two quick breaths and then groaned as she pressed her head back into the bed. Her hands caught my head so she could track its motion, but she did not push me away. Suddenly, her pussy clamped down hard on my cock, and she noiselessly cried out. Her legs wrapped around me and she held me tight as her body went rigid in pleasure. I let her hold me as I continued to tease her nipple. Her orgasm seemed to last forever.
I was not prepared for the lack of words. She had been very verbal on her first orgasm, and the lack of noise through this intense one distracted me from finishing. I actually pushed up and away from her to make sure she was alright.
There was lust burning in her eyes as they raked down with seeming x-ray vision to see my hard cock buried inside her. They flashed back up to my face and she rattled of an intense series of Spanish curses or demands. Her heels dug into my ass and her body demanded more. I started fucking her and she spurred me on. As we picked up speed, she cried out some words that I know are Spanish swear words. Suddenly, she sat up and bit my pectoral muscle. She didn’t bite hard enough to hurt, or even to leave a mark, but it surprised me.
“Hey!” I exclaimed, but I continued thrusting with her.
“Just like you,” she said and then she bit closer to my nipple. I tried to pull away. She let me, but then, with an evil smile on her face, she turned and bit my bicep. She let me pull my arm away as well. Our eyes met, and the raw lust I saw burning in hers shot straight to my core. She pulled me down and pressed her teeth into my shoulder, and I exploded inside her.
She growled in pleasure as her teeth scraped roughly across my skin and I cried out as the heat poured out of my cock into her. She turned and kissed me as we both let our bodies move together. Our hips slowed and stopped, but my cock continued to pulsate, and her pussy continued squeezing. We just held on for dear life and let the pleasure burn through us.
My body wanted to collapse on top of her, to crush her with the satisfied lust I felt. I chose to sit back on my heels instead. Her eyes were closed, and I wanted her to open them and see that I would still lust her body. When her eyes didn’t open right away, I reached out and caressed her skin with my hands and my eyes. A tired smile spread across her face.
When she finally opened her eyes, she watched me as I continued to enjoy caressing up and down her body. Suddenly she tensed up. She reached out and gently touched one of the red marks on my shoulder. The teeth marks were red almost to the point of breaking the skin.
She looked embarrassed as she whispered, “Why didn’t you stop me?”
“It was the fire in your eyes,” I explained. “You wanted that badly just then.”
“I went too far,” she worried.
“I didn’t stop you,” I said. “I was getting off on seeing how far you would go.”
“I went too far,” she repeated.
“We went there together,” I said. “Please don’t have any regrets.”
“It was too far,” she said, ending the debate.
She was upset about how far we had taken things, and she wasn’t going to let it go. She did let me take her into the shower where we both quickly rinsed. She even allowed me to dry her body. She smiled as I playfully teased her ribs and breasts with the towel, but she did not let things go beyond that. After we dressed, she asked me to drop her back near the gym, and I did.
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The next time I saw her at the gym, she blushed when I waved hello. She wouldn’t come near me. I have seen her a couple of times since then, and she will smile and wave back now, but she won’t talk to me. I very much enjoyed our little tryst, but she does not seem to want to repeat the experience, and I won’t be pushy about it.
