I attend a gym frequently, although not as often as I would like, or as often as I should. Whilst they have a section of exercise equipment set aside for just females if they want it, the usual routine is for males and females alike to use any parts of the gym with the obvious exception of the changing rooms. As usual for most gyms, there was a strict “no physical contact” rule, not that I ever heard of it being enforced.
On this occasion, I had used the apparatus for my routine, and as is my custom, had changed into my bikini for a spell in the sauna, followed by the Jacuzzi. The sauna was next to the showers at one end of the room containing the swimming pool, and the Jacuzzi was at the other end.
As it was still early evening, most of those in the gym were younger members, many students from the local University. Being in my late forties, I was one of the older members there. In the sauna, a lot of chat went on, and with the men in just shorts and the females normally in just tiny and very revealing bikinis, a lot of flirting and suggestive banter took place. Even though I was the “old lady” of the group, I found many of the young men still showed quite a bit of interest in me. Then again, so did some of the girls, which I did nothing to discourage.
I think I was a kind of a novelty to them, a member of the older generation who still talked openly and candidly about sexy fun, and who still showed interest in it. From what I gathered many of them had parents who never mentioned the subject, let alone admitted to indulging in it.
It was a very quiet evening, and I was in the sauna with two of the lads, University students I think, Tom and Robbie, that I knew slightly from having met them in there on previous visits when I had joined in chatting in a group which was already there. This time, with it just being the three of us, them in shorts and myself in a tiny bikini, the chat was hotter than usual, and suggestions were much more blatant than normal. I laughed at it, thinking it nothing more than young guys being polite to an old woman, flattering me with their advances. Although I did think I saw a swelling in their shorts as we chatted.
Eventually, I left them in the sauna and went down the length of the pool to the far end and into the Jacuzzi. If I wiggled my bottom slightly more than necessary walking down the side of the pool, can you really blame me? I lay back in the Jacuzzi, arms outstretched along the back of the seating, head back on the marble flooring surrounding the water, enjoying the bubbling waters against my almost bare skin.
I had only been in there a short time when I heard others entering the water, and found the lads sat either side of me, backs against my arms, pinning them in place.
“Err, lads, you seem to be lying on my arms,” I told them, getting rather warmer than the water usually was, “and I would rather like the use of them.”
The hands continued their slow exploration of my upper legs.
“Why do you need the use of them, Marie?” Tom asked. “Are we bothering you?”
I squirmed as a roving hand stroked my nipple through the flimsy bikini top, my bust being just under the water line.
“Not at all,” I managed to say, trying to keep my voice steady. “What would make you think that?”
The lads laughed, and took that as permission to continue, especially as one hand had crept between my upper thighs and I had opened my legs to allow it easier access. Meanwhile, I just lay back and enjoyed it.
The hands stroked my slit through the fabric, and when I started moaning softly, a side bow-tie was pulled loose, and they had access to my wide open and uncovered pussy. The bikini top had been pushed up so they could tease nipples and stroke bare tits. A finger slid inside me, then a second, sliding in and out, while another hand was rubbing my exposed clit.
I lay back, trying not to let my face show what was happening, just in case we should be seen on a security camera. Maybe it was with it being in such a public place, but I was so turned on, I was coming in moments for them. No sooner had I finished coming, than hands changed places and I was being finger-fucked again until I was coming harder than before, and struggling not to scream out loud. A few moments for me to recover slightly, and they started yet again, forcing another climax from my more than willing pussy.
The lads seemed happy that they had made me come for them, so once I had recovered enough, I managed to get them to release my arms, and slid a hand down the front of each of their shorts, finding very firm and erect cocks standing to attention. Now it was their turn to lie back and try to look innocent, as I wanked them both unmercifully, bringing ejections of warm creamy cum into their shorts, milking them until neither had a drop left in them. A few moments to refasten my bikini, and I left them lying there gasping, happy smiles on their faces.
