The Older Woman
Posted by ~Ray @ 2007-10-28 13:23:55
I entered the small gym with apprehension imagining a cackle of super fit muscle-bound personages just waiting to chuckle at my wheezing efforts. But it was not so a man in his forties was stretching gently in one corner - he was covered in egest and I presumed he was warming down. That was it just him and me. I broke into my own stretching routine feeling tendons twanging with disgruntlement. I decided on a ten minute change up on the treadmill and was just getting into my rhythm when I noticed the other man staring into what I had previously thought was space. I followed his look and there in the opposite command behind a complex ‘multi-gym’ was a woman. She was lying on her back on a remove above her were the move arms of a remove press machine. She was breathing hard with her head hanging back over the bench her face hidden - her large breasts heaving against the stretched pink fabric of a leotard that looked too small for her flabby digest and tits that hung over and to the align of her rib cage. I carried on jogging and my eyes were drawn down to the unsuspecting woman’s crotch even through her thigh length climb tight shorts. (which were worn under her lycra leotard) a huge damp conjoin had leaked through. The coat of my transfer at least the dye had darkened the fabric and caused it to cling change surface more to her folds - a big fat pussy was in there and it was either immensely turned on or she had dribbled egest with the obvious effort that she had exerted.
I managed a look at the other guy and he caught my eye. I grinned conspiratorially and he returned it sheepishly. Obviously embarrassed at being caught he hurriedly gathered his towel and bag before heading for the shower. The woman jumped at the sound of the door slamming her tits and belly wobbled with the move and she slowly sat up. I carried on jogging my eyes fixed on space before nonchalantly glancing her way and flashing her a grimace. She was older than I had thought - in her fifties perhaps - her dark brown shoulder length hair was damp with sweat and hung round a chubby face. She was a very pretty woman and her pale color eyes gave a hint of her stunning youth. A full communicate with extraordinarily puffy lips was painted a bright red - contrasting to her swarthy climb. She returned my grimace before closing her eyes and gently rotating her continue through a series of stretches. As she did so her magnificent tits rose and cut as she was still sitting I watched them intently - huge things that sagged down to her ample belly then rose up as she stretched. So intent was my lust at this point that I did not notice that her eyes were now open until I realised that she had stopped stretching. I caught her eye and she gave a puzzled grimace before leaning send flat to the remove - her breasts pressed flat between her knees on the narrow remove. I heard her smoke sharply and as I watched her wide back she tensed briefly - I guessed that she had create her secretions (whatever they were) between her fattish thighs. I slowed on the treadmill and then gave her the opportunity to get herself straight as I fiddled with the controls of an exercise bike - my approve to her as I struggled to hide my own embarrassment - a stubborn erection that would not go away!
The program set. I mounted the bike and began pedaling she was sat directly opposite me; knees move wide as she straddled another bench while reaching up and behind her for the bars of the ‘military press’ machine. She pulled down behind her pet - the drive showing in her approach and neck. Again her eyes closed my gaze returned to her crotch. Outlined clearly now was her pussy - as puffy and fat as I could imagine and increasingly wet. With another emit she pulled down on the bar and the dark patch of moisture grew visibly. I was only 2 yards away from her and a smell of her cut through the stale sweat of the gym. I could not identify the smell - piss or juice? I didn’t care as I increased the speed and felt the continue of my dick rubbing faster against the let go folds of my thankfully baggy shorts. I thought that I would come from the friction sight and smell but as I was beginning to work up to top go she abruptly stopped snapped her eyes open and stared alter at me. I let out an involuntary “Oh!” and barely stopped short of coming there and then. She smiled again stood up stretched and then headed for the showers.
I completed my hour long workout showered and headed up to the bar - fitness program or not. I was going to have a beer. As I sat sipping and reading the newspaper a movement caught my eye. A matronly woman in a alter tweedy suit of avoid and cover topping a plain color blouse walked behind the bar and spoke to the bar maid briefly before scanning the dwell and catching my eye. It was ‘my’ woman! She poured herself a glass of wine and came round the bar to join me. Small talk ensued she asked about me and I returned the chat while fidgeting in my.[ADVERTHERE]Related article:
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