Even when I don't feel like working out, I'll go to my health club just to see Kara. She may be half my age, and she is always a little flirtatious, so I never took the small winks and grins we shared for anything more than plain fun.
One night a few weeks ago, I had finished a workout and decided to enjoy the Jacuzzi before going home.
I settled into the tub in a pair of shorts, eyes closed as the jets pulsed. My fingers draped over the rim of the tub, slowly unclenching as I relaxed. Slowly I drifted away, smiling as the tension ebbed.
"Oh, I didn't think anyone was still here..." I opened my eyes to see Kara standing at the edge of the tub, holding a stack of folded towels.
"Hey cutie, how are you?" I asked as I looked her over.
It was hard not to look her over, Kara must have been about 23. She packed a slight pudginess into her 5-feet, five-inch frame. I think she weighed about 130, and usually wore tight black jeans and sweaters around the health club.
Her breasts seemed a b-cup, maybe a c and jutted out nicely without being overwhelming. Her face was rounded, her brown curly hair fell just below her shoulders. She just had a body that looked like it would fit well in someone's hands.
"Well, the club is actually closed now," she said.
"Oops, I guess time just got away from me," I said, beginning to get up. That was when I noticed Kara had changed into sweat clothes, not her usual attire. "Were you planning on soaking in the tub?"
"Ummm, yeah. It's one of the big perks I get working here."
"Well, I guess I better split β you need your 'you' time," I said.
"Well, maybe I could use some company," Kara said, as she reached out and rubbed the back of my hand.
"I don't want to get you in any trouble," I said as I felt my cock beginning to rise.
"It's OK, no one else is here β just us. Sometimes I get lonely."
"Well, anything I can do to help," I said as Kara set the towels on a shelf behind her. She turned around to me as she unzipped her top. Above a firm stomach I just wanted to lean forward and kiss, she wore a halter-style top.
I was just beginning to enjoy the sight of her barely contained breasts when she turned away and pulled down the sweat pants to reveal full bikini bottoms that cupped her firm bubble butt.
Kara turned back to me. "Ta-da," she said with a laugh and put her hands on her hips.
Her glance shifted down as I stood to help her into the tub. There was no way to hide my growing erection. I'm no porn star, but no one has ever told me they didn't feel me inside them, and now my seven inches was rising to attention as I held Kara's hand.
"Wow," said Kara, "the water must be nice."