Libertine Adventures

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Samantha, Barb

Carrollton

The next day I was cooking dinner out of the red and white cookbook when Krystal came home from work. As she came into the kitchen I gave her a kiss and she said, "We need to talk about something."

I pointed at the bar and she sat down, placing her tits on the bar so I could see them perfectly. "Nice touch, that, " I said.

She smiled happily and said, "Thanks."

I popped the dinner into the oven and set a timer for half an hour. "We have 30 minutes, lay it on me."

Without preamble, "I want to go check out Anne's gym. The PT at the MEPs station is a joke and I feel like I am going to gain weight, especially if your cooking keeps improving as it has."

I grinned at her knowingly, "Seeing a sweaty Anne just the cherry on top?"

Krystal replied, "If she had a cherry you took that Saturday night."

She put her elbows on the bar, squeezed her tits together, and said, "Plus, I think you need to expand your horizons some and start fucking older women."

Visions of Aunt Gwen flashed through my mind's eye and I had to agree, older women could be a lot of fun. I looked at Krystal and asked, "Any idea how much that is? My budget is pretty tight."

She scrunched up her delightful face as if she had smelled something rancid. "What have you been buying?"

"Food and astonishingly lube. That stuff is expensive."

She grinned happily, "And it feels amazing when you use it on me. Or Lisa. Or Nicole. Or Anne. I think we all would agree that it is a good investment."

Laughing I had to agree. "As for food, if you mix in a salad every now and then, food costs would go down."

My turn for the rancid face, "We both hate salads."

"True, but money is money."

I poured each of us a glass of iced tea, the kind grandma makes, so sweet it could hurt your teeth.

I considered it a minute, then asked, "What is the real underlying reason you want to go to the gym?"

She looked up at me and said, "Sometimes I worry about your classmates taking the sex more seriously than you intend. Emotionally that is."

I had considered her response a moment. In truth, I did too which is why I arranged for Lisa to get together with George. Well, one of the reasons at least. "You think an older woman will be immune to the charm that is my cock?"

She nodded once, "Emotionally at least."

I reached over to lightly stroke a titty and said, "You fell for it."

She giggled slightly, "I hadn't even seen it when I fell for you."

"Okay, we can go look at the gym if you want and decide to join or not."

She had this hopeful look, "Tonight?"

I looked at the oven and thought about how long to cook the meal before turning the oven to warm so it could finish while we were gone. 10, maybe 15 minutes? I nodded while still facing the stove, "Okay, but dinner will be a gamble."

She came around the bar and pressed her naked body against, "Thank you. If we decide to join, then I will pay for the membership for each of us."

I started to protest, and Krystal stopped me with a smoldering kiss that curled my toes and raised my penis. "Besides, it isn't like I am paying my full weight here, is it?"

We dressed in gym appropriate attire and drove over to it. Turned out the gym was easily within jogging distance from the house. It was a sprawling affair with free weights near the front of the gym, behind that we're the lockers and the wet areas, sauna, steam room, and pool. Upstairs had a track that meandered around the outside of the floor with stations along its route. The infield of the track had all of the weight machines.

At the desk by the front door was a woman around Krystal's age whose name tag read, " 'Becca." We stepped up at her greeting, and I said, "We, meaning she, would like to tour the facilities and maybe work out. "

Becca smiled at us and said, "From the looks of you two, neither of you are strangers to a gym, so let's do a quick tour then I will let you have at it."

She showed us around and to me, the selling points were the steam room and the dry sauna with a dunking pool right outside them. The rest of the gym was nice, but I planned on spending a lot of time in those two rooms.

The gym had a fairly heavy crowd, and by far most of the people were at least a decade older than me. I wasn't the only teenager there, but for every teen, there had to be twenty older people.

After the tour, Krystal jumped onto a treadmill and I wandered to the free weights, suddenly uncomfortable. Not only would I have been the youngest guy in that area, but also the smallest. It wasn't often that I felt inadequate but here I did.

I went upstairs and started jogging along the track which turned out to be an eighth of a mile long. So eight trips one mile. I ran the eight, then started a station after every two laps. It turns out that it is a pretty amazing routine that works the body pretty thoroughly.

I was on my twelfth lap approaching the push-up station when I saw an older lady, twice my age at least get onto the track. She had collar-length black hair, but still had a miniaturized version of the cliff face hair that was becoming all the rage. Her legs were thick, but the hints of definition were becoming visible in them. Her arms had just started getting the middle-aged woman sag at the triceps and were pretty undefined. It was another lap or so before I saw her face, which was pretty, and her eyes were almost the same color as her hair. Her complexion was almost as dark as Nicole's but not quite.

I was coming around from a lap and she was at the sit-up station and was having problems. She was trying to make it up and got halfway before getting stuck. I jogged over to her and said, "You got this, push."

I was rewarded for my good Samaritan effort with a scowl that surely would have been more appropriate for one of George's demons in his game. I held my hand out to her and as she reached for it pulled back. The effort she expended trying to reach for my hand got her past the halfway point and she finished the sit up. From the vantage point, I could see that she had stretch marks on her hips which seemed to continue under her gym attire.

I smiled and said, "See you didn't need help."

Another scowl and I laughed as I resumed jogging. As I came around again I was catching up to her and watched her hips and ass flow. A pretty lovely sight, well the motion of the musculature at least. There was enough excess on her ass and legs to add a little too much extra jiggle after each step.

I passed her and gave her my most friendly "Hi."

She panted out some response that was unintelligible. I slowed down to her pace, "Are you okay?"

She nodded, not wasting breath on speaking. She was perspiring profusely and her face was red. I must have looked concerned as she spared me a terse, " What?!"

I replied, "Maybe you should walk a little while and get your breathing and heart rate back to where it should be. You look like you are struggling mightily."

She stopped suddenly and started crying.

I was shocked and for a second just looked at her. Realizing where we were I pulled her off the track before we got ran over. I patted her arm and asked, "What's wrong?"

"N-n-nothing."

I looked around for help and saw none coming. "Ma'am, that's what my grandpa would call a bald-faced lie."

She looked up at me and querulously asked, "Ma'am?"

Fuck me. "Please take that more as an indicator of respect and not of age."

She nodded, then, "Why would you respect me?"

I had to think fast and my mouth started moving before my brain could catch up. "To begin with, you are out there busting your ass off trying to get in shape. If I worked that hard at it, I might have played football my senior year."

Her suspicious face relaxed some and I followed up with, "And you have given birth to at least one baby. I for one cannot do it, not can I fathom the commitment it takes to do that."

Her face relaxed a little then firmed up, hard. "How do you know I have children?"

I pointed at the stretch mark visible and said, "I was, uuuh, helping you when I saw those."

Her face and voice both held astonishment as she asked, "You were checking me out?"

I could only nod, "Yeah, I was. And if I may be so bold, I enjoyed doing it."

Her face didn't quite blush as she said, "Oh, thank you?"

I bowed and quipped, "Always my pleasure ma'am."

She looked slightly uncomfortable and I said, "I will see you around."

I took off at my normal pace and didn't see her again that night.

I went downstairs looking for Krystal and saw her chatting to some woman and it appeared amiable enough. I waved at Krystal as I went by, headed to the front desk. There I had Becca draw up the paperwork for us to join the gym and nearly coughed out a lung at the price to enroll. When Krystal saw it she nodded and got her checkbook out of the car.

When we got home I checked the dinner, and it was completely ruined. I tossed it into the garbage with a "Fuck."

Krystal smiled indulgently and said that she would go get us dinner. I grumbled okay and showered while she was away.

She returned with dinner from the deli at Tom Thumb and we ate at the bar. "Did you meet anyone at the gym," she asked.

I had to laugh. "I gave her one compliment too many and spooked her."

I nudged her with my elbow, "Looks like you made a friend though."

Krystal nodded slowly, "Yeah, but she was the worst kind of woman, gossiping about everyone."

I looked at her from the side of my eye, "What did she say about Anne that pissed you off?"

Krystal blushed and replied, "Everything."

I shrugged, "That doesn't mean that you can't use her as a fuck buddy if you wanted."

She shook her head, her cascading fiery hair flowing with the movement, "I prefer my partners to be more authentic as a person."

I returned to my food and said, "Authentic is probably not the norm in that gym."

I finished my bite and asked, "Besides, I thought the purpose of the gym was to fuck them and forget them. Not become friends or lovers."

She laughed, "Everyone that you fuck ends up being a friend to you."

She turned to me, "So are we going nights or mornings? Or both?"

I thought about it and said, "If you are trying to get as ripped as Anne, it has to be both."

She nodded, "Do you mind?"

I looked at her magnificent chest, and replied, "Kind of. I love your body just the way it is and I don't want you to lose your curves and features."

She looked at me and said, "And that is why all of your lovers will always be friends if yours."

I was confused and asked, "Because I tell the truth?"

She replied, "Because your truth is almost always complimentary to the other person."

I turned to her and said, "Sculpt what you have if you want, do not change it."

She nodded and whispered, "Yes, master."

The next morning I didn't see my chubby dark-haired running partner, but to be fair, I was at the free weights talking to a guy in his 60's who had about the perfect body. I was soaking up everything and anything he would share about weightlifting. I didn't want Hulk Hogan's arms. I just wanted my body to be as ripped as possible without bulking up like a caricature of myself.

The old man, Dick, said he would be happy to work with me on it. We discussed the outline of what I wanted, I made sure to tell him that running was a major part of my life and didn't want to change that. We worked out a strategy.

That night we were back at the gym and I headed upstairs to run the circuit. I saw the woman from the night before and said in the same friendly voice as previously given to her, "Hi!"

A little while later we ended up at the same station, pull-ups, I said as she was struggling to get up, "I am Dave."

She was struggling her arms quivering with muscle failure. I walked up and wrapped my arms around her knees to help her up. It was at that point I realized my face was at crotch level and I muttered, "Sorry."

Her voice was more acidic than I had expected as she said, "At least someone is putting his face there."

I didn't know what to say so I helped her finish the pull-up and asked, "More?"

She shook her head, "You go ahead."

I did a quick set of eight front and eight behind the neck pull-ups. The entire time she stood in front of me watching. She said, "My name is Samantha. I should apologize for that comment. It's just my husband complained about the state of affairs down there, and when I went to hardwood floors he still doesn't pay any attention to it, me."

I was running through my head what the hell hardwood floors could be when she whispered, "I shaved it clean."

Fuck. Now I was getting excited and confused, why would she confess this to me?

I took her hand in mine, and like a knight gallant, I turned her hand over and kissed her knuckles. "It is my pleasure to make your acquaintance."

She smiled wanly at me and asked, "Would you be able and willing to be my work out partner, at least tonight? I want to learn how to do it right."

I nodded and said, "Sure, but I exact a high price for my services."

She looked alarmed and asked, "What do you charge?"

I looked her in the eyes and replied, "That you talk to me, never lie to me, and always be honest with yourself."

She looked at me for almost two minutes before she nodded, "Okay, I have a feeling this is going to be harder than I imagine at the moment."

"Maybe." We started at a slow, for me, pace and I asked, "So you shaved your pelvis area clean and your husband hasn't gone down on you since?"

She looked away, then back forward, "Or made love to me."

I almost stumbled. Yeah, she was a little overweight but still pretty. I blurted, "Why not? Is he fucking stupid?"

She gave me a sorrowful smile, "I don't think we have done anything since the twins were born, so three years, six months."

I shook my head, "Yeah, he is stupid."

She laughed, "Are you saying you would have sex with me?"

I glanced at her and replied, "Not until I tasted every one of your stretch marks with my tongue. But after that? Yeah, I would fuck us both senseless."

She looked shocked at my response, and, I gave her a warm smile. We plodded along the track for a lap and stopped at the sit-up station. We both got down on our rumps and started to do sit-ups. I knocked off five to her first one and I could see she was struggling to keep her feet down.

I rolled onto my knees by her feet and I grabbed her ankles holding her feet down. It gave me an opportunity to really check her out and while she was not a tight bodied eighteen year old, she was that perfect definition of zoftig. And she smelled great, some earthy, wood scent.

She did the next handful pretty handily but then started to struggle. I looked at her and said, " Tell you what, every time you make it upright, I will kiss you."

She lowered herself down and half scowled, half smiled, "Is that supposed to be motivational?"

I shrugged, "If you made that offer to me, I would break my back to get the chance to kiss you."

She looked happy, the struggle to hold onto the scowl lost. "You know I am a lot older than you."

I gave her an I wanna fuck you smile and replied, "Hot is hot, regardless of the age difference."

I don't know if she struggled to finish the sit up any harder than she would have anyway, but man, did she effort well. Maybe the best example I had ever seen of effort.

When she finally made it to the upright position, I leaned over and brushed my lips across hers, letting my tongue flicker across them.

Her eyes shot open as I sat back. "Are you kidding me? That's it?"

I looked around at the fifty or so people that we're on the floor with us. "I thought that maybe you did not want someone telling your husband that you were French kissing some guy at the gym."

Her disappointment seemed genuine as she let out, "Oh, yeah that probably would not go over well."

I stood and offered her a hand up which she took. As I pulled her up, her breasts pressed into my chest and arm. Her tits felt great against me and I wondered what it would be like to suck on them. I leaned over and whispered, "Otherwise, I would have just pinned you to the floor and we would still be kissing."

Her face softened as she whispered back, "I think I might have liked that."

I patted her arm and said, "You would have. Now let's run."

Another two laps and we were at the mountain climber station. I faced the wall, with my butt facing the track, she chose to face the track so that her ass faced the wall. Our heads we're about at each other's waist level separated by a foot or so. I finished the set of twenty before Samantha did, and I sat watching her. When she finished, Samantha was a little winded, "What's wrong, " she asked.

I shook my head with a smile. "Absolutely nothing. I was just imagining what it would be like to see you do that naked."

Her eyes widened as she said, "You are awfully brazen."

I looked her in the eyes and held them for a moment, "I already told you how attractive I find you. That was owning it."

I leaned toward her and softly let her know, "If I were being brazen I would describe to you exactly what I was looking at and what I was imagining."

I took off at a pace I was confident that she could catch me at and was not disappointed when she pulled alongside me. We said nothing for the lap to get to the pull-up station. I knocked out twenty each of regular and neck pull-ups with Samantha standing immediately in front of me her eyes moving up and down with each pull-up.

As she got her hands on the bar I stepped behind her. She looked back at me and asked, "What are you doing back there?"

I put my hands on her hips, copping a slight feel of her big butt and whispered, "If I were on the other side, I would have to put my face between those glorious globes of yours to help. On this side, I get the chance to feel your awesome ass against me. And this might be more discrete."

Halfway up the first one, Samantha began to struggle. Her ass was against my stomach as I put my hands in her armpits and assisted her up. Her big pillowy ass scraped against my stomach and chest both ways. After she finished she dropped down. *What are you doing?" I asked.

"Aren't we running now?"

I shook my head, "Nope, you have to do the neck pullup first."

Her mouth made the perfect shape to suck a cock as she mumbled, "Oh."

She got back into position and I stood behind her again, this time not really hiding the fact I was looking at her backside. She started pulling herself up, reaching a little more than halfway before she needed help.

This time I put my hands on her rib cage just below her breasts, but so tantalizingly close to them. We ran out the rest of the night and when we finished, Samantha gave me a long wet peck on the cheek that caught the corner of my mouth. "Good night, " she whispered and headed for the stairs.

I followed a few minutes later and looked around for Krystal. Normally with that red hair of hers, she was easy to spot. But she was nowhere in sight. A guy who worked at the gym asked, "Looking for a redhead?"

I nodded and he said, "She asked that I tell you she is in the steam room."

I nodded my thanks and headed into the men's locker room and changed into swim trunks.

Entering the sauna, an old guy on each side of the door greeted me with a Hi, which I returned. I saw Krystal's hair at the far side and walked toward her.

She wore a red bikini which really stood out against her skin. The material was so thin that you could see her areola through it. I leaned in and gave her a kiss which she happily returned. I sat next to her and put my hand on her thigh, closer to her pussy than the knee.