My name is James, I manage a local manufacturing plant. I'm about 5'10", approaching 200 lbs, with a shaved head and an average amount of chest and body hair, all with an auburn brown tint.
This year, before the world went berserk with the pandemic, I had joined a 24 hour gym and begun early morning workouts. I soon struck up a rapport with another early morning member, Sam. He's about 6'2", a little more fit than I am. We are both around 50, so we worked out at about the same pace. We could push each other and have a good time bantering back and forth through the process. Plus I enjoyed watching what seemed to be a good sized package bouncing around inside his shorts as he exercised.
Our usual routine involved arriving at about 4am, even on weekends, so the place was pretty deserted. Other members came and went, some just trying the place out and others just not having the commitment to keep it up. We recently were joined by a new regular, Deedee, a nurse who would arrive just after us, following her shift at the nearby hospital.
Deedee was about 40, maybe 5'4", dark brown hair and eyes, with an hourglass figure. She would arrive in scrubs but change into a workout outfit that featured her ample cleavage. She mostly kept to herself at first, but when the center began instituting occupancy limits with the outbreak, there were only the three of us and occasionally a random fourth member. At that point, Deedee became comfortable chatting a little.
We learned that she was divorced, but not looking for anyone. Her career was her focus, and her workouts helped her unwind after her 12 hour shifts. Due to working in healthcare, she had to be careful about exposure to others, but expressed her appreciation that Sam and I always wore masks when nearby others and had both meticulously cleaned any equipment we used when we finished.
Sam had broken the ice a little with her, ironic because he's married and I'm divorced. The pair had even shared smoothies after weekend workouts before the pandemic a couple of times at the smoothie joint next door to the fitness center. Their relationship had not progressed when social distancing overtook everything. That all changed two weekends ago after our Saturday workout.
In the parking lot, on the way to our vehicles, we heard Deedee loudly exclaiming, "Fuuuuuck! My tire's flat!"
Her driver's side rear tire was completely flat. Sam and I jumped into action, taking her keys, unloading what we needed from the trunk of her sedan, and replacing the flat with her temporary spare, which seemed a little low on air as well. The reason for the flat that we removed was evident: a short, thick screw had pierced her tread.
We put our heads together and made a plan. I offered that I had no plans for the morning, and could take the tire for repair when the tire shop opened in about an hour from then. Sam was quick to say he would tail Deedee home to ensure her temporary spare held out. And Deedee volunteered to make us breakfast for our efforts.
I was the first customer into the tire shop at 7am, mask in place, and repairs were completed within twenty minutes. I headed to the address that Deedee had texted to me earlier and parked on the street behind Sam's vehicle at her house, a small Cape style.
I walked up the driveway to her side entrance, and saw through her storm door that the back door into the kitchen was opened. Music played loudly enough so that my calls to Deedee must not have been heard. I opened the storm door and stepped into the kitchen, where I saw scrambled eggs had been cooked on the stove along with biscuits and gravy. I looked for a dining room, figuring Sam and Deedee were already eating.
As I walked down the hallway, I heard sounds in the living room. Peering around the corner, I saw Sam sitting on the floor in front of the couch, naked, with his face buried in Deedee's pussy, running his tongue up and down her wet lips. His hands were under her ass, her legs resting on his broad shoulders. Sam's cock stood hard, precum dripping from the tip.
My first impulse was to turn and leave, allowing my workout mates their privacy. But my cock stirred at the sight before me, and, because I hadn't been seen or heard, saw no harm in watching the action for a little while, at least.
