Gymnastyks

GymNastyKs

This is my first story to be published. I have been writing for about 20 years. Until now, these have been shared only with a tight circle of friends and acquaintances. I would appreciate any and all comments, suggestions and criticisms.

This particular story was written for a Gym-Rat friend of mine who had a fantasy about a classy, older woman who occasionally visited his gym. Hopefully, you find this interesting....

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I have a story that I have to tell to someone. Keeping it a secret for the past six days has nearly driven me mad. You can choose to believe it or not. It does not really matter to me. But, tell it I will, because I really need some help:

Wednesday nights are pretty slow at the Gym. The regulars leave around 7PM and the ladies come in at about eight. There is hardly a week, which goes by, that the pattern is different. Last Wednesday started out that way. As the regulars left, I set about sweeping the floor and putting down the mats. The weight room always needed the most attention, so I saved it for last.

Just as I drug out the last of the mats, Mona came in. She was dressed in her usual work clothes. A long sleeved white silk blouse that covered her large breasts without really showing them off. Her black and white plaid wool skirt was somewhat short yet classy. Short black heels and stockings completed her ensemble. It went well with her red hair and nice figure. On the outside, she looked her usual conservative self. I knew however that she had come this evening, for something a 'little special'.

We talked for a few minutes and she told me that her husband was indeed on a business trip to London and would not be home until Friday. Her day at work had been mostly uneventful but stressful, nonetheless. She asked me if I had made the arrangements that she had asked for. I confirmed that I had. With a shy smile and a nod, she went to the locker room to change into her leotard.

A few of the other ladies came in while I finished the mats, adjusted the lighting and placed the music controls at the front of the room. They paid no attention to me as they made their way back to the locker room. I have noticed that classy ladies never seem to notice hired help. They will stop in an instant to talk to another in their social circle or to any patron, but I am invisible to them. That suits me because the things they talk about really don't interest me, anyway. Only Mona found my image worthy of recognition. She always said, "Hello", and recently had become a bit more than an acquaintance.

The weight room was a mess. Soda was spilled all over the place and all the weights were left strewn about the room. The High School athletics club had no regard for the fine old Gym that I had come to know and love. I lost myself in my job.

After a bit, the music came on in the exercise room and I heard the instructor start her Aerobics pitch. The music was upbeat and too loud for my taste. However, I always liked to watch the ladies exercise. There was quite a variety of ages and body shapes among them. Any opportunity to view them, I took! Window washing afforded me that chance.

The wall separating the weight room from the exercise area was all glass. The side opposite me was mirrored, my side was clear. I could see the instructor and class. They could not see me. That meant I could take as long as I wanted to clean the glass and they would not notice. So I got my step stool and started.

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The ladies were just finishing their warm up stretches. They were laying on their backs sideways to me and had their legs in the air. Their heads were turned away toward the instructor. My eyes immediately searched for Mona. She was easy to find. Her bright red leotard and voluptuous curves were easily the most outstanding in the room. As she spread her legs I could see her abs tighten and breasts rise. I was glad I had loose sweat pants on!

For the next series of exercises they got up on all fours. The instructor led them through knee lifts and leg extensions. I love to watch women exercise. It makes me think of all the positions available for love making (if both partners are so inclined). When they got to the move where they lifted their knee on my side, I caught Mona's eye. From her back row position, she was only about three meters from me. Although she couldn't see me in her mirrored side, she gave me a smile. Her breasts hung down heavily. I really wished they were facing me so that I could see her cleavage but, took the view that I had and enjoyed it instead.

I watched as they continued their routines. The Aerobics started slowly and rose in speed and difficulty. It was very erotic to see them engrossed in their bodies and unaware of my stares... except of course for Mona. As it went along, I noticed that she would exaggerate some movements and positions so as to give me the best view. She was definitely needing some special attention tonight.

I had barely cleaned half the windows when the buzzer brought me out of my trance. Mona heard it too and looked my way. I noted the smile on her face, turned and walked toward the delivery door.

GymNastyKs (part 2)

The cool Autumn air flowed in as the door swung open. With it came two very strong men. I extended my hand to greet each. Thumper and Zach returned the greeting.

Zach was an aging boxer who I had met a few years ago when I took this job. He was six feet tall, black and weighed just over 220 lbs. At 36, he didn't box much anymore but kept himself in shape, nonetheless. His handshake was firm and his smile was immense.

Thumper was his personal manager and sparring partner. His nose had been broken countless times and listed to the left. Aside from that I guess you could call him handsome. His well tanned face and strong hands gave witness to his years of experience in the carpentry trade. He was about the same weight as Zach, but his two inches of additional height made him seem not as stoutly built.

Zach asked if the room was clear. I told him it was. As they walked off toward the dressing room, I moved my cleaning gear to the clear glass doors that lead to the gym.

The ladies were about halfway through their workout by now. Some had really been getting into it and were dripping sweat. Others looked as they had, when they started. Mona was one of those that was wet. Her nipples showed plainly through the fabric of her red low-cut legless leotard. A damp stripe down the front expanded as it got to her torso. The high rise cut showed the flare of her lovely hips on the sides. Her crotch was plainly outlined. When she stretched, the leotard would creep into her quim. I'd never seen a more perfect camel toe. I stood there transfixed, vicariously watching every move she made.

She eventually looked my way. Her pretty face and short red hair were lovely when she was flushed with heat. Her eyes searched me for an answer. I shook my head, "YES!"

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Having delivered my message, I moved my cleaning supplies back into the weight room. While I was watching Mona pick a wedgie out of her gorgeous rump, the room came alive with the laughter of Zach and Thumper. Even above their working relationship, they were the best of friends. They walked over to the stretch bench and began adjusting it for warm up exercises. I approached them with fresh towels. Thumper spoke first. "Don't tell me it's the babe in red!"

I shook my head, "Yes."

Zach said, "I can't wait."

They began their workout. I noticed that they looked over at the ladies quite a bit. I pretended to be arranging weights on the shelf by the door so that I could continue to perve on the ladies. Inevitably the lump of my chubby dick became a woody. So, I went back to my office.

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The video cameras were set up with remote aim and zoom. I turned them on and trained the one at the front of the exercise room toward Mona. From this high angle I could get a good look at her cleavage. So I zoomed in. She was doing a brisk high step walk. Her breasts rose and fell with every exaggerated swing of her arms. I could just imagine having my prick between them right now! That was a shot I would relive over and over again as I replayed the video.

I took a few perverted close-up short shots of her and a few other ladies in the room. One dark haired woman needed a pubic shave. She had hairs peeking out of her crotch like a steel wool pad. Another skinny blonde had tits that were all nipples. She wore them so erect that they looked as if they would poke right through the thin fabric of her white top. But, none seemed to be as sensuous as Mona so the focus of the camera always returned to her.

Just as it began, their routine ended with cool down stretches. The ladies were all on their backs. Their knees were up and their feet spread. I switched to the side camera and zoomed in on Mona's crotch. It was sopping wet and the camel toe was exquisite. It was another capture that I would relive.

The instructor turned off the music and ended the session. The ladies picked up their drink bottles and towels. I couldn't be for sure, but I swear that Mona bent over and pointed her beautiful butt at the weight room on purpose. I have it on video, but it is a frontal shot.

They all began to leave the room.

I unlocked the drawer to the desk and reached back deep into it. The switch that I flipped was known only to me. On the monitor, the staff locker room sprang into view. I had installed this camera for just this evening.

Mona filed in and began to undress. This camera was hidden and mounted on the ceiling, above the shower. It covered the front half of the centrally located shower and a few lockers in front. I could zoom, but I couldn't aim it. The fire sprinkler head that it was hidden in did not allow for that.

Mona had chosen a locker was right in the bottom of my screen. I zoomed out so I could capture all of her. She sat down and crossed her legs to remove her shoes. The high angle shot I had was all cleavage to me. I could see the beads of sweat as they seeped between her breasts.

Once Mona had finished with her shoes. She stood up, bent over and placed them in her locker. Her leotard had crept into the crevasse between her cheeks. I marveled for the thousandth time at the shape of her ass!

When she straightened back up, she unzipped her front. Her mammaries came into view. I zoomed in. Although they were full, they did not sag as she peeled her top down her body. At her hips, she hooked her thumbs inside and worked the one-piece leotard on down. The side profile I saw, showed her shape to perfection. She was clearly a beautifully well-built woman.

When she bent to pick it off the floor, she turned her rear toward the camera. Her pink pussy peeked out at me for just an instant. I enjoyed the view. While she was down there, she placed the gym shoes and leotard in her bag. Then, brought out a bottle of soap and some shampoo. With that, she turned and went toward the towel shelf. I watched as her ass cheeks tensed and relaxed with each step. Though I had watched her walk countless times, I never tired of this view.

The return walk was just as entrancing. That self-assured stride caused ripples through her firm breasts. Each step revealed her pinky fingertip sized clit and a hint of the meaty labia behind. She took a position around the shower ring. Fortunately, it was in full view of my stare. I zoomed the camera and captured a perfect shot of Mona's sparse red landing strip on her protruding mons pubis. After she pulled the chain to start the water flow. I captured another closeup of the water cascading over her mound like a waterfall of erotic wet dreams. She was so sensual in every respect; I had to rub my crotch.

Watching her titties bounce as she shampooed her hair required a zoom there. I could get half of her thighs and head in a wide angle shot. But, that was the limit of the lens from this angle. My cock was standing at full attention now. I watched every move she made. The soap seemed to want her soft smooth skin. It hung to her body like it was in love. This was without a doubt the best shower scene I had ever witnessed.

When she pulled the chain, I zoomed out. At the opening of the shower room she grabbed her towel and began to dry off. She did not wipe the water off, as I do. She patted herself dry instead. It was so erotic to watch as she dabbed every drop from her soft pink skin. I was totally caught up in the show.

She returned to her locker and began to dry her hair. I zoomed the camera as wide as I could to make sure the instructor had not entered to shower. She hadn't, so I assumed she had showered with the other ladies. I resumed watching Mona's private show.

Zooming back, I saw that Mona was now primping. She fixed her lipstick and applied lotion to her shapely legs. Deodorant was next. When she raised her arm, her breast pushed out. Her other arm cradled it and bounced it up and down as she rolled the deodorant on. To my eyes, even the smallest natural movement by this woman was charged with sensual energy.

Next, she put on her nearly transparent white panties. I can't begin to explain the beauty of that scene. Her bra was next. She slipped her arms through the straps and pulled it onto her back. As she pulled the snap together in front, her breasts lifted and laid into the white lacy cups. Her darker nipples plainly showed through the fabric. While she reached inside to make her final adjustments, she scanned the room.

When complete, she looked into the sprinkler head and shook her head, "Yes!"

GymNastyKs (part 3 )

That was it, I zoomed the camera out to get the most of the room that I could in the scene. After locking the office behind me I headed down the hall. Flipping the breaker off and on in the Weight Room was the last task I had to do before turning toward the Locker Room. I had just a precious few minutes to get ready.

I entered and scanned the Ladies Locker Room to make sure the instructor and patrons had all left. It was clear. So, I picked up fresh towels and lotion then headed toward the Staff Locker Room. With them piled on the massage table I entered and pushed it down the aisle. When I turned toward the lockers, Mona had just finished blowing her hair dry. She looked ravishing in her towel wrap and that shy, nervous smile I had come to expect from her.

"Mona, are you sure you want to do this?" I asked as I moved the table in front of the shower and sideways in the main aisle... and perfectly framed for the camera

"Yes, I am."

With that, I took her into my arms and embraced her. I was so happy for her and so hot for her at the same time. She dropped her towel, and I was able to drink in the beauty of her body as I helped her to crawl onto the table and lie face up. That was a view I never tired of. Through numerous massage sessions, this view had fueled my passion. Mona hugged me and nervously whispered, "Thanks."

I had just covered her with a towel when the door opened as Zach and Thumper stepped into the aisle. Watching her eyes when she took in their forms let me know that she liked what she saw. When they approached, I made the introductions. Each of the men looked Mona over from head to foot. She just looked into their eyes. The tension in the air was thick.

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Thumper asked her, "You need a massage?"

She nodded her head, "Yes."

"OK, let's get started", he said as he stepped up to the table. I had seen him give dozens of massages to Zach after fights or workouts. I knew he was good at that. I was about to see if he knew what to do with a woman's body.

Mona winced at Thumper's first touch. He positioned her feet and squirted some lotion on each. Her feet tensed at the cool lotion, but she did not resist. Thumper sat about easing the tension. He worked the lotion into her toes and feet like only an expert can do. Mona closed her eyes and began to relax.

When I sat on the counter near the foot of the massage table, Zach said, "I think I'll shower if you don't mind?"

Mona shook her head in agreement and smiled. Zach walked around the table toward me. As he moved, Mona's head followed. He peeled off his shirt and dropped his shorts. I handed him some soap as he entered the shower. Mona's eyes followed his stout dark body as he walked in and turned on the water. She looked over at me for just an instant and gave a very small nod. I leaned back to enjoy the show.

Thumper continued working on her. He spread the lotion up one of her legs. His hands kneaded and rubbed her calf and shin. She did not know it but she was getting a massage from one of the best masseuses in town. Mona's eyes closed for just a moment as the tension started to flow away.

Zach was soaping up when she looked back. The white soap really showed up against his black skin. His chest was squarely cut and suds rolled down it onto his lean taught stomach. For a big man, he had very little fat. Mona watched his every move. When he took the soap to his crotch, Her eyes opened wide. He was well hung, perhaps 9 inches long when flaccid. The soaping afforded her the opportunity to see it on display. He lifted it and soaped his scrotum. The tip of her tongue came out involuntarily and touched her upper lip.

Thumper folded the towel up to expose her thighs. She did not seem to notice the move. He applied some more lotion to her thighs and continued his massage at her knees. Her legs were too close together so he spread them slightly. From here I could see just the smallest amount of her nearly transparent panties under the towel. The clarity afforded by her wetness made her protruding clit and inner lips quite prominent. It was every bit as erotic as any upskirt shot I'd ever seen.

Zach rinsed his front off and turned around. Mona's eyes drank in his back. His physique was just as good there as it was in the front. His broad shoulders were well muscled and led down to a solid waist and muscular hips. He dropped the soap. When he bent to pick it up, his legs spread and Mona got a really good view of his equipment. Her tongue peeked out of her lips again. Her attention was focused on his every move.

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The massage was having a very positive effect on her also. As Thumper kneaded her thighs, she spread her legs a little more. Her moisture had now turned her panty crotch almost totally transparent. Thumper saw it and worked his hands right up to her panty line. I could see her face start to flush as she saw his eyes fix on her entrapped clit and pussy lips.

Thumper folded the towel higher until it only covered her breasts. He began to work on her lower abdomen, just above her panty line. The lotion seemed to disappear into her soft skin as he moved into her abdominal region and ribs. He used both hands and his fingers massaged each muscle separately. When he got near her bra, she removed the towel. All vestiges of her modesty seemed to leave with that. He moved up to work on her shoulders. She looked over at him in approval.

Zach was nearly finished with his shower. I reached for a towel. When he turned the water off, Mona looked back. I could see that her eyes were glued to his still flaccid cock. She watched as it bobbed and swung. It was like she was hypnotized. Zach came toward the table and took the towel.

Thumper unsnapped the front fastener of Mona's bra. When her breasts pushed their way out, he stopped and stared. As many times as I had seen them, I had to stare too! Zach caught sight too. His limp cock jumped like a bolt of electricity had passed through it.

Thumper wasted no time in applying oil to Mona's titties. He rolled Mona onto her side and cupped each one to work the massage oil in. Zach stepped toward the table as he finished drying his back. He was staring at her breasts when she reached out and took hold of his cock.