This is story #33 of my series about my post-marital sexual journey. Read the first story (Babysitter Lauren) and my profile, for any general background about me and how I got here. You may see references to prior stories/people, but for the most part each story stands on its own.
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Gina
I try to work out in some form every day, taking Sundays off on occasion. Usually I just go for a run, and might lift some weights or do some pushups and sit-ups in a small home gym that I have. Occasionally I do go to a local gym if the weather isn't cooperating.
One particular Wednesday, I woke up not feeling great, still a little depressed about Tina (Previous story) leaving town two weeks earlier, I suppose, since Wednesday was a regular day for us. So I slept in a little bit.
When I woke up around 10:00 a.m., I was feeling much better. I did a little work from home, and then decided to work out. It was late May and the weather had been rainy, so I thought I'd head to the gym.
It was early afternoon when I got there, an unusual time for me to be there. I found a treadmill and started a run at a fairly slow pace. With my earbuds in, I was in a bit of a trance.
After about ten minutes, I realized that there was someone just getting on an elliptical, two machines down from me, with an empty machine in between us. I glanced down that way, and saw that it was a woman named Gina, the mother of a very close friend of my oldest daughter.
Gina and her husband (they called him Joe) were both immigrants from Uganda. From what I understood, they both moved here as teens about 20 years prior, soon after they got married in Uganda. Joe was a doctor and Gina a nurse. They had come here for educational purposes, and both went back to Uganda frequently to assist with much needed medical care there.
Gina was not her real name, which was some complex native Ugandan name, but she went by Gina just to make it easy. Gina spoke with a very thick accent, to the point that I really had trouble understanding her. Usually, I just smiled and nodded on those infrequent occasions when we spoke.
Gina had a big personality -- always smiling and full of life. Her skin was very dark, and her body was as big as her personality. Huge tits, as well as a thick ass that rose too high on her body. Very much a stereotypical-looking black woman from Africa.
Gina saw me when I looked down toward her, and a big smile rose on her face. She waved and said hello (I think, I had earbuds in), her bright white teeth showing in contrast to the dark skin of her face.
Gina was typically very pretty, although who looks their best at the gym, sweating and with no make up on? She wore a baseball cap on this day, so her dark hair was not visible, although I knew it was a gorgeous head of braided hair.
I smiled and waved back, then turned my attention back to the timer on my treadmill and the TV show playing.
A few minutes later, my eyes were drawn to Gina, whose enormous tits were bouncing like beach balls under her shirt as she exercised. I was mesmerized as I stared at them, bouncing up and down with the rhythm of her strides on the elliptical machine.
I don't know how long I stared -- five seconds or five minutes. I was hypnotized by the sight and I didn't have my wits about me as I watched. All I could picture was those babies bouncing free as she rode on top of me.
I snapped out of it at some point, and panicked as I realized I was staring. I looked at Gina's face, and her smile was beaming as wide as ever as she looked right at me. I was clearly busted and she was loving it. I was about to mouth an apology, when her eyes looked down toward my crotch and she raised her eyebrows.
I realized I had a hard-on and that it was sticking out proudly in my tight gym shorts. I adjusted it a bit and looked back at Gina, who not-so-subtly licked her lips.
Embarrassed, I stopped my run a bit early and made my escape, nodding to Gina as I did so. I went into a quiet, little-known auxiliary room in the back corner of the building where they had jump ropes and some mats for stretching, and I continued working out in solitude, laughing at myself for getting busted.
Five or so minutes later, the door to the auxiliary room cracked open, and Gina's head popped inside. She smiled again when she saw me, then entered and closed the door behind her. It was obvious that she had taken off her sports bra, as her giant black tits were almost visible through the thin material of her tee shirt.
