Denise walked into the changing room. Stopped and looked around. Smiled to herself. This is what she'd planned. The woman's changing room was empty. No other female was in the gym at this present time. It's Tuesday afternoon at 2 o'clock. If it's anything like last the 3 Tuesdays, there wont be anyone till at least 5. Again she smiles. She's remembering last week. There was 5 black men in here. All at least 6 feet tall, handsome with strong muscular bodies that looked like they'd been covered in oil. But were in fact drenched in sweat. But mostly it had been their lunchboxes that held her vision. All week she'd thought about them. She'd started teasing them weeks ago. Even in an old baggy t-shirt and long shorts she'd been able to draw their attention. What with all the different positions she had to get in, it was obvious that they'd be watching without watching. This week she'd make them dribble. From mouth and cock.
As she'd first walked into the gym, one of them had been in reception. He'd said hello then smartly disappeared down the stairs into the workout room. She recalled his name as being DK. Denise hoped that he'd run down to tell his mates that the bird from last week was here.
She moistened up just thinking about what might happen.
She undressed down to her thong and looked at herself in the mirror. She cupped her large breasts in her hands, tweaking both nipples that were already fully erect. She spun round and caressed both bum cheeks and thought " not at all bad for a 47 year old." She knew she still had what it took to make men want her. She pulled on a vest t-shirt and decided to take the thong off. No point in going half way. She slipped on a pair of tight shorts, some trainers and then looked once more. Her long dark hair was straightened. Make-up was done as if she was on a night out and not a workout. She thought she'd better get in there. No time to waste.
Denise went trough the doors and immediately counted 6 of them. Same 5 as last week plus 1 other. He seemed a bit older than his friends but she also noted how fit and strong he looked. She placed her sweat towel down on the bench, stood in front of the wall mirror and started stretching and warming up. She could feel their eyes on her. Pleasing her. For her part, she never looked or even acknowledged them. Just kept bending and stretching. She didn't need much. Her blood was already boiling. From the corner of her eye she could see them nudging each other as she bent over touching her toes. She completes a little wiggle and stands upright. A few rear arm stretches that make her more than ample tits stick out and she's ready to begin her workout.
She gets into position on a bench deciding to do some bench presses. 2 of the men run over to see if they can spot for her.
"Thank you. It does get a bit difficult on your own sometimes." Denise laid back and the 2 men stood either side of her head waiting for her to lift.
Already she could see the tell tell bulges in their tight lycra shorts. She was also pretty sure she could smell them too. Her nipples were painfully hard and were clearly visible under her vest. Both men were looking at them. When they thought that she wasn't looking they were making smug faces at their friends. They really thought they were in control. Denise went to work. On the third lift she acted as if she'd pulled a muscle in her shoulder. The men caught the weights off her and helped her get upright.
"Are you ok love?" one of them asks.
"I think so. I think I've pulled a small muscle in my shoulder. Right in the middle where I cant reach."
"Here, lean forward and we'll see if we can help you out."
"I don't think that's a good idea, do you? I don't even know your names."
"Fair enough. My names Errol and this is Connor. Over there while we're at it is DK, Baz, Ernie and the old fella is Lou."
Denise looked over and said hello to each of them in turn. But when she got to Lou, her eyes were immediately directed to his lunchbox. She could swear that from at least 15feet away she could see his cock running down his leg. If that was the case, he had to be huge. Denise gave a little moan from the back of her throat. She wanted some of all of them. The men looked knowingly at each other.
"I'm Denise." She replies, looking at each in turn. " As long as your gentle you could rub my shoulders now for me."
Errol placed his big hands on the top of her shoulders and gently but firmly started to squeeze. He was stood so close to her now, she could see the outline of his helmet through slitted eyes as she pretended to relax. It wasn't long before things changed for the better. Errol who was stood behind, placed his hands on one side and said to Connor to stand in front and do the other side. Denise could hear shuffling and wondered what was going on. Finally, Connor stood in front and started kneading her shoulder. Now she knew what the shuffling had been about. Connors cock was semi hard and still going strong. He appeared to be the youngest. Late twenties, early thirties at a push. Obviously didn't have the control of his mates. They pushed and pulled at her and Denise kept feeling Errol's bulge on her arm. Her already wet pussy leaked some more.
"I think you've done it. Hang on." She catches a glimpse of Connors hard knob as he quickly moves behind her. She rotates her shoulders.
"Thanks guys. That's sorted it. Feels a lot better now. Better get on and do some exercise or I wont get anything done."
"No problem." says Errol. Connor has her back to her and wont turn round to face her. She knows why.
