Gym Story

I was at the gym the first time it happened. It was while I was doing my thirty minutes on the treadmill. I was wearing leggings, racer back tank, sports bra and thong; my usual attire and pretty much what many of the girls at the gym wear for their workouts.

I guess I should mention that I'm attracted to women, even though I'm happily married with two kids. I've long had a secret fantasy of having depraved sex with a woman (though I never have, in real life), and so, I watch girls at the gym while I work out - discreetly though; I try not to stare. With so many in tight sexy lycra shorts or leggings and tight skimpy tops, I just can't help myself.

So, on the day it happened, I was checking out this adorably cute tall twenty-something blond girl. She had ample breasts, nearly as large as my own D cup boobs. The blond was wearing lycra shorts that looked more like bathing suit bottoms, and she had on a really deep V-cut top with her luscious boobs threatening to spill out everytime she bent down to pick up her weights. She really had me mesmerized, to the point I was imagining kneeling before her and slowly sliding her tight shorts down her legs, then leaning in with my tongue extended and licking up her slippery grove all the way up to her clit - something I had never actually done, only dreamed of ... well, and, watched frequently in porn videos.

I was so zoned out thinking how marvelous it would be to run my tongue up between her glistening pink pussy lips, that I swore to myself, it was as if I could almost taste her sweet nectar and feel her copious juices coating my tongue and lips.

Then, my mind conjured up the image of me flicking the tip of my tongue wildly over her engorged clitoris as I looked up at her face to relish her expression of bliss as she responded to my intimate ministrations. In my mind, my tongue was flicking and pushing her clit around as I sucked that nub into my mouth and she was nearing a fantastic orgasm.

In reality, I was watching this twenty something gorgeous girl across the room, when I noticed an odd expression on her face; a look of surprise and bewilderment. As I watched her, in my imagination I was reaching up and cupping both of her breasts - squeezing them greedily as I imagined me still licking her sweet pussy. Then my eyes watched, in reality, as her own hands cupped both breasts almost as if she were putting her hands over a lover's hands that were fondling her. Her face looked even more perplexed and an expression resembling fear was beginning to encroach on her visage.

I heard her say "what the fuck?" as she looked all around her.

That's when I started getting a funny feeling that I, somehow, had something to do with the girl's distress.

I shut my treadmill down and walked over to the girl and heard her muttering.

"Who the fuck is touching me?" I heard her say as she was looking all around in the vicinity of the equipment she'd been using.

"Are you alright?" I asked as I approached the young woman. "I couldn't help but notice that something seems to be wrong," I told her.

"Somebody's been touching me," she said, still looking around.

"Ahhhh, I'm sorry, but I've been on that treadmill for almost half an hour looking straight at you the whole time and I haven't seen a soul in this part of the gym since I started ... except you, honey ... and, well, me."

"But I felt someone touching me, they were ... ahhh ... this is so embarrassing, it felt like ..." she began to whisper here, "someone was stroking my clit and squeezing my tits."

I gasped at her words. Not because of her embarrassment or language, but because my brain was putting two and two together and coming up with an impossible answer - somehow, I realized I was involved with what she was experiencing, since that's exactly what I'd been imagining the whole time.

"Oh shit..." I mumbled.

"I know ... its fucking weird ... what the hell is going on? Is this place haunted? I'm getting scared ... I don't understand what's going on here ..." the girl said, her voice shaky.

"Take it easy, honey ... I didn't get your name, I'm Joan."

"Iris, my name is Iris ... my god what is happening to me? Am I going crazy?" She said, wrapping her arms around herself - her body was beginning to shudder, as if she were cold. I heard her teeth begin to chatter. I have two dogs at home that are terrified of storms who do the same thing at the first rumble of thunder.

I stepped up to her and put my arms around her and gave her a hug.

"Settle down Iris, you're alright. You're safe, I won't let anyone hurt you."

"Joan, there's something scary happening here ... I need to get out of here."

"Yeah, I get it ... do you have street clothes?" I asked.

"In the locker room, but I'm afraid to go back there ... what if he's back there?"

"Who?" I asked.

"Whoever's been feeling me up ... I don't know who, I never saw anyone ... god this is insane!" Iris said, sounding even more rattled. "But I can't go in there alone."

"I'll go with you. I said I won't let anyone hurt you." I reassured her. "Come on, let's get you changed."

With my arm around Irises shoulder, which was awkward since she was a good four inches taller than me, I guided her back to the women's locker room. Her eyes kept darting from side to side, no doubt afraid that the phantom fondler would sneak up on her again.

Once inside, we found her locker and opened it. She had business clothes hanging in the locker; a conservative skirt, matching jacket, white blouse, lace bra and matching thong, with sensible low heel pumps on the floor of the locker.

"Let's get you changed, honey," I said.

"Wait. I can't go to work like this, I'm dripping sweat and I stink. I need a shower. I've got an important meeting with clients this morning... but, ahhh ... I don't think I can go into the showers ... what if he, or it, or whatever, is in there?"

The gym had individual showers with actual doors for privacy, not just flimsy curtains. That meant Iris would be closed in a tiny room by herself, something she was clearly not prepared to do just then.

Oh shit, I thought to myself. What have I done to this girl? But then, I thought, that's absurd, I couldn't possibly have done anything... could I? Then Iris started crying.

"What am I going to do?" She sobbed.

"Hold on, let me get my gym bag and I'll go in with you ... and I'll make sure the boogie man's not in there. Ok?"

Iris's tears subsided and she stuttered "ok". I moved down a few lockers and retrieved my bag and helped Iris carry her work clothes back to the showers. There was a small changing area for each shower and we hung her clothes there and I set my bag on the bench, then I closed the door - another inner door of frosted glass, enclosed the actual shower stall.

"I can't go in there by myself," Iris said, indicating the shower stall.

"Ok, good thing I'm not a prude," I said, as I began stripping off my clothes. "Come on, get your gear off, Iris."

Iris just stood like a deer caught in headlights, not seeming to realize what to do next. So, I finished striping naked, then pulled Iris's top up over her head.

"Oh my ... oh Joan, you're so pretty," she said, taking in my nakedness and as I knelt and pulled off her shorts and thong. The most gorgeous pussy I'd ever seen was exposed right in front of my face. It took every ounce of willpower I possessed not to bury my face in it. I stood and took Iris by the arm and stepped in the shower stall and pulled her in after me.

"See, no boogiemen." I told her as I turned the water on. As soon as it was warm, I grabbed a bar of soap and began soaping Irises back. "How's that, honey?"

"Oh Joan, how will I ever thank you enough... you've saved my life!"

"You can wash my back, OK?" I told her, so she did.

Iris took the soap from me and turned me around and proceeded to wash me. It was such a tremendous turn on - my pussy was all tingly and I was getting so aroused. I felt her soapy hands reaching around and cupping my breasts and gently washing them. Which I guess could have been considered fairly chaste, that is, until she started pinching my nipples and kissing the back of my neck. I started moaning.

"Joan? Have you ever been with another woman?" She whispered in my ear.

"No, but I've wanted to for a long time."

Iris turned me around and planted her lips on mine, her tongue immediately invading my mouth. My tongue reciprocated, twirling and exploring as we kissed passionately. I felt soapy hands moving all over my body, then her fingers split my pussy lips as she washed me there. I returned the favor, and we both rinsed off the soap. Then Iris knelt before me and nestled her tongue between my labia as she looked up at me with the sexiest eyes I've ever seen. I have large pussy lips, which she sucked into her mouth, making me shudder. When her tongue found my clit, my knees almost buckled. I moaned loudly.

"Shhhhhh" she warned me, "we don't want to be caught and get thrown out." She said with a little giggle. Then she returned to ravishing my clit and inserting several fingers inside me. My fingers were tangled in her wet hair as I slowly slid down the shower wall that I was leaning against. When I climaxed moments later, my knees gave out completely and Iris had to hold me up to keep me from falling to the floor.

"Oh god, that was wonderful!" I whispered. "Can I do the same for you ... I've always wanted to taste another woman."

In response, she put her hands on my shoulders and gently pushed me down onto my knees, then she pulled my head to her smooth shaved pussy. I put my hands on her hips and pulled her closer as my tongue began to explore a woman's cunt for the first time. I loved her taste, loved the soft silken texture of her pussy, loved the feel of my tongue sinking into her slippery hole, loved hearing her moan in ecstasy, loved feeling her body shuddering when my tongue discovered her clitoris and began flicking and swirling around it.

I could feel her body shudder; I felt the tension building as her climax approached. Recalling what she had just done for me, I shoved three fingers inside her cunt and curled them upward to her g-spot. As I rubbed her velvety vaginal walls with my fingertips and licked her sensitive knot furiously, I sensed her going over the edge. Her legs began to shake violently and I felt my fingers inside her suddenly drenched in her cum juices. I shifted my mouth lower to suck up as much of her sweet cum as I could. She tasted like ambrosia ... so sweet.

"Oh my fucking god, Joanie, that was awesome."

"Did I do it right?"

"So much more than merely 'right' sweetheart," Iris confided. "I wish I could stay here all day with you, honey, but I really have to get to work. Thank you so much for taking my mind off whatever that weird shit was out there in the gym." Then, she kissed me passionately before turning off the shower.

We dried each other, which I felt was intensely sensual, kissing frequently, then we dressed.

As we were leaving, we exchanged cell phone numbers.

"I want to see you again...I've got to have you again, Joan," she told me, making me quiver with excitement at the thought. So, I agreed to see her for lunch, in a few days. She told me she'd text me the details. We parted with another long kiss - a few passers by stared, but I didn't care.

Like I said at the beginning, the gym was the first time it happened.

Some weeks later, and after I'd met up with Iris several times for some torrid sex sessions, I was in my favorite coffee shop, sipping on a lattè after doing some shopping, when I noticed a beautiful women about my age (mid forties) sitting across the room. I couldn't help but notice she was wearing a rather short mini skirt, much like myself. Under the table, I saw she had gorgeous shapely legs extending from her skirt. I thought I could even make out a glimpse of black panties, which excited me, no end.

I began fantasizing about being under the sexy stranger's table, pushing her legs apart and using my fingers to pull her panties aside as I leaned in and ran my tongue up her slit. Then, I imagined finding her clit and swirling the tip of my tongue around it.

I was abruptly torn from my wicked daydream when the woman suddenly yelped and jumped up from her chair and began looking under her table, almost as if she were looking for something ... or someone.

I silently gasped, remembering immediately what had happened at the gym. Was it me? But, it couldn't be ... such things weren't possible. That only happened in sci-fi stories. But, still...

A young woman, clearly one of the serving staff, went to the startled woman asking if everything was alright.

"No, everything is decidedly not alright, someone was under my table ... ahhh ... they were molesting me," the woman said loud enough for everyone one in the shop to hear. It suddenly became very quiet.

The server looked around the room, then bent down to look under the table.

"Are you sure?" The server said, sounding skeptical. "I suppose we could call the police."

As soon as I heard the "P" word, I felt compelled to intervene, especially, since I'd reluctantly come to the unlikely conclusion that it was all my fault. So, I got up and walked across the room to the two women.

"I couldn't help but overhear what you said. I've been sitting across from you the whole time and I didn't see anyone under your table, or even near your table. I just saw you suddenly stand up and look under it," I offered.

"That isn't true..I ... I ahhhh ... felt someone tugging my panties ... and ... ahh a wet tongue, ahhh ... licking my ... ahh ... well, you know ... my private parts."

"Oh my god, ma'am, we have to call the cops!" The server exclaimed.

"But no one was under your table. I was looking straight at you, I would have seen," I offered up. "And if the police came I'd have to tell them what I saw, which was nothing."

"I'm so confused, I don't know what to do." The pretty woman said.

Inspired, I turned to the server. "You folks serve wine here, right? So, could you please bring out a couple bottles of white and two glasses?" Then I turned to the visibly upset woman.

"Here, let's just sit down and try to relax," I told her.

"Oh god no, I'm not sitting at that table again," she said, sounding unnerved.

"Ok, let's grab your purse ... we'll go sit at my table." Without giving her a chance to object, I picked up her purse and gently took her by the arm and guided her across the room to the table I'd been sitting at.

The server brought the wine and poured us each a glass as we sat down.

"The manager said it's on the house," the server told us and left.

"I'm Joan, by the way," I told the woman, and handed her a glass of wine.

"Judith," she responded, extending her hand. We shook hands.

"So Judith, drink some wine. It will help you relax." She took a big drink, finishing off the whole glass in one go. I poured her another glass and took a sip of mine.

"So, tell me exactly what happened," I said.

"I was just sitting there enjoying my coffee and reading a novel. Then, I felt something on my legs. Almost like hands trying to push them apart, then tugging on my panties," she whispered to me. "Then ... oh my god, I swear I felt ... ahhhh ... a tongue licking my pussy ... right on my clit. That's when I jumped up. But there wasn't anyone there. God, I think I'm going crazy," she told me, then drank half of her second glass of wine.

"Could you have been imagining it? Were you reading a sexy novel? Maybe a torrid sex scene?" I asked.

"No, its a murder mystery. I just don't understand," she said with a big sigh, then she finished her second glass of wine and poured herself another.

But unfortunately, I was beginning to understand. Somehow, my watching women and fantasizing about having sex with them was manifesting in their actuality, they were feeling what I was imagining. Which, of course, I knew was not possible, but it seemed to have happened twice. I could think of no other explanation.

"And you wanna know the weirdest part ... as if, what I just told you isn't already enough to get me certified?"

"What?" I asked.

"It was a woman. A woman was licking my pussy. I don't know how I know, I just do. I've never even been with another woman but I know it was a girl licking me. And, oh my god, I really liked it." She drank her glass of wine and poured the last of the wine from the first bottle to fill her glass again. I noticed her starting to slur her words a bit.

"Better take it easy on the wine, honey." I cautioned and noticed a tear rolling down Judith's cheek. "What's wrong Judith?"

"I think I must be losing my mind. Mental illness runs in my family," she said, as more tears seeped from her eyes and she finished another glass of wine. Then, she fished a tissue out of her purse.

"Do you have a car, honey? Cause if you do, you probably shouldn't be driving" I said.

"How will I get home?" She said, prompting more tears.

"I just live a few minutes from here, so, let's go to my house, I'll make coffee and bring you back to your car when you're feeling better. Ok?"

Judith reluctantly agreed to come home with me. I helped her stagger out to my car and I drove us to my house. As we entered my living room, she threw her arms around me.

"Oh Joan, thank you so much for coming to my rescue." She said as she buried her face in the crook of my neck. I wrapped my arms around her and relished how good her body felt. Then I felt wetness on my neck and realized she was kissing me there.

I turned my head a little and kissed her cheek as my hands started roving over her back, then lower, until they reached her shapely ass cheeks which I squeezed, pulling her hips into mine. I moaned. Judith moaned and her hips began to press her mound into mine.

"Joan?" She whispered.

"Yes Judith? "

"I've never done this before, but I want to make love with you," she said.

"Are you sure? You've had a lot of wine ... I don't want to take advantage of you," I lied, because I really wanted to have her.

I put my lips on hers and kissed her. Gently at first. But our passion built rapidly. Soon, our tongues were invading each other's mouths, dancing and playing and exploring. My hands frantically tore at her clothes, lifting her top up over her head and pulling her skirt down over her thighs. She, in turn, unbuttoned my blouse and pushed it back over my shoulders. She lowered her head and nuzzled my boobs as she reached around my back to unhook my bra. Soon, I felt her lips sucking one of my nipples into her mouth.

I reached down and slipped my fingers into her panties, which were drenched with her juice. My now slick fingers found her engorged clit, I squeezed and tugged it, then flicked my finger tip over it. I heard a sharp intake of breath and a squeal of excitement as I manipulated her sensitive bud.

"Oh god Joan, yes!" She cried out.

I knelt down, pulling her skirt and panties to the floor and pushed her backwards; she flopped down onto my living room sofa directly behind her. I crawled between her legs, pushing them wide. Leaning in, my tongue split her glistening wet lips and I sucked her labia into my mouth, tugging and sucking on her pink lips. Then my tongue moved higher, finding her engorged clit, fluttering over it. Judith cried out in ecstasy.

"Oh my god! That feels just like in the coffee shop. Holly shit ... it was you, wasn't it?" Judith shouted as she pushed my head away.

Stunned that she'd figured out my secret, my mind scrambled for an explanation.

"Judith, think of what you're saying ... I was sitting across the room from you. How could I have been under your table doing this to you? And without anyone else seeing me?" I asked.

"I don't know. It just feels exactly the same. I just know it was you. And it's ok, I'm not angry, more grateful, cause I'm here with you now." She said with a beautiful smile.