"Uhh fuck, okay, I think that's good. Let me fuck your pussy."
But I didn't stop. "Just a second. I thought you were going for "cum control" right?"
With only my right hand I pulled up and down like I was shaking a drink and twisted my elbow out to the side. His cock started throbbing.
"What the fuck!" he said louder. "Fuuuck. No, wait. Stop!"
I laughed as I felt what was coming. I cupped his balls with my left palm and moved to slower strokes but it was too late. After what was only a few minutes again he emptied his load, and I just managed to duck to the side before it frantically sputtered out.
"You bitch! You didn't even let me cum on your face or fucking throatpie you."
I kept laughing as I gave a few extra pulls. "Idiot. I'm not gonna let you fuck up my hair. Not my fault your cum control blows. Literally."
"You gotta wait till I'm hard again," he said, sitting up fully. "You can't do that and not let me fuck that pussy. No way."
Well, I let the loser have it. Last hurrah. He pounded me from behind and stretched my pussy out like he needed to have it remember. It was aching the next day. But I assured him that was it. Well and truly. The end. And yeah, haven't received a dick pic since. Its imprint is still stamped there between my legs anyhow.
So yeah, I wasn't about to tell James my proclaimed sacred pussy hadn't been so sacred lately, and good thing too as he actually came through with the memberships a couple of days after messaging him. Color me fucked. I was excited to tell my bf his path to getting ripped was clear and free, but he had a couple more days of his camping trip with a couple of his friends, so I just messaged him saying I had a surprise waiting for him when he came back.
And just because I previously hadn't made it past the parking lot of the fine establishment, I thought I'd actually put my membership to the test and go forth with my now slightly fatter ass in tow. I tie my hair back in a long ponytail and wear some not-so-flattering track pants and loose sweatshirt. Even my bf hadn't seen my tits in a while, as I hadn't really been topless much due to the niggling physique insecurities. So I wasn't exactly ready to dress my sexiest. But if all goes well that shouldn't last too much longer.
I don't run into James' aunt inside - if that story was even true, but my pass works a treat. There's a lap pool undercover in a large courtyard at the center of the complex, and behind it is the extensive gym. I'd decided to come on a Thursday afternoon, and turned out to be right in assuming that wouldn't be a popular time. Not that I had any intentions in doing anything further with him, but I was still glad to not run into James anywhere. Even though he'd said he'd been banned I was half-expecting to be beckoning me with his half-cocked cock round a corner somewhere. And speaking of cocks, the few patrons look to all be guys. A couple of young, NBA-height lanky dudes about my age and a middle-aged brick of a man on the bench press. I smile politely at the two lanky guys who thankfully don't pay me much mind. That's the thing - always dress in too much to the gym. I'm on the elliptical for about twenty minutes and quickly realize I may be fitter than I'd initially feared. Perhaps those workouts with my bf, (the others barely counted,) had really done me good. It'd probably just been a bit more trashy food than regular due to the school break. My ass really -
"You losing weight?"
My eyes snap to the side and the old guy from the bench press is standing there, towel over his shoulder. He's smiling at me.
I stop moving. "Um, what?"
He laughs gently. "Nah, sorry, sounds so pervy, I didn't mean it like that. I'm only asking coz I'm a nutritionist. And, ah bodybuilder, or getting there at least."
His arms hanging out of his tank top are huge. I definitely get the bodybuilder part. Still, slightly weird he'd approach me out of the blue.
"Oh, um, okay," I say quickly. "Well yeah, I am a bit I guess."
"Not that I thought you needed to at all," he laughs again. In my head before the fact the line might have sounded cheesy but with his bullish voice it didn't really sound like a line at all. Just pointing out the facts. He pulls something from his gym bag and holds it out to me. "My business card. I know, I shouldn't be hustling people in the gym, but I just started my own business so you know, gotta do what I gotta do."
I take the card and say okay thanks, briefly wondering whether I regret not bringing my headphones so I can at least ignore people by accident. But he's big and handsome, old enough to be my dad, sure, but definitely not my dad. And his smile is nice.
And he's big.
I do some rowing and then a few weighted machines and use the fancy showers before I head off. I pass the juice bar and head through a walkway with windows out to the tennis courts where a couple of fit Kardashian-types are swinging rackets. I huff with a hint of envy. I pull out my phone and text my bf that I can't wait for him to join me at my next session. He texts back a few photos of him and his buddies, and I'm just swiping through them when I almost run head first into my middle-aged friend. I accidentally drop my bag and he laughs and picks it up for me.
"Those phones'll kill you," he says.
I give a forced laugh. "Sorry."
He doesn't move but stands there like one of those homoerotically-carved museum statues and lets me walk round him. And then, for whatever reason, it hits me.
"Hey, do you think you could help my boyfriend?" I say to him as I turn back.
"He needs a nutritionist?" he asks.
I giggle. "Ah, no. Well, I don't think so. No, I mean because you said you're body building, like, my boyfriend wants to get ripped. Or, so he says."
He laughs out loud. "
Ripped
hey? Or jacked? Coz ya know, there's a difference."
I shrug. "What are you?"
"What do you think?" He raises an eyebrow.
If he lost the tank top I could know for sure, but I'm already guessing he has a hairy chest so I just say "kinda old?"
To my surprise he laughs out loud again, reeling back slightly. "I'm gonna not take that to heart. Damn, your generation can be cruel huh?"
"
My
generation?" I raise a brow this time.
"Oh yeah. You know, kids. So afraid of the world."
My mouth opens a little in a half-smile, half-gasp. "Ohh, kid huh? Well, I guess that's fair from what I called you."
He chuckles. "Don't sweat it. I got a daughter like ten years younger than you. She's a kid. You, ah," he quickly glances me up and down, "you're not. But I, as you say, am fucking old."
I put my hands on my hips and squint with a smile. "Hmm, how old? Or do I need to guess? Coz you are super ripped or jacked or whatever you were calling it, so that's gotta shave off a few right?"
"I'm 44," he says, and chuckles.
"Well I'd maybe only slightly just qualify that as
old
, but I don't know about
fucking
old. What does your wife think?"
"Not much," he says. "Divorced years ago. Just me and the kid. Who yeah, definitely thinks I'm old old."
"The kid who you think is ten years younger than me? Does that mean you guessed my age before I was guessing yours then?"
"My daughter is 12."
I smirk. "Not bad. Nine years older but that'll do."
He laughs again. "Yes it will. And so, to answer your initial question, yes I can help your boyfriend. I was a strength and conditioning coach for a good decade."
"Damn, that'd be incredible," I say. "So then you got into, ah, nutrition?"
"It's even more important than what exercising your body," he says and shrugs. "What you're putting into it."
"Yeah," I say and laugh nervously, "I think I'm understanding that."
"Don't worry, you still got a good few years before you need to start stressing about any of that."
"I dunno, I've been feeling pretty sluggish lately. Maybe I could employ your services too."
He smiles and gestures to my bag. "You got my card. Let me know when."
I turn to leave and take a few steps toward the front desk before he stops me again. "Unless, you got a minute now?" he says. "I'm done with my workout, and got a few hours to kill."
I've turned back and I click my tongue. "You sure you're not spent, old man?"
"No way. I got more pent-up energy than you know."
I roll my eyes slightly at that one.
Sure.
"Come on," he continues, "I'll give the first five for you and your boyfriend free."
"Hmm yeah that's the thing, probably should wait for him. I don't want him getting jealous I was getting fitness lessons from a ripped, jacked guy before he has the chance."
"Jealous of little old me?" he laughed.
I pout my lips. "Old, maybe. Little? No. But no, I mean jealous that I'm getting ripped before him. It is his dream at the moment."
He nods slowly. "Well, I don't wanna go ruining someone's dream. Especially a client's."
'Woah, client already?" I say.
He folds his arms and smiles again. "That's up to you."
Yup, he's big. Yup, he's a little old. And surely the old thing cancels out the big thing. There's no way my bf really
could
be jealous of someone not even his own age right?
"Make it ten free," I tell him. "And don't make me ripped too fast, okay? Nothing to make my guy jealous."
We start walking out together and he holds his hands up in a mock defense. "Hey, we'll take it slow."
And we do take it slow. For about fifteen minutes. The next hour or so of our session is spent in his bedroom instead of his home gym, with slightly more intensive exercises. And I was right about his chest. Hairy as hell. I wasn't sure if I liked it or not. I think on him, bear that he was already, I did. But I wasn't looking at that right now. My eyes were on the window, at the mountains in the distance. Not unlike him his house was big. Three stories with great views.
"What do you do with all this space?" I ask vaguely over my shoulder.
He places one of his feet up on the edge of the low dresser I'm bent over and steadies himself with a hand on my bare ass. Then he slides his cock into me. It fills my hungry hole up straight away. I let out a low moan. He'd already fucked me in his kitchen when we first arrived, but that was just his cock saying hello, a standard sit on the counter, and my legs couldn't even reach the whole way round him.
