I'm 28, I go to the gym a lot, and stay in pretty good shape. I've run the Detroit marathon twice, and like to work out at home as well. I'm not exactly huge, and I do wish I could bulk up more, but it seems my body has other ideas. I've resigned myself to accept a more 'lean' look as opposed to looking like a bodybuilder.
If there is one thing that is hot about older women, it's those who stay in great shape. So many people seem to let themselves go, that having some muscle automatically makes women look hot, and all the more so for the fact that it takes extra effort.
This is what I noticed about a lady around 40 who I was eyeing up at the local gym, as she pumped through a circuit on the step mill. I loved step mills, even though they are one of the more difficult machines at the gym, but they were working wonders on this babe's ass. I could feel my cock stirring as I watched her defined glutes, hammies, quads, and calves extend and retract. Why don't more women have legs like this? I pretend to fill my water bottle as I admire her tight leggings showing off her muscular but feminine form, and travel upwards to her tight back and toned shoulders. She has long, light brown hair tied back in a smart ponytail, and looks quite focused on what she is doing.
I realize I am just spraying water everywhere at the drinking fountain, so I decide to work out something other than my eyes and cock in the weight section. I have to walk past where she is to get there, and I momentarily look at her out of the corner of my eye as I do. She's focused on something else, but my eyes caught her toned, flat stomach and moderately large breasts, which weren't sagging the way those on many women her age did. Her face was all MILF, older, sexy and smart. I had to snap myself out of it as I almost walked into a trash can. I moved to the other side of the gym to begin my bench press routine. I was facing away from her, but the wall was covered in mirrors, so I could check her out between sets from across the gym.
After one set, I was disappointed to noticed she wasn't there anymore. Looking around, my heart skipped to see that she was walking over to the squat rack next to me!
She came in to the power rack next to me and began setting things up to do some squats. I pretended to be stretching or something on my back on the bench, but I stole a few glances at her legs/ass when she was leaning away from me, and could feel my pole tenting my pants a little. Down, boy! I thought to myself, as she set up the barbell with some weights and started doing squats. She was wearing tight leggings, and an athletic bra that showed off her toned stomach and lower back. I could also tell her upper back and shoulders were quite built. I was a little self conscious of myself now, based on how much I was lifting, but figured she wasn't paying attention to me anyways, so I continued with my routine.
I was checking my phone between sets, when a voice broke my concentration. "Excuse me; may I take one of these?" I looked up, and this iron Venus was in front of me gesturing at the 45 lb plates. "I need more weight for deadlifts," she explained.
"Sure, go for it," I replied nonchalantly, although I knew I was gazing intently at her whole body. Few people do deadlifts, and hardly any 40-something women I knew. From the looks of things, she was about to hit 315 lbs; no small feat.
I watched as she set the weights and got into position, hinging at the hips to reach the bar, with her back straight and shoulder blades back. In one fast motion she pulled the bar off the ground and locked out, then lowered the barbell back to the ground with a clang. She did a few reps like this, and I could tell she was pushing pretty hard. When she let go, she turned to me and breathlessly said "I didn't realize I was going to have an audience..."
"Ha, yeah, I guess I am pretty impressed, that was good," I explained. For a moment, my eyes locked with hers, and I had to appreciate how pretty they were. They had a deep brown color, and her lightly tanned skin just glowed sexy.
"Thanks," she said with a smile, before breaking our gaze.
"I'm Mark," I said, offering my hand.
"Jen," she said, shaking mine. Her grip was firm, but my skin tingled where it touched hers.
"You're not doing too bad yourself," she said, gesturing at my bar.
"Yeah," I replied, realizing that I was pumped myself. I wondered if she noticed the definition in my upper body. I figured that a woman like this must be married to some kind of bulky firefighter or whatever, but I didn't see a ring.
It was time for me to rack all my weights, and she was done as well. We both went about our tasks separately, setting all the plates back on their pegs.
"Do you prefer to work out alone? A lot of guys seem to work out together," she said after she finished.
"I guess I always have, but I wouldn't mind some company."
"Well, our schedules seem to match on at least this day; why don't I give you my number?"
I couldn't believe what I was hearing, but I pulled out my phone and we exchanged 'hey' texts so we would have each other's number.
"Catch you later!" She said and walked off with a youthful step.
