Note: As we know the man's sexual peak is in the late teens whereas the woman's is much later. This is a short story of a woman who is pretty much neglected and decides to do something about it. All rights reserved.
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Mark noticed the middle aged man walk into the locker room wearing only a towel around his waist. He had seen the man earlier on the treadmill talking to a cute older woman on the machine next to him. It was obvious they were married since they were arguing about wanting to leave the gym early. When the man removed the towel he could barely see his penis head pushing out the thick pubic growth. He smiled and walked back into the gym.
Erin didn't look for her husband and kept her eyes on the small TV monitor attached to the treadmill. She was still angry that he wanted to leave less than an hour after they arrived. Things had been going downhill for the past 4 months since he lost his job. To make it worse their sex life has been less exciting than a televised golf match. She noticed someone get on the treadmill next to her but didn't look up. She heard laughter and glanced at the handsome man next to her. He smiled and so did she. She started to look back at the monitor but noticed he was still looking at her. She looked next to her the other way and didn't see anyone so his attention was only to her.
"Excuse me!" He said loudly to over come the headset she was wearing.
Erin pulled out the right earplug.
"Hi...I'm Mark."
She didn't want to give him her name. "Hi."
"Where is the ear plug inserted?"
She knew he could see where hers was connected. "Here." she pointed to the remote that was attached to the machine.
"Thanks."
She smiled and checked out his strong arms and large hands. It hit her that maybe he was hitting on her. After being overweight for so long and just passing 40 it had been a while since this had happened. Plus he was quite younger and very handsome.
She went back to her TV show but couldn't get him out of her mind. She glanced his way and saw him looking at her. Again they both smiled. For the first time in a long time she was sexually excited.
Mark watched as her machine time counter approached thirty minutes, which was the time limit per workout. He wanted to be off first so he stopped his treadmill and stepped off.
Erin saw him stop and get off next to her. She had a two-minute cool down period but she stopped it short and pulled out her earplugs. As she moved back she bumped into someone and turned. "Oh I'm sorry."
"Are you ok?" She asked noticing that she had stepped on his foot.
"I think so," he said moving it right and left.
Erin tried not to look at his well-toned body but she couldn't. He had very defined flat abs and wore nylon shorts that poorly hid his package. "I'm so sorry. Is there anything I can do?"
"It would make me feel better if you have a coffee with me next door when you are done."
She realized that she had been had. "Coffee makes a sore foot feel better?"
"It depends on who you have it with."
She held up her left ring finger. "Sorry I'm taken."
"It's just coffee," he said looking sad.
What possessed her to agree was a combination of things headed by the argument with her husband. "I guess one coffee won't hurt. I'm finished so I only need to get my things from the locker."
Erin stopped by the sink and washed some sweat from her brow. She looked in the mirror. "What are you doing?" She asked herself. "It's just coffee and that's it." After fixing her short brown hair she put on some lipstick and sprayed some perfume.
She saw him standing near the exit holding his equipment bag. He waved and she looked around to make sure no one was around that she knew. As they walked from the building she said again, "Just coffee." But he only smiled.
Nothing was said as they walked to the coffee shop. "Oh no," Mark gasped. "It's closed."
She held her gym bags to her chest. "Oh well." She was disappointed as well. "Some other time."
"Do you really want to go home?"
She knew her answer should be yes but she said, "No."
"My condo is a few blocks from here."
There it was. Her first proposition ever and it was from a hunk. "Just coffee."
She was surprisingly calm following his car to the private parking lot. She realized she knew nothing about him and that he could be a serial killer or rapist. She parked her car next to his and looked at her hair and makeup before opening her door. He stood nearby as she closed the door behind her. Nothing was said as he led her through a small gate and then past a small pool.
She hesitated after he open the door labeled 1C.
"I won't bite," he grinned.
She ignored the remark and moved inside expecting a bachelor pad mess but saw it clean and everything in order. "Very nice and clean."
"Thank you mother," he laughed.
She moved inside. "I'm probably old enough to be your mother."
"My mother never looked as nice as you do."
She tried to fix her hair that was messed from working out. "I must look a mess."
"The kitchen is this way."
She was both happy and disappointed that he really was going to serve coffee. The kitchen was spotless as well. She watched him making coffee checking out his trim but muscular body and firm butt. "My husband is probably looking for me by now. Should I call him?"
He turned. "I don't think he will be happy to know you're in a man's condo."
"Maybe that's what he needs," she sighed. "He probably wouldn't care."
