Authors note: This is another chapter of a novel which chronicles the life and adventures of the main character, Liam. All other names are fictitious. This is mainly a life story with some erotica included so if you're looking for wall to wall sex this isn't for you. Hope you enjoy reading it.
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I continued through the bedroom and entered the bathroom to take a shower. As I lingered in the warmth of the hot soapy water, I thought about the day. It had been the most calm and relaxing day that I had had in a long time, maybe ever. After the shower I dried off and wrapped the towel around my waist.
When I came back into the bedroom, Aunt Betty was sitting on the bed, propped up by several large pillows, a sheet pulled up to her neck. She motioned to me to come over to her. I came over and stood next beside her. Silently, she sat up straighter, letting the sheet fall to her waist. I was stunned by the beauty of her large, hanging breasts. She placed her right hand on my right knee, slowly moving it up the inside of my thigh, lifting the towel as it moved.
Her left hand loosened the knot on towel letting it fall to the floor. I reached over to turn off her reading lamp, but she stopped me. She toyed with my penis, pinching my little foreskin before releasing it. I started to reach over to turn off the bedside lamp, but she stopped me.
"Not tonight," she said, spreading her body out on the bed and completely removing the sheet covering her.
"Remember, take your time," she instructed.
I couldn't believe what was happening. It was too good to be true.
My eyes became glued to her mound, now clean shaven and staring at me. I placed my hands on her calves as she drew up her knees and started spreading her legs. Slowly working my hands up to her thighs, I try to hold back my desire to reach her cameltoe. She spread her knees out even wider, inviting me to her most private spot
I felt the silky smooth skin on her puffy lips, letting the tip of my finger run up the tight groove where they met up to the keyhole at her mound. Now both of my hands were exploring my new found treasure.
I saw her hands move down across her stomach and also felt them when they pushed my hands away. With fingers on each lip she spread them widely, revealing her inner parts. It looked just as it had felt last night. Her inner lips were tiny, different from the illustration I had seen in my sex education book.
She was slippery wet to my touch. Her inner lips were hardening and she trembled a little when I brushed her clit.
I lay down next to her now, pressing my hairy chest against her breasts and watching her reaction as I played with her pussy.
She reached down, taking my penis in her hand. She spread my precum around my glans.
I kissed and sucked on her breasts and nipples.
She arched her back up, pushing my hand away from her mound, "Fuck me! Liam! Please, do it now!" she begged.
I rolled over on her and slipped inside her. She was wet, hot and slippery. Soon, very soon, we were both shivering in ecstasy.
She dug her finger nails into my bottom. I squeezed her breasts.
Exhausted, I lie there for a few minutes before rolling off her.
I don't even remember turning off the light. The next thing I knew is the alarm clock going off, signaling the start of a new work week.
This was an important week for the project. We had to complete the slab for the second major building. This meant building forms, installing the reinforcing steel, and pouring the concrete. I was looking forward to learning many new things even though my efforts would be limited to "grunt" work.
The day went quickly even though I worked an extra two hours and the crew made good progress.
"You certainly had a long day," my aunt said as I entered the house.
"Yes, it was a good day. If we keep it up and the weather cooperates, we'll get the slab done this week."
During dinner she asked, "Do you think you can make the gym tomorrow?"
"Yes, it should be a shorter day," I replied.
I packed up a small bag with some shorts, tennis shoes, a T-shirt, towel and a clean change of clothes to take to the gym tomorrow.
Later than evening my aunt continued my education.
Work progressed well the next day and I was able to leave on time for the gym. She picked me up at the jobsite and we were there by 3:30 P.M.
The gym was recently constructed and well equipped, especially for being located in such a small town.
At the front desk, I signed in for my quest pass and met some of the staff, of course, Aunt Betty knew everyone.
We walked past the front desk, down a foyer which led to the locker rooms.
"Let's meet at the front desk at about five o'clock. I'm going to the exercise class," she said.
Pushing open the men's door, I entered the locker room; it like the rest of the club was very nicely done with new metal lockers, tile floors and bright white painted block walls. The room was about twenty feet square with lockers on three sides. The side opposite the door opened to the wet room, having a sauna, steam bath, hot tub, showers and bathrooms.
After a quick tour of the wet area, I selected a locker and changed into my gym clothes.
The weight room was Spartan, but had all the essentials: dumbbells, regular and curl bars, flat and incline benches. Two middle age men were lifting dumbbells and using the curl bar. I went straight to the flat bench, no need to warm up with light weights; after all, technically, I'd been working out all day.
I did the standard routine for football training; twelve rep groups until you couldn't do anymore. Starting at 110 pounds, I worked at 20 pound increments up to 170. At 170, I stopped at 6. I could have done a few more, but since this was my first weight lifting session in a month, I didn't want to injure myself and jeopardize my job. It was a good stopping point.
Feeling good after my first weightlifting in a month, I went to the locker room. It was busier now, guys coming and going. Most of the guys were in their thirties and forties, while a few were my age or a little older and a few older gentlemen also.
Sitting down on the bench and facing my locker, I took off my clothes and wrapped the towel around my waist. As I walked toward the wet area, I noticed that I was one of the few who wearing a towel, everyone else, were completely naked, and carrying their towels at their sides.
Getting to the steam room I realized that I had to leave my towel outside. I hung it on one of the hooks and opened the steam room door. A hot steamy fog billowed out. Walking inside, the wet heat hit my skin, immediately starting to sooth my muscles.
The steam room had a two tier bench on either side with the steam generator on the floor on the back wall. The steam was thick but I could make out two men sitting on the top bench on the left side. One had his back propped up against the back wall with his legs sprawled out, facing me. The other fellow was laying out flat on his back with his knees pulled up.
I took a seat on the right side on the top bench the center of the room.
They were quite friendly as we exchanged greetings.
Slowly, the steam condensed, increasing visibility in the room. The fellow who was lying down, sat up and he too propped himself up against the back wall.
As we introduced ourselves and started into a conversation, I couldn't help but think about how much larger their penis' were than mine even though they were much smaller men. I made certain that I sat so as to keep my small, hypospadias penis hidden from their view.
