A young, 21 year old athlete signs up cougars on the prowl.
The New Year is around the corner and the fitness craze is about to begin. Long gone are the slow November days where no one signs up for gym memberships; the rush is on to get healthy in the New Year.
Mike is a young, former high school football varsity player. He is 6 foot tall and a muscular 175 pounds. His high school days are over, but he still remains in great shape. New to this small town, most of the time Mike is just working out or indulging in one of his other hobbies, cooking. The town is filled with older couples. Some of these couples are retired, others in their 40s while their kids have gone away to college. Innocent he appears with that big smile and dimples, Mike loves his older women. Those insatiable cougars.
It has been a long day at work. Started at 9, Mike took out the garbage from the night before. Since the gym is open 24 hours it can get a little messy when he returns in the morning. The weights are not in the right place, it is truly amazing how people cannot put dumbbells back in the right spot. Mild mannered he is, no complains ever come from Mike's mouth. This is just a job until he goes to culinary school. Finally, he finishes cleaning the gym saying hi to the few people that are in the gym. His regular customers make small chit chat with him about things. The old retired Military man makes the same joke he makes every morning. Nothing much changes. Until she comes in.
"Hello, I was in town and I was wondering about your membership fees..." Said this lady in her mid 40s.
Mike swore she said more but he drifted and stared. This woman was stunning. Blonde hair, sun kissed skin, French manicure nails, plump breasts. Her ass popped out of her yoga pants. Not as tight as the 20 year olds but Mike loved a woman with age and experience.
"...and if you have tanning? Tanning? Do you have tanning here?" said the beautiful lady.
"Oh sorry, ma'am. Yes we do. I just got distracted. Those are lovely nails you have ma'am." Said Mike.
A bit thrown off, but still flattered she replied, "Well thanks honey, a woman always needs to take care of herself"
But the way she said that last line. Take care of herself. There was not a ring on her hand. Was she single? Did she really suggest that? How long has it been? Mike was intrigued.
With his smile, he offered her a tour of the gym. First were the treadmills. She stepped on the treadmills and he explained the newest features. How they all were connected to Internet, the different workouts that were built into the machines. He put the treadmill on a walking pace so she saw how smooth it was. He tried hard not to stare but those bouncing breasts moving ever so slightly had him slightly aroused. He could only imagine how much they would sway when she was running.
After showing her the running machines they also had, he moved to the free weights. They ranged from 1 pound to 100 pounds. The pink one pound dumbbell made her chuckle.
"This looks like something I have at home" she chuckled.
"Oh you have weights at home?" Mike replied in an innocent way.
The flirting had begun, she looked at him and shook her head. I think she knew he liked her. It turned her on.
"This guy definitely is a charmer. Those dimples and that smile. But that body, he certainly wasn't a little kid. And he caught unto my taking care of myself reference. He must get all the ladies. But why was he flirting with me and not that young girl who asked him where the water fountain was? I mean she was practically begging for him. "She thought to herself.
After the weights, Mike showed her more machines.
"Man, there are a lot of machines. I never realized there were so many machines here. This lady is definitely what I am looking for. But patience, Mike, patience. Don't ruin the sale. Get the sale and she will be here every day for the next year. Stay calm. Work the sale. And why did wear these shorts today? My cock is about to jump free; should have went with the looser pair." Mike thought to himelf.
After the machines, Mike showed her to the exercise room. A big empty room with mirrors, like one would see at a ballet or dance studio. Mike told her of the classes they had and that they all were included in the membership. Mike tried to remain patient and continue the tour but it was getting harder and harder as he was getting harder and harder.
Finally, he reached the last part of the tour. The bathrooms and the showers the bathrooms were very private. The showers were private as well. A single shower room for the ladies with one shower. One could lock the door behind them and feel like it was their own shower at home.
"Shower? Just for one? That isn't fun..." The now even more flirtatious lady had said.
