There comes a time in a manâs life when age starts to overcome him. The hair either thins or falls out completely and the waist line starts to thicken. It eventually leads to the source of that old adage, âWhat I used to do all night long, now takes me all night to do.â
At 55 years old, recently divorced and frustrated with my life, I was determined not to fall prey to Father Time. Thatâs how I got involved with the health club. Mind you, my original intent was to get my old body in some form of reasonable shape. Little did I know that the club would be a place of erotic dreams. Young shapely women in tight spandex abound, and can be seen in a variety of lewd and compromising positions. Sure the fat old women were there too, but the scenery was my choice. My first scheduled appointment was on a Friday night after work. My assigned trainer was a former body-builder named Jeff. The plan, as I understood it, was for Jeff to do an evaluation of my physical condition, then, recommend a fitness program, to begin after the evaluation. I wonât bore you with the details, except to say that on a scale of 1 to 100, I scored a 2. If this wasnât depressing enough, Jeff wanted to meet with me after the workout to discuss my progress. The night was disastrous and my resolve to get physically fit was waning. The light at the end of the tunnel was the thought of a good steam bath when I was done. The health club was designed as such, that I had to pass by the office area to get to the menâs locker room. With my butt dragging, I tried to sneak past, to no avail.
âExcuse me, Sir. My name is Lisa. Jeff had to leave early so he asked if I would visit with you.â The voice came from a tall, slender girl of about 25 years. She wore a white one-piece spandex outfit that clung to her very fit body. She wore her distinct cameltoe like a badge of honor, as she followed me down the hallway in long and certain strides. âSir, we will be closing in about 30 minutes, so if you could just take a minute toâ¦,â she continued.
Her hair was ebony black and cropped short to her head. If this woman wasnât a dyke, she was missing a good opportunity. Her mannerisms were manly, to say the least.
âHon,â I interrupted. (Old men can get by with calling young women Hon.) âThis may have been a huge mistake, and if itâs alright with you, I think Iâll just hit the showers.â I walked through the locker room door, leaving her stuttering in the hall. Sure, it was rude, especially when she was so good to look at. But I just wasnât in the mood to face any further ridicule. I stripped off my sweaty clothes, wrapped a towel around me and headed for the steam room. I figured about 20 minutes in the steam room, and about 10 minutes to shower and dress, then, I would likely never see this place again from the inside. I set the timer for 20 minutes and went inside. The steam started pouring in and in a matter of minutes I couldnât see the opposite wall of the 10 foot by 6 foot room. There was hardly anyone left in the club at that hour, but I was not to be shorted because the help wanted to go home early. As I leaned back against the hot wall, I heard the door open and noticed the light change as steam rushed from the room. âSir, we really need to visit,â came that familiar voice. Through the fog I saw Lisa wrapped in a towel, barely covering her boobs and crotch. She sat directly across from me, as I sat speechless. âI certainly hope you donât plan on giving up,â she continued.
âThis is the menâs locker room, youâre not supposed to be in here.â I panicked, not having anything to cover up my nakedness.
âDonât get excited, itâs only you and I, and Sara at the desk, left in the place tonight.
Sir, I take my responsibilities here very seriously and I owe it to you to get you to stick with the program. Donât you want to be healthy?â
Her legs spread slightly and I was almost certain I saw a patch of black hair under the short towel. But with the steam and all, I wasnât sure. It might have been knowledge that we were alone, or it might have been just the sight of her, but I found myself becoming a little bolder. âOf course I want to be healthy, but this program that Jeff the Giant has me on will kill me first,â I said. âNow if you would be my trainer and take steam bathes with me every night, I might reconsider.â
She was quick to respond. âI will be your trainer, if thatâs what it takes. But donât get your hopes up, I usually prefer my companions a little more feminine.â My suspicions were confirmed. She continued, âAnd when I choose male companionship, they have to be fit and trim.â So I was dealing with a switch hitter. âIf you work hard to get in shape, you never know. Maybe we can work something out,â she said.
âAnd the steam bathes?â, I asked.
âMaybe as long as itâs just us, if you will commit to at least 60 days of the program,â she said.
âLisa, you have a deal,â I responded. âBut how about a sneak preview of what I am working toward?â
âSure,â she said. âI can see there is nothing wrong with that part of your body.â She stared at my hard cock. All nine inches were standing tall.
She leaned back as the towel dropped away from her body. And I leaned forward to get a better view through the fog. Her legs spread and her hand dropped to her pussy. With her fingers she spread her pussy apart and gave me a perfect shot of her young twat. Then as quickly as she started, she clamped her legs together, rose and walked toward the door, the towel slung over one shoulder. I watched her tight ass as she walked away. âThereâs more where that came from, if you stick with it,â she said, as she walked out. I knew I was hooked, I would be there the next night.
True to my word, I was there an hour before closing the following night. I met Lisa in the hallway as I left the locker room. âGlad to see you again,â she said. âAre you ready for a good workout tonight.â
âProbably not ready, but at least willing,â I responded. Lisa was wearing a different work out suit than the previous night, but the cameltoe was just as prevalent. She wore no tights underneath and I couldnât help but wonder if her pussy was as muscular and toned as the rest of her body. She led me to the weight room where she proceeded to demonstrate the proper use of the weight machines. Now if you have never been to a weight room, you canât appreciate the nature of the machines. Depending on what part of the body you are working on, the equipments demands that you frequently straddle bars, pads or the like, and in many situations your feet are spread shoulder width and pulled up to your chest. I reveled in watching Lisa perform. And if it wasnât for constantly watching her tight crotch, I would have been impressed at how good she really was. She knew what I was watching but never made any effort to conceal herself or deter my ogling. At about three quarters the way through the workout, I was tiring badly, and the repetitions were getting harder and harder. Lisa cheered me on as I finished the last reps of each set.
The last set was on some type of overhead contraption that had a bar suspended from above. The plan was to do 12 reps of straight arm pull downs all the way to the front of the thighs. At rep number 8, I was exhausted and quit. Lisa immediately began chastising me. âIt doesnât do any good if you donât complete the reps,â she insisted. âIf youâre not going to give me 100% the dealâs off.â It didnât take me long to weigh that choice. âOk,â I said. âBut I could use a little encouragement, if you know what I mean.â I winked at Lisa and she smiled. She didnât hesitate to pull a padded weight bench up and sit down. I glanced around to find we were alone in the weight room. She straddled the bench, then, lay back, resting on her elbows. The spandex pulled even tighter across her pussy, and it was evident that she wore nothing beneath her suit. Where the material narrowed, the outer edges of her pussy were visible. âNow give me twelve,â she ordered. Make no mistake, I didnât even strain to finish the reps. I let go of the bar after the final pull and the weights banged down. Lisa smiled as she rose and said, âGreat job tonight! Iâll make rounds and see whoâs still her, then join you in the steam room if I can.â She walked away adjusting the crotch of her suit.
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