It was fortunate the locker room was empty again, because I hit the steam room with a hard on. I was beginning to think that Lisa wasnât coming, when the door opened and she appeared. She was as nude as I was and was quick to explain. âIâve locked up. We have the place to ourselves.â Once again she sat across from me, her small firm boobs glistening from the steam. âOk, rule number 1â¦no physical contact. You have yet to earn that privilege. Rule number 2â¦I have reset the timer to 10 minutes. When the timer goes off, we are done. Any questions?â
âJust oneâ¦do you do requests?â, I asked.
âNot tonight, but keep working hard and, who knows,â she said.
Lisa leaned back and raised one foot to rest on the bench. Her head was against the wall and she closed her eyes. The steam matted her short hair to her head and she simply enjoyed the steam. The black hair on her pussy was neatly trimmed with no sign of stubble. It was like looking through a fogged mirror. The details were there but it was pretty much a blur. With her knee close to her body, her pussy didnât gape, but was spread far enough to expose her thin lips and clit hood. There was no doubt in my mind that this was a woman capable of marathon fucking. My hand went to my cock as I stared at her body. The water and sweat ran off of her as she lowered her foot back to the floor. Her hips slid forward to edge of the bench and her knees spread just slightly. Her inner thighs pinched her pussy, making her mound look even bigger. She opened her eyes and smiled when she saw me stroking my hard cock. Then she closed them again and put her hand on her pussy. Without spreading her legs, she gently fingered her clit. Even through the fog I could see her hips raise and lower slightly in response to her touches. I actually thought she might cum, when the timer clicked off. She stopped immediately and stood.
âThis might be harder for me than for you,â she said, smiling. Then she left me alone in the steam room, cock in hand and totally unsatisfied.
The next night was aerobic workoutâ¦tread mill, stair master, etc. Not much for a true voyeur like myself. That is, until it was time to do the stretching exercises. The gym was not empty, but the people were thinning out quickly. Without inhibitions, Lisa put on a stretching display that would have rivaled any strip show in town. I just stood above her gawking. When she finished she put me through as many of the same stretches that she had made look so easy. I finished and lay flat on my back resting. She leaned over and spoke softly. âWaste a little extra time tonight so I can make sure the place is empty. When you hear the page that the club is closed, youâll know Iâm on my way. I think we both need to finish what we started last night.â
I puttered in the locker room, weighing myself and checking my blood pressure. Then I stripped down and jumped in the hot tub, adjacent to the steam room. It wasnât long before I heard the page and I didnât waste any more time. I sat the timer for 30 minutes and went inside. Moments later Lisa arrived. This time she had a towel around her and took her usual position. âIâm really pleased at how hard youâre working,â she said. âBut you really need to make your staring at me less obvious. While I was stretching I thought you had a neck tie on, but it was your tongue.â
âSorry,â I said, laughing. âYou are very hard NOT to look at. And from what you have told me, I suspect you do a little gawking of your own at some of the girls.â
âWhy the towel tonight? Are you getting bashful?â, I asked.
âNothing bashful about me,â she said. âI just donât want you to leave any cum on the floor.â
Her boldness shocked me. But she did say she wanted to finish what we had started. I was game. She threw the towel at me and leaned back against the wall. Her legs spread similar to one of her stretches. Her hips moved forward as one hand went to her breast and the other to her pussy. She was obviously not just teasing me, she was intent on her own personal pleasure. I was even more shocked at her comments.
âI hope you follow through with your fitness plan. Jacking off is not my first choice for satisfaction. Youâll make me feel a lot better about this if you jack off with me.â
I didnât need the invitation, my hand was already stroking. Lisaâs finger tips were sliding up and down her slit, and it was impossible to see if her juices were flowing or the wetness was from the thick steam. It didnât matter. Her hips rose every time her fingers touched her clit and she twisted her nipple with the other hand. I wanted to touch her, to taste her, to learn first hand how sweet and slimy her juices would be on my tongue. As Lisa grew closer to cumming, she cupped her pussy in her hand and continued the sliding motion, but with only one finger. She rolled her clit at the top of each stroke and dipped her finger all the way into her wet cunt at the bottom. There was no repeated finger fucking, just a single dip, then back up her spread lips to her clit. She continued this dipping-rolling process until her hips were bucking in response. I almost believed that if I stuck my cock in her at that point, she would not have objected. But I didnât want to screw up a good thing that would likely lead to better things. There was no question of when she started cumming. A grunting, growling sound came from deep in her throat as her hips rose completely off the bench. She stayed in that position for several seconds as her orgasm raked through her body. I had just started cumming when her hips fell back to the bench. She didnât say a word, just watched me finish in silence. I used the towel to clean myself and my mess up.
Lisa broke the silence. âI think weâre progressing faster in here than you are out there. We need to slow down a little. But I do have to share something with you. Believe it or not, I have never done that before, in front of a man, I mean, and I liked it, I liked it a lot. I can tell now that this is probably going to go farther than I intended. I just wanted to give you some incentive, now I find myself wanting you. And thatâs not very professional. Still a deal is a deal and I will live up to my end if you do.â
I thought a few seconds before I responded. âLisa, you are a remarkable person, aside from being gorgeous and sexy as Hell. Your dedication to my well being is admirable. But I have to tell you that no woman in the last thirty years has had such an effect on me. I want to do well in the gym to please you, but more than that I want your body. It has been a long, long time since anyone has turned me on the way you have. Now that you know how I feel, Iâm going to let you off the hook. I wonât hold you to the deal and I will continue to work out and get healthy.â
Lisaâs face puckered slightly as though she might cry, the she smiled a beautiful smile and said, âThanks, but if itâs alright with you, I think Iâll stick it out a little longer. See you tomorrow.â
The next night was back to the weights. But it wasnât the same drudgery. I felt like Lisa was intentionally showing her body off to me. She would sit provocatively while I was lifting and go out of her way to expose herself while she was lifting. I watched her pull her suit up tight into her crotch before she did her bench presses, then, stand over my head, in the guise of spotting, while I bench pressed. The evening passed way too fast and I found myself with a partial hardon all night. We actually finished early and Lisa told me to go to the tread mill and wait for her. About 15 minutes later, and 60 calories, she returned and got on the tread mill next to me. She told me that she had made arrangements for us to continue the workout beyond closing hours. After 10 more minutes and 40 more calories, Sara came back and told Lisa she was locking up. Lisa thanked her and gave me a huge smile. We both continued exercising for a few more minutes, then Lisa said, âItâs time to stretch out before we hit the showers.â We walked the short distance to the mats in silence. âYou go ahead and start your stretches while I make sure everything is secure,â Lisa said, leaving me alone on the mats. I half-heartedly started my stretches, then Lisa appeared. She had a towel around her. She had to notice my surprise, because she let the towel drop and stood before me in nothing but a tiny pair of green panties. She was strikingly beautiful. âWhatâs this all about?â, I asked. âIâm sure you werenât wearing those before.â
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