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I’m 28, I go to the gym a lot, and stay in pretty good shape. I’ve run the Detroit marathon twice, and like to work out at home as well. I’m not exactly huge, and I do wish I could bulk up more, but it seems my body has other ideas. I’ve resigned myself to accept a more ‘lean’ look as opposed to looking like a bodybuilder.

If there is one thing that is hot about older women, it’s those who stay in great shape. So many people seem to let themselves go, that having some muscle automatically makes women look hot, and all the more so for the fact that it takes extra effort.

This is what I noticed about a lady around 40 who I was eyeing up at the local gym, as she pumped through a circuit on the step mill. I loved step mills, even though they are one of the more difficult machines at the gym, but they were working wonders on this babe’s ass. I could feel my cock stirring as I watched her defined glutes, hammies, quads, and calves extend and retract. Why don’t more women have legs like this? I pretend to fill my water bottle as I admire her tight leggings showing off her muscular but feminine form, and travel upwards to her tight back and toned shoulders. She has long, light brown hair tied back in a smart ponytail, and looks quite focused on what she is doing.

I realize I am just spraying water everywhere at the drinking fountain, so I decide to work out something other than my eyes and cock in the weight section. I have to walk past where she is to get there, and I momentarily look at her out of the corner of my eye as I do. She’s focused on something else, but my eyes caught her toned, flat stomach and moderately large breasts, which weren’t sagging the way those on many women her age did. Her face was all MILF, older, sexy and smart. I had to snap myself out of it as I almost walked into a trash can. I moved to the other side of the gym to begin my bench press routine. I was facing away from her, but the wall was covered in mirrors, so I could check her out between sets from across the gym.

After one set, I was disappointed to noticed she wasn’t there anymore. Looking around, my heart skipped to see that she was walking over to the squat rack next to me!

She came in to the power rack next to me and began setting things up to do some squats. I pretended to be stretching or something on my back on the bench, but I stole a few glances at her legs/ass when she was leaning away from me, and could feel my pole tenting my pants a little. Down, boy! I thought to myself, as she set up the barbell with some weights and started doing squats. She was wearing tight leggings, and an athletic bra that showed off her toned stomach and lower back. I could also tell her upper back and shoulders were quite built. I was a little self conscious of myself now, based on how much I was lifting, but figured she wasn’t paying attention to me anyways, so I continued with my routine.

I was checking my phone between sets, when a voice broke my concentration. “Excuse me; may I take one of these?” I looked up, and this iron Venus was in front of me gesturing at the 45 lb plates. “I need more weight for deadlifts,” she explained.

“Sure, go for it,” I replied nonchalantly, although I knew I was gazing intently at her whole body. Few people do deadlifts, and hardly any 40-something women I knew. From the looks of things, she was about to hit 315 lbs; no small feat.

I watched as she casino şirketleri set the weights and got into position, hinging at the hips to reach the bar, with her back straight and shoulder blades back. In one fast motion she pulled the bar off the ground and locked out, then lowered the barbell back to the ground with a clang. She did a few reps like this, and I could tell she was pushing pretty hard. When she let go, she turned to me and breathlessly said “I didn’t realize I was going to have an audience…”

“Ha, yeah, I guess I am pretty impressed, that was good,” I explained. For a moment, my eyes locked with hers, and I had to appreciate how pretty they were. They had a deep brown color, and her lightly tanned skin just glowed sexy.

“Thanks,” she said with a smile, before breaking our gaze.

“I’m Mark,” I said, offering my hand.

“Jen,” she said, shaking mine. Her grip was firm, but my skin tingled where it touched hers.

“You’re not doing too bad yourself,” she said, gesturing at my bar.

“Yeah,” I replied, realizing that I was pumped myself. I wondered if she noticed the definition in my upper body. I figured that a woman like this must be married to some kind of bulky firefighter or whatever, but I didn’t see a ring.

It was time for me to rack all my weights, and she was done as well. We both went about our tasks separately, setting all the plates back on their pegs.

“Do you prefer to work out alone? A lot of guys seem to work out together,” she said after she finished.

“I guess I always have, but I wouldn’t mind some company.”

“Well, our schedules seem to match on at least this day; why don’t I give you my number?”

I couldn’t believe what I was hearing, but I pulled out my phone and we exchanged ‘hey’ texts so we would have each other’s number.

“Catch you later!” She said and walked off with a youthful step.

I headed back to the locker room to shower. It’s a good thing it wasn’t too busy, because I took my time jacking off the moment I got in, imagining Jen’s tight body in the shower beside me. Imagining her naked with soapy water running down her curves somewhere in the women’s locker room sent me over the edge, causing me to spray a huge load all over the shower. Well, that was enough cardio for one day… I finished my shower and headed home. I knew from that moment, I had to have her.

I didn’t hear from her right away, but we worked out together occasionally. I learned that she was divorced, worked as a physical therapist, and had a daughter who was in college. This last part intrigued me; was mother like daughter? I probably would never meet her as she was out of state.

I found that I enjoyed having someone to work out with, even if I got occasional weird looks from guys at the gym. They probably thought I was weird for working out with my “mom,” thought my “mom” was hot, or were jealous that I was with this hot cougar. Either way, Jen seemed to not notice or care. I managed to avoid walking around with a boner all the time, mostly by jerking off before working out. Most of the time, I would jerk off directly after as well.

One day, on a whim, I took a post-workout selfie with my shirt off and sent it to her, with a message about ‘progress’ or ‘goals.’ I immediately thought it was kind of douchey, but she responded back with a pic of her own, obviously with her top casino firmaları still on.

“Looking good!” I said.

“Not bad yourself” I felt my dick twitch a little.

Well, that was enough sexual escalation for one day; I had to go “relax” myself in the shower.

Later that evening, while I was contemplating how to move my interactions with Jen in a more sexual direction, she provided the answer. My phone buzzed, and I saw the message “Thanks for motivating me these past 2 months,” followed by a full-body front and back shot of her flexing… in a bikini. Damn this woman was hot. She had an ass and thighs that looked like they could kick me into next week, and her upper back, neck, and shoulders were all very muscular. She had more defined arms than many men, and her lower back and stomach were toned. Her breasts were fighting the sag that most women her age succumb to, thanks to the chest workouts she does.

I wasn’t going to let this opportunity go to waste, so I changed into some spandex briefs, and sent similar pictures back at her. I’m sure my boner was showing through.

“Ow ow, I hope my daughter meets a boy like you!”

“thx”

“How are you single?”

“How are YOU single?” I shot back. I thought it was witty banter, but her response was delayed.

“Haha, I’m flattered. I guess I have you?”

“You can have me whenever you want ;)” The innuendo was intentional.

“What are you doing right now?”

Actually, I was stroking myself while looking at her pics.

“Nothing”

“There is a bar near the gym, unless you’re afraid of the carbs ;)”

“You know I’m not that serious about my diet”

“Yeah, that’s why you’re fat! Jk”

“haha, I’ll see you in a bit.”

I got dressed into some classy-but-casual pants and a polo, and got in the car. The bar was in a sort of micro-downtown, so I parked about a block away and walked to the bar. Jen was standing by the front when I got there. She looked much more casual than our usual interaction, with her hair down and wearing a sun dress. The dress showed off her toned arms, and showed a decent amount of cleavage in the front. The skirt ended around her knees. It was more conservative than many of younger women in the bar were wearing, but I though she looked pretty.

“Shall we?” She gestured at the door. I nodded, and we went in. I saw the dress formed a V in her back, which both showed off some of her muscular upper back, and I saw that she wasn’t wearing a bra. I ogled at her derriere as she walked into the bar. It was a little slow that evening, so we grabbed drinks and came back outside. The bar had a patio with sofas and tables. Lucky for me, we were able to find a loveseat all to ourselves – very cozy.

It was so refreshing to be able to spend time with Jen for no other reason than to be together. As we talked, I realized I wasn’t just attracted to her physically; I was actually crushing on her. I hadn’t felt this good being with anyone for a long time. It was great to be able to open up to each other beyond the typical “gym talk” that we were used to.

Before I knew it, we were being kicked out and it was 1 AM. Despite the time, I wasn’t remotely tired. Standing outside the front of the bar in the warm night air, Jen looked at me and said “Walk me home.” I nodded. She took my arm and leaned into me as we walked. Suddenly, it seemed güvenilir casino as if I had nothing to talk about, so we walked most of the way in silence.

We got to her house and walked up onto the porch. She rummaged through her purse for keys and put them into the lock, and cracked the door. She turned to look me in the eyes. “Tonight has been wonderful.”

“Yes it has”

“Why don’t you come inside for a sec?” I nodded.

She opened the door and stepped inside, leading me by the hand. The moment I was in, she closed the door and kicked off her shoes.

She threw her arms around my neck, and we kissed passionately. I felt like a man who had been without water, and now I was going to quench my thirst with here. My hands pulled her body into mine, and one pressed the back of her neck. We made out like it was some kind of movie.

I reached lower down her back with my other hand, and squeezed her super-firm ass. She squirmed a little when I did this, grinding against my crotch. Her hands ran down my chest, to the edge of my polo, and tugged urgently. I put my arms up and she pretty much ripped my shirt off. We kept making out, with her hands exploring all over my chest, back and neck, while I ran my hands through her hair and over her back.

I tilted my head down to kiss her neck, and she dug her nails into my back. I got more daring with my hands, bunching up her skirt with my hands and feeling her bare ass cheeks. Feeling up further, I found she wasn’t wearing any panties. This almost put me over the edge and I had to restrain myself. I pulled the fabric of her skirt up further, to which she responded by putting her arms over her head and allowed me to fully pull the dress off her body. We came back together and I lost myself in the arms of this muscular vixen.

I moved my hands to her face as she reached for my belt and undid the buckle. Her hands worked my zipper down, and then slid my pants down over my hips. I stepped out and kicked them away behind me. She bit her lip and ran her hand over my crotch, pushing me toward the wall with the other. As I leaned against the wall, she pulled my boxers down and my cock sprung out. I stepped out of my boxers, and she leaned into me, stroking my cock with one hand, from the base, to the balls, to the tip. Her touch was luxurious. We kept kissing as she worked on me. I was worried I would let loose in her hands, and maybe she was too because she said “I want you inside of me,” then bit my earlobe.

I turned her around to push her against the wall, and lifted her with my hands under her ass. Pushing her against the wall, I lowered her dripping pussy onto my throbbing cock, and she wrapped her legs around me. Now I was free to pound her against the wall to my satisfaction, which I did.

She arched her neck and closed her eyes as I continued to kiss her neck. She vocalized her pleasure, moaning and letting out the occasional “fuck, yes” as I tried to hold myself back and last as long as possible. Fortunately for me, she must have been as horny as I was, because before long she was digging at my back and crying out, sending me over the edge. I unloaded inside her, as she screamed my name and pulled me against her.

We both were dripping with sweat as we caught our breath and looked into each other’s eyes.

I pulled out of her, and she led me down the hall to her bedroom. We fell into bed together and spooned for a while.

She giggled.

“What?” I asked.

“I think you and I should make tomorrow a cardio day in bed,” she laughed. We both laughed at that.

“That sounds much better than on a treadmill,” I mumbled, and drifted off to sleep.

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