Shelley had just returned home from a long day at the office. Pointless meetings filled up her day and she was contemplating grabbing a slice of vanilla sponge cream cake and just zoning out whilst watching reruns of Sex and the city.
However, summer was coming up and she was working hard on her summer bikini body. She just recently turned thirty but still had the body of a twenty year old although it did take a bit more effort than before - she smiled to herself.
"Man up Shelley -you can have some cream cake as reward post workout" she mouthed to herself and marched to her closet.
Shelley tied her shoulder length blonde hair into a high pony. She slipped into her yoga pants, sports bra en threw on a loose Nike t-shirt. She took a quick glance in the mirror.
"Ass for days" she said to herself. She loved how her yoga pants accentuate her curves and admitted she loved the glances she was getting from the other gym-goers whenever she would bend over or work the treadmill.
It was pretty late when Shelley arrived at the gym. Most of the crowd was starting to dwindle out. Luckily the gym was open 24 hours and Shelley loved that she had the freedom to hit the gym whenever the urge took her.
Shelley decided to do the circuit and started on the treadmill. As she was building up speed she had the feeling as if someone was staring at her when a voice behind her suddenly said "fit little thing like you doesn't really need to jog that fast".
Shelley was used to lame pick up lines and being checked out by the crowd. It's not like she didn't sneak a peak at some of the guys bums every now and again. That was part of the motivation of going to gym for her. Always fun to ogle some of the sweaty muscled men!
"Why - you scared you can't keep up" she snapped back. Shelley turned around and stared into a mountain of a man.
She reckoned he was about five years younger than her. She could immediately tell he spent way too much time picking up weights at the gym...and girls!
"Baby - I've got enough stamina to keep going all night long" the mountain replied whilst checking out Shelley ass.
"I normally keep going for a full weekend" she shot back and gave him a naughty smile.
Fran was getting a kick checking out this perky blonde. He was used to getting his way with woman but it was not often they mouthed-off so much to him. He had always been smooth when it came to chatting up the fairer sex. Having a big frame and filling it out with as much bulk as possible also helped - he was sure all woman had a thing for macho men.
"Girl - I am more than man enough to handle you. How about we go for a coffee post workout?"
Shelley looked Fran up and down. She wasn't all that in to gym freaks but he had a boyish charm that she found appealing.
"How about you go bench something and you let me finish working out".
She suddenly had a mental flash of Fran picking her up in his strong arms in the gym shower and plowing his cock into her!
Shelley could feel her nipples were staring to stiffen and press into her sport bra - her little knobs would have been clearly visible was it not for her loose t-shirt.
"If you impress me enough - you might be pumping more than just iron tonight" she joked. Shelley was herself a little surprised at how corny and bold her last taunt was.
Fran got a big smile on his face: "challenge accepted" and he went straight over to the bench press.
Shelley could feel a little moistness starting to build in her crotch. She had been feeling particularly horny the last while. Nevertheless she spun around and headed over to the next machine on the circuit. She had another mental flash of Fran bending her over in the locker room and entering her from behind.
The mental images were really starting to get her aroused. "Slow down babe" - she thought to herself. But she was sneaking a peak of Fran every now and again. His bulging muscles were starting to form a layer of sweat and she had to admit he was putting on quite a show to keep her attention and it was a show she liked.
Shelley was making her way through the circuit and started doing squats. "Son of a bitch" she exclaimed! She had a huge cramp in her calf and quickly fell to the floor to try and stretch it out.
"Let me help you rub it out" a voice above her said.
Shelley didn't usually let strange men rub her but she was cramping badly and the good samaritan was very soft on the eyes.
"Please do" she said as her calf tightened again. The stranger immediately went to work. He definitely knew what he was doing. The cramp quickly started to loosen.
"I am Dan by the way" the stranger said. "Shelley" she replied while sizing up her medic.
Dan was around the same age as she was. He was not nearly as beefed up as Fran and had a more athletic build like a tennis player. She had seen him before instructing some cycling and aerobic classes.
Dan was enjoying massaging Shelley. Whilst lying on her back, her shirt had lifted a little and exposed her belly button. He admired her flat stomach. He was sure he spotted a little bit of a wet patch between her legs. Dan was sure it was not sweat and credited it to his magic hands!
