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The Health Club

By: macfar



There comes a time in a man’s 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, “What I used to do all night long, now takes me all night to do.”

At 55 years old, recently divorced and frustrated with my life, I was determined not to fall prey to Father Time. That’s 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 won’t bore you with the details, except to say that on a scale of  1 to 100, I scored a 2. If this wasn’t 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 men’s locker room. With my butt dragging, I tried to sneak past, to no avail.

 “Excuse me, Sir. My name is Lisa. Jeff had to leave early so he asked if I would visit with you.”  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. “Sir, we will be closing in about 30 minutes, so if you could just take a minute to…,” she continued.

Her hair was ebony black and cropped short to her head. If this woman wasn’t a dyke, she was missing a good opportunity. Her mannerisms were manly, to say the least.
“Hon,” I interrupted. (Old men can get by with calling young women Hon.)  “This may have been a huge mistake, and if it’s alright with you, I think I’ll just hit the showers.” 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 wasn’t 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 couldn’t 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. “Sir, we really need to visit,” 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. “I certainly hope you don’t plan on giving up,” she continued.

“This is the men’s locker room, you’re not supposed to be in here.” I panicked, not having anything to cover up my nakedness.

“Don’t get excited, it’s 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. Don’t you want to be healthy?”

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 wasn’t 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. “Of course I want to be healthy, but this program that Jeff the Giant has me on will kill me first,” I said. “Now if you would be my trainer and take steam bathes with me every night, I might reconsider.”

She was quick to respond. “I will be your trainer, if that’s what it takes. But don’t get your hopes up, I usually prefer my companions a little more feminine.” My suspicions were confirmed. She continued, “And when I choose male companionship, they have to be fit and trim.”  So I was dealing with a switch hitter. “If you work hard to get in shape, you never know. Maybe we can work something out,” she said. 
“And the steam bathes?”, I asked. 

“Maybe as long as it’s just us, if you will commit to at least 60 days of the program,” she said.

“Lisa, you have a deal,” I responded. “But how about a sneak preview of what I am working toward?”

“Sure,” she said. “I can see there is nothing wrong with that part of your body.” 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. “There’s more where that came from, if you stick with it,” 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. “Glad to see you again,” she said. “Are you ready for a good workout tonight.”

“Probably not ready, but at least willing,” 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 couldn’t 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 can’t 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 wasn’t 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. “It doesn’t do any good if you don’t complete the reps,” she insisted. “If you’re not going to give me 100% the deal’s off.” It didn’t take me long to weigh that choice. “Ok,” I said. “But I could use a little encouragement, if you know what I mean.” I winked at Lisa and she smiled. She didn’t 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. “Now give me twelve,” she ordered. Make no mistake, I didn’t 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, “Great job tonight! I’ll make rounds and see who’s still her, then join you in the steam room if I can.” She walked away adjusting the crotch of her suit.

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 wasn’t coming, when the door opened and she appeared. She was as nude as I was and was quick to explain. “I’ve locked up. We have the place to ourselves.” Once again she sat across from me, her small firm boobs glistening from the steam. “Ok, rule number 1…no physical contact. You have yet to earn that privilege. Rule number 2…I have reset the timer to 10 minutes. When the timer goes off, we are done. Any questions?”

“Just one…do you do requests?”, I asked.

“Not tonight, but keep working hard and, who knows,” 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 didn’t 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.

“This might be harder for me than for you,” she said, smiling. Then she left me alone in the steam room, cock in hand and totally unsatisfied.

The next night was aerobic workout…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. “Waste a little extra time tonight so I can make sure the place is empty. When you hear the page that the club is closed, you’ll know I’m on my way. I think we both need to finish what we started last night.”

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 wasn’t long before I heard the page and I didn’t 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. “I’m really pleased at how hard you’re working,” she said. “But 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.”

“Sorry,” I said, laughing. “You 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.”

“Touché,” she said. “Just don’t be so blatant about it. You’ll get me fired.”

“Why the towel tonight? Are you getting bashful?”, I asked.

“Nothing bashful about me,” she said. “I just don’t want you to leave any cum on the floor.”

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.

“I hope you follow through with your fitness plan. Jacking off is not my first choice for satisfaction. You’ll make me feel a lot better about this if you jack off with me.”
I didn’t need the invitation, my hand was already stroking. Lisa’s 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 didn’t 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 didn’t 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 didn’t say a word, just watched me finish in silence. I used the towel to clean myself and my mess up. 

Lisa broke the silence. “I think we’re 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 that’s not very professional. Still a deal is a deal and I will live up to my end if you do.”

I thought a few seconds before I responded. “Lisa, 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, I’m going to let you off the hook. I won’t hold you to the deal and I will continue to work out and get healthy.”

Lisa’s face puckered slightly as though she might cry, the she smiled a beautiful smile and said, “Thanks, but if it’s alright with you, I think I’ll stick it out a little longer. See you tomorrow.”

The next night was back to the weights. But it wasn’t 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, “It’s time to stretch out before we hit the showers.”  We walked the short distance to the mats in silence. “You go ahead and start your stretches while I make sure everything is secure,” 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. “What’s this all about?”, I asked. “I’m sure you weren’t wearing those before.” 

“No I wasn’t,” she admitted. “But as soon as I started teasing tonight, I saw how excited you got watching my covered pussy. I didn’t really plan any of this. And I don’t know why I started teasing so bad. But I do know that it has gotten me hotter than a three-peckered billy goat. I was hoping you would like to watch me stretch in these.”

“Are you kidding me? That is about the sexiest thing I have ever seen,” I gasped. The bright green of her panties was the perfect contrast to her black hair and tanned skin. What material there was to the panties was mostly transparent, and I could see her cunt hair and the crack of her pussy through them. Lisa smiled as she lay on her back and arched her back high, supporting her body on just her hands and feet. Her green covered pussy loomed above the rest of the body and I saw moisture building at the crotch. The silky cloth was so tight, it was hard to differentiate between skin and material, excepting the green color. Her lips and clit strained against the outer skin of cloth and the panties disappeared into her ass crack. She held her position so I could get as good a view as possible. I walked in front of her so I could look directly between her legs. My sweats bulged with an aching hardon, and the spot of wetness on her panties grew as I watched. Lisa finally lowered her trim body and turned around, facing the wall mirrors. With knees straight, she bent so far over that she smiled at me through her legs. Her short hair hung from her head like a spike hair do. Her legs were spread and her bulging pussy seemed to reach for me. Lisa’s eyes were locked on mine as she reached through her legs and gently rubbed her clit through the panties. Unconsciously I rubbed my cock through the sweats.
From that position, Lisa lay down on her side, grabbed her ankle and pulled her straight leg up to more that 90 degrees to her horizontal body. The strain of the material was too much and the elastic of the legs snapped into her pussy crack. Her full lips were now visible as she held the pose. Only a thin line of green could be seen from her clit down. She didn’t bother to adjust the suit but continued her stretches. By the time she was finished, I was ready to cum in y sweats, and I told her so.

“Lisa you have me ready to shoot my load right here and now.”

“Shit, I know what you mean,” Lisa said. “I’m damn sure ready myself. Hurry up, let’s go to the locker room.”

The women’s was the closest, so that’s where we went. At the first row of lockers Lisa pulled up one of the small round dressing stools. “Get you clothes off,” she said. “I want to see you cum.”

We were both nude in seconds and Lisa sat on the stool, leaning back against the row of lockers. Her legs were spread wide and her juices glistened on her spread pussy.

“Cum on my pussy,” she ordered. “But no touching.”

As ordered, I started jacking my cock only inches above her open cunt. Her index finger abused her erect clit and she started to cum just as my first shot splashed against her spread lips. She was unaware of how much cum was running down her cunt. She was gone in a world of self pleasure. I was only inches away and couldn’t ram my cock home.


The Health Club



That night in bed, I came to the conclusion that Lisa was afraid of a man’s touch. Maybe she had been abused as a child, or even as an adult. I knew she wanted to please me, but I had a hunch she wanted much more than that. I may have been over weight and out of shape, but I hadn’t lost my cunning. I knew if I could gain her confidence, I would have some seriously good fucking.  I promised my self to work on it over the next 60 days. After all, a deal was a deal.



The Health Club



FREE MEMBERSHIP

Once upon a time, in a suburb far, far away....

Dave couldn’t believe he was doing this. Would this work? Would they laugh at him? Or worse would he get arrested? Could you arrest someone for a proposition? With his stomach in knots he walked into the health club.

This was not just a health club. It was a nudists club, health club; swimming pool all rolled into one. Dave was not the sharpest tool in the shed, and he was low on cash, so he had devised this plan to get him a free membership at the club.

‘Hi’, Dave said, as he met the receptionist.

‘Hello, how can I help you?’, the receptionist smiled. She was a cute blond maybe 19? 20? It seemed as if they had sprayed her uniform on. A real tight shirt hugging those marvelous breasts. And wow, make no mistake; there were two fine nipples just barely recognizable under the material. There were perfectly placed.

Dave snapped back into reality. ‘Ahh, I am interested in becoming a member here’.

With an ear to ear smile the receptionist looked him over, and said, ‘Great, have a seat over there and the next available person will give you a tour of the complex..’ Dave sat down and read some of the magazines on the table. It was your typical waiting room, magazines on the coffee table surrounded by to plush couches.

Five minutes later, some old guy came out of the back; the receptionist pointed to Dave and said something. Dave’s heart sank. ‘Dammit’ he thought. Just my luck. Ohh well, fuck this. Dave was about to leave when, the old guy said ‘ Na, I’m going on break right now. Barbara should be here any minute. She can give him the tour’.

Almost on cue, a lady walked into the club. The receptionist said, ’Speak of the devil’

‘Hi Guys’, Barbara said. She was a middle-aged woman, just your typical looking suburban lady. She was, large boned, but not fat. Not ugly but not hot either. Although, she did have a sensuous quality about her. And in fact Dave began to notice that she had a fairly impressive rack, but she was hiding it under her business attire.

Barbara punched in and talked with the receptionist for a bit. Then she walked over to Dave and smiled. ‘Hi, my name is Barbara. I’ll be showing you around’.

And with that they were off down the hall. They made small talk as she showed him the health club, basketball, racket ball, tennis courts etc. It was a top notch facility. Then as they made there way to the lounge Dave was shocked. There were naked and semi-naked people everywhere. However, one thing that struck Dave as odd was that half of the ladies had some type of clothes on but most of the men were nude. Penises, testicals and pubic hair on display. But it seemed ‘normal’. It was weird. 

A nude couple went briskly walking by. They exchanged hellos with Barbara and walked on, with breasts and balls bouncing as they did. The man’s penis although semi-erect was small. It didn’t seem to bother him though. They just walked on by. The lady was a little bit over weight but had huge sloppy jugs. Dave loved the way they swayed and jiggled when she walked. Such nice big nipples....

Dave must have been staring a little bit too much.

‘Ah em’ Barbara cleared her throat looking at Dave rather sternly. ‘Is this your first time being at a naturalist health club?’

Dave responded, ‘Ahh yes, it’s all a little new to me. But I’ve always had an interest in ...’ Barbara interrupted him, ‘And how old are you? Are you sure that you can afford this place? It is very expensive!’

‘Nailed’, Dave thought. He was only a nineteen-year-old college student, with very little money. ‘I’m 19, and I can pay, don’t worry about that,’ Dave assured her.

Suspicious, Barbara continued the tour. The weight room, outdoor volleyball courts etc. This place is great Dave thought. It has everything, it’s close to his house and my god some of the women walking around here were hot as hell.

‘Ok, next on the agenda, the locker room and sauna, pool etc.’, Barbara continued,’ We have a community locker room setting. Both men and women can change here. People are allowed to be clothes free here as long as they would like. Infact that is the rule everywhere except for the weight room. You must have clothes on in the weight room. However, there are separate booths if someone feels uncomfortable changing in front on someone else. We try to create a family atmosphere here, where everyone can feel comfortable’. As Barbara carried on Dave looked around the room. There was a group of teen-age girls giggling putting on their clothes. They stopped giggling as a man came in to his locker. Sweating from his work out he stripped his shirt off. Shoes and socks followed. The girls acted non-chalauntly, but it was obvious that they were enjoying looking at this man getting naked a few feet from them. They felt safe in this environment, they were clothed, they outnumbered him and besides this was in the health club, it was no big deal. Down went the bvd’s and his cock sprang out. The girls started giggling again, the guy’s face turned red as he walked by them on his way to the shower stalls. His beer gut spilling out and his tiny cock on display. 2 inches barely comin out of the mangled nest of hair.

‘Like I said we try to create a friendly safe, atmosphere,’ Barbara continued. ‘We have community showers, but we also have private stalls also. Although the private stalls are reserved for women only. The men must use the community areas. Here is the steam room, sauna and finally the pool.’

As they continued on, Dave couldn’t believe his eyes. It opened up to an outdoor vista with a huge pool. People were sunbathing everywhere. Oiled naked bodies glistening in the sun. Dave caught the eye of the lifeguard. Naked except for her Red hat, whistle and bikini bottom she looked at him with sly interest almost flirting. She was perfect, large full breasts, a tapered waist and a bottom that flared out in perfect curves. 

Her lifeguard friend was a guy about 18. Really cut, not an ounce of fat on him. Naked except for his red hat and whistle he stood guard over the pool. Hi cock on display, balls hanging low in the noon day sun. It seemed like in this sea of average humanity, these two lifeguards really stood out. They were almost like ornaments on display. Two perfect specimens of tight hard bodies, yet amply endowed. 

As Barbara continued her spiel about the pool’s ph and Olympic size and the whirlpools etc, Dave noticed that the men around the pool lustfully looked at the baywatch looking lifeguard girl. Was it his imagination, the women seemed to, behind their sunglasses, be ogling the young male lifeguard. Most of the men in the club were old overweight and had shriveled penises. This lifeguard stood proudly, his penis a thick limp 4 inches.

Having seen the pool, Barbara and Dave made their way back to the front offices. ‘So how did you like it’, Barbara asked.

‘Great! This is perfect. It’s really close to my house, it has all of the facilities that I need, and it is the type of atmosphere I am looking for.’

Sitting back down in Barbara's office she pulled out some forms for Dave to fill out.

‘Okay, then we offer several different packages’ Barbara gave her sales pitch. Dave was sunk. No way could he pay the 1000 joining fee and 40 a month fees. ‘So how do you intend to pay? Credit card?’

Dave’s stomach was in knots. He was hoping for someone not like Barbara. He wanted, some horny old ugly broad that was a little bit sleazy. But Barbara was so classy. She was all business, but she still had sort of a mom look to her. And she did radiate a joy from her. Although she was in her late 40s she still have something. And she intimidated him. Maybe it was her piecing blue eyes, or maybe it was her huge rack.. But regardless, this is what he came here to do. What the hell. Try it he thought.

‘Actually, I can’t pay that way but I think I have a proposition for you, I think I can..’ ‘What?’, Barbara said in a loud angry tone. ‘I wasted all this time showing you...’. Dave took some initiative and interrupted her. ‘PLEASE! Let me explain’ Temporarily pacified, Barbara relented. ‘Ok explain!’ she said.

‘Okay. I think I have a way to increase you club’s member ship by....well by a lot!. If I could do this for you could I have a free membership here?’

Barbara was amused. She knew this guy was full of crap the minute he came into the place. But she thought he was cute, so she played along this whole time. ‘Okay and just how do you propose to do that?’

‘Well’ Dave said in a hushed toned, kind of embarrassed, sitting forward getting closer to her he said, ‘If you increase your female membership, the men will follow.’

‘I agree’, said Barbara, ‘But how do you plan to increase the female membership? Do you think just because you are young and handsome that women will flock to this place just to be close to you?’, Barbara mocked him.

‘Look, I saw those lifeguards and the hot receptionist that you have. In fact ALL of the employees here are really good looking.’ he said looking her over. (she picked up on the subtle complement, Dave had some breathing room now, he maneuvered for the kill). ‘It seems to me that this place invests in getting employees that help to make the club more enjoyable for it’s members. I know it’s a family orientated club but having some eye candy never hurt anyone.’

Dave had her cornered. She new it was true. Barbara’s mind drifted back to when she interviewed the male lifeguard. ............... .......‘Your qualifications are excellent Mike. And I’m glad that you are so eager to begin. Are you sure that you will be comfortable with your uniform and your expectations?‘, Barbara exclaimed with a raised eyebrow.

‘Yes’, Mike answered.

‘Are you sure? Your uniform will consists ONLY of a red baseball cap and a whistle?’, Barbara’s voice was a mix of genuine concern (she like the boy and didn’t want to see him taking advantage of), and also of lust (she really wanted to see this young man naked!). During the interview she couldn’t help but notice, his cute face, chiseled body, and the impressive bulge in his shorts.

Mike gulped,’ I thought I would have trunks on? The other lifeguard had a bikini bottom on?’

Hiding a smile Barbara said, ‘Look Ms. Anderson owns this place and that is her policy. Not mine. This is a clothing optional facility. We encourage people to lose those chains that bind them and relax and have fun. All of our employees must be comfortable with their own bodies, so that they lead by example. Are you okay with that? It’s part of the job.’

Sheepishly Mike said. ‘Aahh, ok’

‘Great!‘, Triumphantly Barbara continued, ‘Well, before it’s official we need to see how you look and act in your uniform’. God she loved her job. She took out a red cap and whistle from the shelves in the back. ‘Here try them on’

Mike took the hat and put it on and smiled and said, ’ it fits’

Barbara, ‘Excellent! But that is not what I mean. I need to see how you will look out on the pool deck. And then we need to begin your training.’

‘Training?’

‘Yes training, then if you pass you will be hired. Good pay, health care and free access to the club in your off hours. It is a great opportunity for you. Now stop dilly dallying and get out of those clothes.’

Barbara sat back in here chair. Mike pulled of his shirt. ‘Nice’ Barbara thought to herself. She admired his abdominals, flexing pecs and biceps. Shoes, socks, and shorts being removed. Ummm she was loving this. Ha, she thought as he turned his back to remove his underwear. How quaint. Oohh, nice butt she thought, as it came into view. Not an once of fat and not hairy like the Neanderthals around the club. She admired his backside. He looked like he was sculpted. what legs! powerful and everything was just right. 

‘Excellent Mike. Very good so far. But, turn around please’

He tried to cover his manhood with his hands. Not an easy thing to do. He had a lot to hide.

‘Don’t forget your hat and whistle’

‘Ohh ya’

His cock came into full view as he put on the cap and whistle. Then he again tried in vain to cover it.

‘Okay, arms at your side please’, Barbara said, standing up walking over to get a closer inspection. With her hand on his waist she circled him. ‘Very nice. .’

Under her burning gaze his cock began to grow. ‘Oooh my’, Barbara exclaimed as her eyes widened in response to the spectacle.

They both watched as it stiffened. What had been a limp four-inch cock a moment ago with folds of skin on the shaft was now on the move. As it became thicker and longer, the folds of skin beginning to disappear to just a smooth surface, Barbara's eyes fastened on his swelling cock, and she exclaimed, ‘Michael‘?

As Barbara surveyed his now brazen erection, she estimated it to be about 7 inches of thick cock meat. She loved how it arched out at a 45-degree angle. She marveled at how hard he could get without any physical stimulation. Her husband was such high maintenance.

‘Oohh jeez I'm sorry’ Mike said embarrassed as all hell with this fully clothed lady (now his boss) looking at him naked with a full boner.

With her hand still on his hip, and her eyes going from his penis to his eyes and back to his penis she cooed, ‘Oooooh, don’t worry about it. This topic comes up (her eyes twinkled at the pun) every so often. As long as we are on the subject, this is our policy on erections here at the club. If you have a semi erection that is fine. In fact the women will love you for it.’ she winked at him. ’But anything more then that and you will be expected to ‘go on break’ for a few minutes to ‘remedy’ the situation. I must warn you that somehow...word has gotten out about our policy and you may have an unsavory lady or two follow you to try to sneak a peek. This is totally against club rules!! (some rules are never enforced she thought to herself with a smile) They may joke about it. Ask you where you are going. Maybe even be brazen enough to ask if you need a hand.

Now remember Mike, ‘You are supposed to not only be a lifeguard but also to be an ambassador of good will. Even if a lady is not following the club rules, and is ogling (to emphasize she paused for a few seconds, and looked right at his cock and stared, tilting her head from side to side, and sort of licking her lips) you, you must remain pleasant. You are NOT a gigolo. You will NOT have relations with the members. However, if you get cornered by a woman or two in some private area of the club. Perhaps a steam room or they ask you for help in one of the private shower stalls reserved for women for example... well then you can use some indiscretion. If they touch you, (and to emphasize Barbara put a warm hand on Mike’s back and her other on his flat stomach) be pleasant, be confident. Joke with them. (Barbara’s hands now traveling. felt his butt and the front of his thighs.)

Looking like a frightened squirrel Mike said, ‘ Can, they touch my ah...’

‘Penis!’, Barbara thundered, ‘Your cock, your balls. Ooh yes they can, and you will let them’. To add emphasis her hand which had been stroking his thighs and grabbed his shaft. She gave it a few tugs then fondled his balls. Rolling them in her fingers. She admired their weightiness. Eyes still glued on his cock, she smiled and started stroking his cock very slowly. ‘Now if it is some really ugly old lady doing this to you, give her a second or two of fondling, before you pleasantly make up some excuse and have to get back to work or something. But if you like them you can show some more leniency.’

Barbara’s hand continued the work on the now engorged penis. She looked up from that big cock to Mike’s eyes. She smiled,’You must like me, you are allowing me a lot of time’. Barbara couldn’t believe herself she was out of control she had never been so unprofessional. But what the hell she thought. She sank down to her knees and put that big head in her mouth. Her hot wet mouth suckled that big head like a lolly pop. She would then run her mouth and tongue along the shaft then she would always return to the big head. Sucking for all she was worth. She made a lot of sucking and slurping noises, coating his cock with her saliva. She would pucker her lips and kiss the head and then let it into her mouth, which gratefully sucked on the head.

She loved the taste. With her mouth full of cock she took in a deep breath through her nose. She loved the smell and the taste. Oohh she was loving this. Not one to ever neglect a mans balls she pulled his big cock out of her mouth and started licking his big balls. All the while her hands were stroking the big cock furiously.

‘I’m going to come,’ Mike whispered.

Gaining a bit of sanity Barbara regained her composure. ‘Great, although it’s against are club rules. Things should never get that far but just incase they do you have two choices. The first is very rare and only happens if the lady is adamant about doing it. You may cum in her mouth. The second is you must take out a towel.’ Barbara took out towel and told him what to do. ‘Get on your knees about the towel and jack off. Make sure that none of the cum misses the towel, unless of course your capable of shooting past the towel. That is always a welcome site. Well now, don’t be shy. Stroke it!

Mike’s hand wrapped around his cock and started jacking off furiously. He closed his eyes and bit his lip as he felt the cum welling up in his sack. He was startled when he heard and saw the flash of the Polaroid camera.

‘Don’t worry’, cajoled Barbara ‘This is for Ms. Anderson’s private file. She likes to have our employees on file for her own personal use. Don’t worry they will not be made public. Now come on lets go. You are a lifeguard. Pretend you have only 2 more minutes on break. You need to get rid of that big hulking erection. We can’t have you by the pool with that big cock erect can we? Stroke it. Stroke it. Ooh ya.’

What a site. Mike was on his knees before Barbara's watchful gaze naked stroking his cock. With Barbara quietly chanting ‘Stroke it! Stroke that big cock! Squirt! Let me see it squirt!

‘Oohh!’ gasped Barbara.

The first stream fired out of his cock head. It made her pussy so wet. Gosh look at that thing shoot she thought. Jet after jet followed. Long streams of cum flying from that big virile cock and....

..... ............................

‘Barbara? Barbara?’ Dave asked. 

‘Ahh yes, sorry, I was just thinking. Please continue’, sputtered Barbara., all hot and bothered.

‘Like I was saying, I know it’s a family orientated club but having some eye candy never hurt anyone. Maybe even those employees flirt a little with the club patrons. It’s just good business. Nothing wrong with that. Just a smile here or there. But ultimately they will see through that. What you need is someone who can be undercover and that is me. I will make the ladies happy and they will bring their friends and you will get more business. And all I ask in return is a free membership to your club. What do you think?’

Silence

‘I admit my interest is peaked. But ultimately I can’t just give away a membership. And do you really have what it takes to be this ‘draw’ you claim you will be?’

Dave felt encouraged, this might work after all. This conversation was moving to his ace in the hole, his strength. He was hoping that under this proper middle aged exterior was a horny woman. At least someone who wouldn’t get angry and throw him out. Now or never he thought.

‘What is the biggest penis you have ever seen in this club’, Dave asked looking her in the eye, searching her.

The question startled Barbara for a second. In fact she was so enamored with this young man she didn’t even think to censure herself. Her thoughts wandered to the time she measured Mikes cock.. ‘7 and a half inches’, she blurted out. She turned red.

‘Well. I know I’m not the best looking guy, but I think I can be a ‘draw’ for this place because...Well because I am quite large down there. way beyond 7 and a half inches.’




The Health Club Ch. 02



Dave was a little bit nervous, anxious and excited as he drove to the Health Club. He was embarrassed about what he had to do to get the membership, but he didn't have any money, so he did just what he had too. Oh well he thought. It worked. He was in. 

Pulling into the parking lot he couldn't help but notice how normal it all was. At least from the outside, it was just a private health club in a well to do Californian suburb. The facility was quite impressive they had everything and more then a normal high end health club would have. Swimming pool, weight room, indoor track, tennis, racquetball, basketball courts. Amenities such as Sauna, steam rooms, masseuse, hot tubs, tv's, lounge area, juice bar, the works!

However, this wasn't your typical health club. This health club was different. It was a nudist health club. Except for the weight room, people went about the place naked. Like most nudist facilities it wasn't overtly sexual, infact this was more family oriented. If there was any sexual tension or interest it was officially discouraged and hush hushed. Although it's a fine line between keeping club members in line and keeping club members. You can't have too many rules or it pisses people off.

Smiling at the warm looking receptionist Dave gave her his card. Doing his best not to look at her perky nipples on her 18 year old-ish frame, he looked her in the eye. When she smiled and gave the card back, he snuck a glance. And those tits were NICE! The subtle glance didn't get past the hot receptionist. But it didn't bother her though. In fact she was young and in great shape, she was proud of her body. She wanted guys to look at her nice young, firm breasts. But she just didn't like it when the creepy guys leered. That was uncomfortable. But a nice quick glance or too was a compliment she thought. And besides she was admiring his backside as he walked down the hall. Nice ass she thought. He must be new, she hadn't seen him before.

Dave felt like he was walking on air. Kind of like when you are in a dream and you know it's a dream. But this was no dream. This was fucking real! Then the realization hit him that, in a few minutes, he was going to take his clothes off, in front of strangers. Sure he had been in locker rooms before and stuff and that was no big deal. It wasn't sexual at all. It was just a bunch of dudes. But here at this club there were women! The locker rooms were mixed, he remembered fondly from the tour of the club Barbara had given him. Walking down the hall, he could here the people playing racquetball, at the end of the hall was the lounge area. The wall on the far end of the lounge area had large windows in it that looked out on the pool area. He could see naked people out there frolicking in the pool. From the lounge you could go left or right. Either way took you to a locker room. Originally, this club was built as a regular health club, so it had 2 locker rooms. But now the locker rooms were just locker room A and locker room B, not men's and women's.

Dave went left to Locker room B. Taking a deep breath he walked in. Turning the 2 corners on the entranceway he was presented with a sink and mirror area. A middle aged couple were there combing there hair and what not. Gross he thought. Old people. He hoped he never looked like that when he got old. The rolls of fat disgusted him. But then again he thought it was cool that they were cool with it. And it gave him confidence too. If that fat ass old dude with a tiny prick and that old grandma with tits down to her waist can take off their clothes, why should he be afraid too?

Actually he wasn't really 'afraid' of it. He was more excited about it. He wanted women to look at him. But still he had never done this before so he was a little nervous. 

He walked past and went down a few aisles of lockers, he took the 3rd aisle and was glad he did. He saw a wonderful pair of large breasts being put into a bra. The lady was definitely a MILF. Older but still hot. She had her little thong on, as she was getting dress. Pulling his eyes from her tits, Dave looked at how nice her ass looked. 

She caught him staring. She would have been a little bit perturbed about the stare, but this guy was young and he was cute! She would give him a break. Her frown melted into a sly smile as they said a polite hello to each other.

Dave opened the locker, took a deep breath as he sat down on the bench and started to take off his shoes. He really wanted to look over at the lady again, but he couldn't. He was moving slowly because he was chickening out of this whole thing. He was hoping that she would finish dressing by the time he got down to his boxers. Now having finished with his shoes and socks he stood up and took off his shirt. 

Breaking the silence, 'Are you new here?' the lady asked.

With his shirt collar stuck on his head, as he struggled to get the shirt over his head, Dave swivel, 'aahh ya'. And with that he finally pulled off his shirt. Now it was his turn to feel a little bit squeamish as he saw her eyes go back up from his upper body to his eyes.

'I thought so. I didn't think I had, aahhh,' her eyes dropped back down and feasted on his muscular torso, chest and arms, 'seen you here before'.

He did not answer. He was curt with her, hoping that she would leave. He noticed that, she was dressed now. He took his time with his belt. He went very slow, stalling as best as he could. She was dressed now, she would surely leave. He heard her grab her purse and start walking towards him. 

He started to take his pants down leaving his boxers on.

She stopped mid stride. 'You look familiar, do I know your parents?'

'No, I doubt it. We just moved here', Dave lied hoping she would go away. He had less covering now as he stepped out of his pants. It was obvious even through the boxers that there was something large beneath them. It danced around as he was getting free of his pants.

'Oh, well then, welcome to the town and everything!'

'Thanks'

'And I think you'll love this club. You look like you work out alot. The weight room is awesome. I'm sure you will like it.'

This lady was a chatterbox he thought to himself. From her elegant appearance, glasses and all she looked like an innocent librarian mom type. There was nothing 'sexual' about this, she was just striking up a conversation, right? He thought to himself. Or was she just making up shit as an excuse to stand there and watch him undress? 

'Are you going swimming?' In a defeated tone, he replied, 'Yes'

'Ooh, I think you'll like the pool.' she continued in her perky mom tone. 'It's magnificent.'

She had been rambling on for the past 40 seconds as he stood there in only his boxers. She had to know that if she didn't leave soon she would see him naked. Well she obviously isn't going anywhere soon he thought. Might as well get it over with. Feeling light headed, he didn't have the courage to look at her, so looking at his clothes in his locker he started to slide his boxers down his hips.

'And the hot tubs are great too. But the pool is the best, it's really big, it's Olympic sized...', her voice trailed off as Dave slowly pulled his boxers down bringing into view first his public hair then, a wide shaft that seemed to go on forever as he pulled his shorts down. Finally the large head of his penis came into full as he finished getting out of his boxers.

Dave now standing there without a stitch of clothing on, completely naked, looked over at her, and saw that her jaw and dropped, her mouth was open slightly, and she was staring wide eyed at his flaccid penis! She didn't even try to hide where she was looking!

He turned and faced her acting like this was no big deal, a completely normal situation. Although his face was flush red. 'Ah, sorry what was that you said?....Err aahhh, About the pool?' he said.

Her eyes still glued to his fully exposed penis, taking in the site of what it looked like from the frontal view she managed to say. 'Oohh ya, the pool...It's ahhh, Olympic sized.. It's ahh...' with one hand nervously playing with her hair, almost out of breath, in an exasperated she said, 'It's ahh...real big'. She brought her eyes to his for a moment before once again dropping them to his penis. She did it against her will, she couldn't help but stare. It's immense size demanded it. 

She couldn't help but notice that although Dave's penis was completely limp, it was still an impressive, thick 5 and a half inches. His balls we just as large. They were almost the size of 2 tennis balls hanging there. But what really caught her attention was the innumerable folds of skin on the shaft and the large pink mushroom head at the end. He was hung like a horse! She wondered to herself, 'good god! how big can that thing get?'

Suddenly Dave felt empowered. He was tempted to say something really cheesy like, 'so do you like big pools or small pools?' as some double entandra. But instead, he decided to play it cool and still standing naked in front of her he acted like he was getting things or moving things around in his locker, giving her time to look him over. He could almost feel her eyes over him. He felt the blood beginning to flow to his cock as it began to lengthen. To keep her there he said, 'So do you swim alot here?' he said still pretending, to be fumbling for his lock for his locker.

'ooh ya, I love to swim' her eyes feasted on his body. She was enjoying the profile as much as the front on view. What an incredible body she thought! Flat stomach, muscular body, and not an ounce of fat. But fat where he should be. Where it counts. Hummpgh she thought, if she wasn't married she would..ooh my she thought! It's getting bigger! She had never seen a cock that big before even when it was hard, but his was still limp! Although that was beginning to change in front of her eyes.

From here profile view, unabashed she watched as Dave's dick expanded to 6 inches, 7, onward to about 8 inches. His cock looked enormous. He finally found his lock and closed up his locker. 

'Well, then maybe I'll see you around', Dave smiled.

Turning to leave, he heard. 'Wait, I'm sorry I didn't get your name?' smiling as she said it.

'Dave'

'Andrea', she said extending her hand to shake his, and as she did she took one last look at the huge piece of meat between his legs. 'And if you would like someone to show you around the club sometime, I'd be more then happy to.' More like show you off to the club she thought to herself. The images of the size of his dick was burnt in her brain. She masturbated furiously when she got home. When her husband came home she practically molested him. But it was Dave she was thinking about. Stroking his cock. Sucking it. Licking it. Putting in her pussy nice and slow.

'Thank you Andrea, I would like that very much. See ya later'

All smiles she said, 'See ya', in that perky mom tone that drove him wild.

Walking away, Dave took a few deep breaths and tried to think about something like politics or baseball to take away his semi hard on. But it didn't work, he kept on thinking about Andrea, and how she looked at him, and everything they said. Needless to say his cock now at 8 and a half inches and it swung from side to side as he walked through the locker room to the showers. He could almost feel the eyes on him. It didn't matter how old or young they were, everyone in the locker room seemed to sneak a peek. Although no one was nearly as forthright about as Andrea was. In fact, other then the quick glance, people seemed to go out of the way not to notice it. Maybe it was all in his head, and maybe most people didn't really care. Maybe the eyes he felt on his exposed penis were just his imagination.

He felt a little bit ashamed and wanted to get to the showers as fast as he could so he could take a cold, cold shower. He was relived when he got to the door. Opening it he found a spacious hallway. This was the dry off area. To his right were a few doors to some steam rooms. On his left were the gang showers, farther down the hall were the individual showers. He remembered during the tour that Barbara took him on she that men were supposed to use the gang showers and that the individual showers were reserved for ladies.

No one else was in the gang, showers. Phew! he thought. Hanging up his towel, he walked buck naked into the empty shower room. He enjoyed having it all to himself. Turning on the water he moved it to cold. It was really cold. His heart started racing but the cold water worked and got him back down to his flaccid 5 and a half inches. Thank god for cold showers he thought.

Just then he heard the door from the locker room open. He heard Barbara's voice, 'And the next stop on the tour is the steam rooms and showers.'

'On the right our the steam rooms. Each room is a different temperature, we have medium, warm, hot, and very hot!'

There were mumbles of approvement from the group. And from their voices, it sounded like a female group! Dave swallowed hard and continued with his shower, except he turned to the face the shower head now, hopefully they would just see his back side and walk on past the gang showers.

'And on our left are the gang showers. These are open to everyone, however, there are private stalls for females only. But it's your choice.' Barbara said as she walked to the opening and looked into the gang shower area.

'Oohh Hi Dave!', Barbara thundered! Her eyes lit up a bit. 'How are you doing? How do you like the club so far?'

Dave's heart sank. He got his head out of the water spray from the shower as best as he could without turning around. Kind of turning his head and looking over his shoulder he said, 'Ahh Hi, doing fine. I ahh'. Dave tried to reply but he saw Barbara mouthing what look like the words, 'turn around' 'turn...around' as she playfully mouthed the words she even gave a subtle turn of her wrist signaling him to turn around. She had her back to the group, so they saw none of that. Barbara was very subtle.

Dave managed to say, 'Ya I love the club so far.' His stomach was in knots. 

Barbara walked to the other edge of the opening to the showers so that the group of fully clothed ladies could get a look in. 

But they seemed modest, they didn't want to look in as someone was showering.

Barbara noticed there discomfort and said, 'Don't be shy lady's. Take a good look at the shower facilities we have here. Dave won't mind.' To add emphasis she peek her head around the corner, 'Will you Dave?'

With his hair lathered up in shampoo he turned only his head and swiveled his shoulders around and said, 'no problem'. He saw the first 3 line up in the door way and look in. They were trying not to make it obvious that they were stealing glances at his muscular backside. They seemed to be looking around, everywhere but at him, or at least they tried to make it look like that.

Dave get playing back the vision of Barbara just a few seconds ago mouthing the words 'turn around...tuuuurn arooound!' She wanted him to expose himself to these ladies?

Dave liked the idea, it excited him. But fantasies are one thing, to do something for real is something quite different. But he screwed up his courage and said to himself, 'what the hell' and he turned around. In the quick moment that he had to scan there expressions he saw there eyes light up and drop right to his shlong. But he didn't want to frighten them off, so he acted like they weren't there and put his head under the shower head and closed is eyes and rinsed his hair. The ladies could see his eyes were closed so they had free reign. And they took advantage of it. 

It felt surreal. Dave had to remind himself where he was and what was happening. It felt like a dream. But it wasn't, this was real, this was actually happening.

Under the interested gazes of the ladies, the cool water rinsed his hair. As he ran his hands through his hair the soap suds ran down his naked body. He never felt so alive. He felt there eyes on him. It was exhilarating to be showering completely nude in front of these fully clothed women. He squinted his eyes and looked out and yup. They were still looking. And the others in back of them seemed to be trying to jockey for position to look in. 

It was too much for him. He felt his cock again begin to grow uncontrollably. But he didn't care. He could have turned around, but he thought, hey, they have seen the showers. He knew the showers weren't why they stayed there. Let them look he thought. It secretly turned him on to let these ladies see his dick getting hard.

With his hair done he grabbed some soap and started soaping up his upper body. The movement caused his dick to flap around a bit. And as it did it continued to lengthen and thickin.

'Ladies, ahem, let the others have a look in at the shower facilities please'.

They were red faced, but they reluctantly moved to let others up front. They all took one last look at the naked Adonis in the shower who was hung like a horse. And not only that his cock was starting to balloon to massive proportions.

The next set of ladies looked in. One even let out an audible gasp. Seeing nine inches of limp dick must have caught her by surprise. Another said, 'Oh my!'

Dave acted like they weren't even there, although he loved sneaking peaks at them. He just continued to work the soap to a lather on his chest and stomach. And then his lower stomach and upper thighs and hips.

Barbara was droning on and on about the facilties, showers steam rooms, when they were open, how often they were maintained. It wasn't obvious she was stalling, but she was, she was making sure all the ladies got a real good look.

And look they did, the ladies seemed to lose their modesty they had before, and they just ogled now. There was no mistaking that all of their eyes were glued to the very impressive, very large cock that was exposed for them in all it's glory. They watched him finish lathering up his body. His lower stomach and legs. There was a bit of silence then, almost as if everyone was waiting to see if he would soap up his penis. After all, it was a shower and getting clean is the whole point of it, right?

What the hell he thought. And he grabbed some more soap and with one hand he held his pole out of the way and with the other hand he very quickly soap up his huge balls. With that done he soaped up his shaft. It felt incredible as he wrapped his hands around his dick and 'cleaned it'. Or more precisely he stroked his cock a few times. All of this being done in full view of the shocked, but very attentive ladies. But he didn't want to push this too far. His cock was now starting to lose whatever limpness it had. It was now a swollen 10 inches hanging there, and it was beginning to rise. So he gave it just another quick tug or two, then he turned around into the shower and rinsed.

'So if no one has any questions why don't we move on to the pool area,' Barbara concluded.

Barbara lead the stunned group out to the pool area. Dave was shaking, maybe it was just the cold water he was being pelted with and had been for the past 5 minutes as he was showering when the tour was in there. Or maybe he was shaking from excitement. He tried not to think about it. He needed to get rid of his erection. He thought about jacking off in the shower, but then thought better of it. That would surely get him kicked out. So he thought about baseball. That worked. He figured he would hide out in the steam room and let the tour go through before he went out to the pool area.

Later on Dave went swimming although compared to what all had happened before it was pretty uneventful. He just swam laps and relaxed in the hot tub. He was beat so he went home.

Usually Barbara would get 1 maybe 2 potential members from a tour, but this time all 8 of them signed up! One even said to Barbara, when the other ladies weren't there, when she was filling out the paperwork to join 'Ya know Barbara you guys have a great a facility and ahh, I was really impressed with your shower facilities,' she smiled. It was the smile that women give one another when they are talking in code and they know what they really mean.




The Health Club Ch. 2



The following night Lisa was stand-offish. And I had never seen her dress so conservatively. Instead of her usual one-piece suit, she wore a baggy sweatshirt and matching shorts. Beneath the shorts she had on a pair of silver metallic tights. Aside from my imagination and memories, there was no way to really appreciate what a fine body she had. “Are you mad about something,” I asked. “No,” she snapped. “Let’s just do the workout.”  Usually Lisa didn’t do all the same exercises and machines to the extent she made me work, but this night she worked hard beside me, as she corrected and supervised my procedure. Several times during the session I asked why she was obviously upset. She simply refused to answer. By the time the session was complete we were both drenched in sweat. When we got to the stretching mats I got more forceful. “Lisa. This has gone far enough. What is wrong? Please talk to me,” I pleaded.

“Not here,” she said. And without completing her stretches she rose and walked in a direction opposite the locker rooms. I followed her quick pace down a hallway and up a flight of stairs where we came to the small rooms of the resident masseuse. We were finally alone.

“You’re right,” she started. “This has gone far enough. I don’t feel comfortable with what we have been doing.”

“Do you want quit,” I asked disappointed.

“No, that’s the problem. I’m loving it, “she said. “But it just isn’t …. I don’t know. I’m really confused.  To begin with, I am not a lesbian. I just let guys believe that because I don’t like them chasing me around all the time.” Tears came to Lisa’s eyes as she continued. “And what’s more, I have never been with a man. All these feelings I have been having are all new to me. They make me feel like a common tramp. But the worst thing of all is, I like it. I like making you excited. I like showing off my body to you. I want to have sex with you. You don’t scare me like other men do. I guess you could say I was a late bloomer. Boys weren’t interested in me in school and I wasn’t interested in them. That’s probably how the lesbian thing got started. But now I don’t know what to do.”

I took Lisa in my arms and gave her a fatherly hug. She sobbed gently against my shoulder. “Lisa, it’s alright,” I consoled. “These feelings you are having are perfectly normal. You shouldn’t feel bad or guilty because you find yourself aroused. Surely you have friends that talk about sex. I am sure they aren’t embarrassed about getting turned on. I am flattered that you find me desirable, but I certainly won’t force anything you don’t want. If we stop today, I will be disappointed, but I will survive. And some day you will find someone closer to your own age that you will be sexually attracted to. It really is okay.”

As Lisa pulled away, she had a faint smile. “Thanks,” she said. “I was afraid you would hate me.”

“Hate you,” I laughed. “Hon, you have given this old man more pleasure than he deserves.”

“Then you think it’s OK for us to progress a little at a time?”, she asked.

“I think it’s a wonderful idea,” I responded. “But let’s make a pact. I don’t want you to give yourself to me completely until I am trimmed down and in decent shape.” I don’tknow where my mind was. I could have had her there and then. But I was afraid that once we made love, the excitement would wane, and I was having a ball the way things were.

“You’ve got a deal,” Lisa said with a full grin. “Can I share something else with you? You really do make me feel shameless.”

“You can share anything you want, but remember our pact,” I said.

“No, I meant things I have been thinking about,” she said.

“Share away, Little One,” I offered as I sat on the massage table.

“I have imagined us fucking on the exercise machines, like the leg push, or the squat machine, or even the rowing machine. Now you do think I’m a tramp,” Lisa said, her face reddening. 

“I think I better start working out twice a day to get in shape,” I laughed. Lisa’s controlled demeanor was back and I could tell the wheels were turning.

“Do you like panties?”, she asked out of the blue. “I thought you might from the way you watch my crotch all the time.”

“I love panties,” I said.

Lisa continued, “Maybe I’ll start wearing loose shorts with panties underneath. Would you like that?” 

“That would be marvelous,” I answered. My cock was starting to swell thinking of the possibilities.

“I just had a great idea,” she said. “I’ll be back in a minute. You strip down and get ready for the massage of your life.”  

Lisa returned several minutes later. I assumed she had arranged for our privacy. It didn’t take me long to notice the silver tights were missing. I wondered what she wore beneath the shorts. 
The massage oil had a mint aroma and tingled on my skin. She poured the warm oil all over my naked back and started a hard muscle massage. Her hands were more gentle as she kneaded my ass cheeks. And she was not bashful in rubbing the oil down the crack of my ass and over my anus. She didn’t linger at my ass hole, but I wanted her to. She finished with my legs and feet, wiped off the oil with a soft towel and turned me over. It was my turn to be embarrassed. My cock stood tall and waved at Lisa. Lisa giggled and only said, “That’s nice.” She massaged everything but my privates in her usual professional manner. Then she faced my cock. She applied even more oil and started rubbing it all over. “I have never seen a man this close, let alone touched one,” Lisa said softly. “If I do something wrong, just tell me.”  She lifted my balls in her oily hands and softly stroked my throbbing cock. Both hands worked in unison and I was approaching orgasm. One greasy hand would slide completely over the head of my dick while the other stroked the shaft. It was a perfect fist fuck, with just the right pressures at just the right time. When I announced I was cumming, Lisa became intent. She leaned over my cock as the rhythm and pressure increased. The first shot of cum exploded from the head of my cock and ran down the back of Lisa’s hand. The rest gathered around her pumping fingers. She knew just when to quit and proceeded in silence to clean the cum and oil from my body. 

“That was pretty greedy of me,” I said when I caught my breath. “You couldn’t have gotten much enjoyment out of that.”

“Oh contraire,” she perked. “I found that very arousing.”  Lisa promptly removed her baggy shorts and thrust her hips forward for my viewing. She was nude from the waist down and the lower half of her pussy, along with the upper parts of both thighs were gleaming with her juices. My desire to reach out and touch her drenched cunt was immense. The possibility ended when Lisa said, “Maybe another time you can return the favor.” She put her shorts back on and said, “I’ll see you at the front door after you have showered.”  She left me still naked on the massage table. 

I skipped the steam bath and quickly showered, wondering if there might be any possibility of taking Lisa home with me. A virgin…I had been teased and taunted by a virgin… a virgin who wanted to fuck me!!   Lisa was waiting, keys in hand, at the front door. We both stepped through the door and she locked up behind us. She read my mind. “Don’t even ask because I probably wouldn’t say no. Just go home and think of me taking care of  business on my own. Better yet, think about me pleasuring myself on the way home. Her hand slipped up the leg of her shorts and I could only imagine what she felt.

That night I jacked off, my mind wavering between the sight of Lisa’s wetness and the thought of actually fucking a virgin. That would be a first for me. 

The next several nights were are a blur in my mind. I remember glimpses of pink panties, then red ones, then flowered ones. I remember seeing wet spots on bright colored panties. I remember laughing and giggling while Lisa intentionally teased the shit out of me. I remember Lisa whispering to me how she would play with her pussy when she went home. I remember trying to hide my hard on when I went from one machine to the next.

I remember Lisa asking me if I would eventually teach her about oral sex. What I remember the most is the time on the stretching mats, watching her pretty pantied pussy strain and twist and ache to release itself from the silky bonds of her clothing. I remember jacking off one night on my way home, not able to wait even those few minutes. I remember everything, but it all intermingles in my mind to the point that I can’t pinpoint any single event. What was very plain was that I was getting in shape. I had dropped 15 pounds and had increased my performance at the club dramatically. Lisa inspired me. 

Finally one night, after finishing the stretches, I told Lisa, “I have a request. I would like to make you cum.” Lisa was very quiet for a while. After a long pause she said, “That would be good, but the club will be in use late tonight, some sort of handball tournament. Shower up and meet me outside in the parking lot. We’ll discuss it.”  We met in the lot about 15 minutes after normal closing time. Lisa was very business-like. She treated my request like it was just another training session, taking charge as usual. “By the time I change and get to your place it will be ten o’clock. Is that OK?”

“You don’t know where I live,” I said.

“Yes I do. I have been by it may times in the night, debating whether to give you a surprise visit, but always chickening out,” she said. “See you about ten.” Lisa walked off into the darkness, leaving me speechless once again.

I hurried home, scrambling to pick up the messy house. Fortunately since the divorce I only lived in a couple of the rooms of the big house. I brushed my teeth and applied a touch of Old Spice. I was nervous as hell. Promptly at ten, Lisa pulled into the drive. I opened the front door and walked down the sidewalk to meet her. This was a Lisa I hadn’t seen before. Her white short-sleeved blouse and short plaid skirt made her look very young. Her hair was slicked back with the wet-head look and she wore simple white tennis shoes. I led her by the hand into the house, my heart racing. The house is a split-level, built into the side of a hill. The main entrance is on the level of the upper bedrooms and bathes. Down a flight of stairs is a large living room, flanked by a kitchen and master bedroom/bath. On the way down the stairs Lisa said, “You’re still about 10 pounds away from your target weight, but if you ask me to make love tonight I will probably say yes.”

I hate those kind of dilemmas. It put my word as a gentleman at stake. “Let’s just see what happens,” I said. I offered Lisa something to drink, and she accepted a glass of iced tea. She followed me to the kitchen. “You have a beautiful home. Your wife was crazy to have left it,” she said. “Thanks,” I said “Feel free to look around.”  Lisa disappeared while I fixed us both a cold drink, and when I walked back into the living room, she was standing in front of my big screen TV. “I watch dirty movies once in a while. They have been my only form of sex education. Maybe we can watch one sometime,” she said nonchalantly. “Mi casa es su casa,” I responded. “I have some if that’s what you want.”

She didn’t respond, but turned to face me. She lifted her short skirt to reveal very pale blue panties that clung to her pussy like a second skin. The material was so tight and so transparent that if it wasn’t for the darker blue elastic borders and the sheen of the silk, I wouldn’t have known she was wearing anything. She looked down at her panties as she said, “Do you like these? I picked them up at Wal-Mart on the way here. It was kind of funny trying to get them on in the car in the parking lot.” She giggled at herself. My semi-hard cock went to full mast. “Let’s sit down,” I said. “I need to visit with you.”

Lisa slipped her shoes off and sat on the over-stuffed sofa at one end, leaning back against the arm and raising one foot to the seat cushion. Her pussy was blatantly visible. I lit some candles on the coffee table and turned the lights down. She was absolutely striking in the light. I sat at the other end of the couch, some six or so feet away. “Please put your foot down, I can’t concentrate,” I started. Lisa obeyed without comment. I continued, “Lisa, you know that I adore you, but I want you to be very, very sure of what you are doing. I don’t want you to someday regret not saving all these things for someone you meet in the future. Now I’m ready, willing and able to do whatever you want, but you have to be sure.”  I was serious, but Lisa just laughed. Then she turned to me and got very serious. She said, “I have never been more sure about anything in my life. You came into my life accidentally and have changed it forever. I want you so bad it hurts. And I would do anything in the world you asked me to. I trust you. You can make love to me or just fuck me. I will jack off for you or jack you off. All you have to do is ask. Hell, you don’t even have to ask. Just do what you want with me.”  She put her leg back up on the cushion and slid her hips toward me until only her head remained on the arm of the sofa. “Did I tell you how wet I got shopping for panties,” she asked as her hands began unbuttoning her blouse. She wore no bra and her breasts rose and fell with her increasingly heavy breathing. She sat up long enough to take the blouse off completely, then lay back down. She hooked her thumbs in the waistband of her panties and began to raise her hips to remove them. “Please leave them on,” I said.  She lowered her hips back to the couch and put both hands on her breasts. She played with her titties slowly and gently, rolling her nipples between her fingers. Eventually one hand dropped to her panties and she began to rub her clit through the drum-tight silk. With eyes closed and head reclined she said, “Feel free to jump in any time.” I watched Lisa masturbate for a few minutes, then placed my fingertips lightly on top of hers as they slowly played with her clit. Her motion stopped briefly, then, began again with my prompting. Her hips moved to the rhythm of her fingers. I bent both of her knees up and spread them apart. The crotch of her panties was drenched in her liquid excitement. The material did not absorb the moisture, but rather allowed it to pass through, glistening in the candlelight. The wetness took on an iridescence on the panties that it didn’t have on the tan skin of Lisa’s thighs. I lightly touched the panties and pulled my finger back. Tendrils of the thick juice followed my finger back, finally separating and disappearing back to its source. I stopped Lisa long enough to remove the wet panties and threw them aside. She resumed her position and finger motion instantly, seemingly happy to be free of the restriction. Her single finger began to do what I had seen her do before, that is, dip beneath her virgin lips and return to her clit repeatedly. I touched the wetness of her inner thighs and played my fingers to her outer lips. Her juices had flown past her anus and I touched her there. Her response was to increase the speed in which she masturbated. I allowed my finger to move upward until it reached her pussy hole. I carefully pushed my finger inside, her own finger touching mine as she played. I am not sure what I expected, but there was no restrictions, no virgin blockage to penetrate. My finger went past the first knuckle easily. I began to slowly pump my finger in and out of her pussy. It was so tight that I could feel the walls of her cunt contract against my finger. Yet, the juices made the motion so easy. I pushed one finger all the way in, then, caught Lisa’s hand on her down stroke and prompted her to put her finger inside with mine. The feeling was wonderful as her finger slid inside her cunt next to mine. She picked up my cue perfectly and together we finger fucked her tight pussy. Just her finger and mine, no more. The time would come for more at a later date. I wanted to climb on top of her and feel that tightness and wetness on my cock, but that was yet premature. My cock was aching and I knew that I would cum with the slightest stimulation. I whispered to Lisa, “I want you to use something other than your finger on your clit.”  

“I can’t reach it with my tongue. I’ve tried,” she said seriously. That certainly primed my imagination for future events. I envisioned her in a contortionist’s position lapping at her own pussy. I pulled my sweats down to my knees and knelt between her legs. She raised her head to watch me place my cock on her spread pussy. “Are you going to fuck me now?”, she asked, her voice quivering. “No, Hon. But I am going to make you cum with my cock. And I am going to cum all over your pussy just like the other night,” I said. I pumped my hips so that the head of my cock rubbed Lisa’s clit, and stroked the shaft of my cock up and down her wet slit, spreading her lips wide and flattening them aside. In seconds we were both ready to cum and I pumped hard and fast against her humping mound. My balls slapped against her pussy and I could feel the transfer of her rich juices. 

She started just before I did and I relished her abandon. She squealed with delight as I ground my cock against her. My cum splashed up to her belly button, then trailed down to her short cunt hair on the subsequent squirts. When both our cums were complete, I sat back on the couch. “I wanted you to fuck me,” she said. “And I wanted to, but it’s not time yet,” I responded. We both relaxed for a minute without moving. Then Lisa sat up next to me on the couch. “Let’s watch a little TV,” she said as she pulled her legs up under her and cuddled next to me. My resistance was thinning and I wasn’t sure how much longer I could hold back from fucking that sweet, tight virgin pussy. 

“Have you really tried to lick your own pussy?”, I asked, laughing.

Lisa laughed too then said, “I really have, but I just can’t quite get there. Wanna see me try?”

“Maybe in a little bit, let’s rest for a while.”

I was soon to find out just how flexible and athletic Lisa really was.



The Health Club Ch. 3



Lisa and I sat for about an hour watching some nonsensical movie. She was cuddled up next to me and I had my arm around her. There was no conversation, just nice closeness. We were both naked and I could feel the warmth of her body against mine. Finally bored with the TV, I let my hand drop from her shoulder to her firm breast. She responded by touching my cock. The escalation was natural. The more I played, the more she played, until my cock was rock hard. I didn’t want to cum this was, without giving Lisa complete pleasure, but the timing and opportunity were perfect to introduce her to oral sex.

“Would you still like to learn about pleasing a man with your mouth?”, I asked.

“I would love to,” she said. And without any instructions Lisa dropped her head to my lap. The girl was a natural. She had watched way too many skin flicks. She put the head of my cock in her mouth and sucked hard, then forced her lips down the shaft, not losing the suction. I could feel her tongue work in circles and knew there would be no instructions from me. I watched the back of her head go up and down on my prick, as though it was all in slow motion replay. Lisa turned and lay on her belly, her cute little ass lit by the candles. She spread her legs when my hand touched her ass. My middle finger found her clit while my thumb pressed lightly against her ass hole. I was careful to not penetrate her ass, but applied just enough pressure to be on the verge of penetration. She loved it, and I could tell she was confused as to whether she wanted to push her ass toward my thumb or her pussy toward my finger. Aside from her dilemma, I was getting close to cumming. “Slow down there, Hon. You’re going to make me cum,” I said. 

She looked up at me with a smile. “Isn’t that the general idea here?”, she said.

“Well yes,” I said. “But not all cocksuckers let you cum in their mouth.”

Lisa burst into laughter, her head falling back to my lap. Still laughing she said, “But I want to taste your cum. Maybe I won’t like it, but I want to try it at least once.”

“It’s OK by me, but sit up here for a minute first, let’s not make things happen too soon.”

“We can make things happen over and over again,” she responded.

That was hard to argue with, so I said, “Good point, go for it.”  Lisa had my cock back in her mouth in seconds and I resumed my playing with her ass and clit. With her ass grinding up and down and her head bobbing in my lap, I lost all control. I started to cum and inadvertently applied a little too much pressure with my thumb. It popped through the barrier of her sphincter muscles and Lisa’s ass cheeks clenched. At the same time her head lunged downward on my cock. I felt the back of her throat as my cum shot in her mouth. Lisa kept pumping and sucking until I held her head still. She rose quickly and ran for the bathroom. I was afraid she was going to be sick and I followed her in. She leaned over the sink and spit out my used cum. She spit several more times while I tried to hide a giggle. “It doesn’t taste bad, but I couldn’t bring myself to swallow it. Sorry,” she said.

“Nothing to be sorry for. That was the best I have ever had,” I told her honestly.

We laughed as we returned to the living room. 

“I don’t believe that you actually tried to lick your own pussy,” I said, hoping she would offer to try. “Tell you what, you show me how you tried and I will take over where you fail. Would you like me to lick your pussy?”

“Are you kidding? I’ve jacked off imagining you eating me,” she said. Lisa laid on her back on the floor and effortlessly pulled her legs up, hooking them behind her shoulders. It was the most erotic thing I have ever seen. She was looking directly into her own spread pussy. Her tiny ass hole was puckered and displayed for my pleasure. Bending her head and sticking her tongue out, Lisa was only a couple of inches away from actually tonguing her own pussy. It was absolutely indescribable. She looked up at me and said, “If you could pick me up and lean me against the wall, I might get a little closer.”

I was totally speechless. I couldn’t believe this was really possible. I propped Lisa’s contorted body against the edge of the couch, and the new position got her head even closer to her pussy. “If you put a little pressure to the back of my head I think I can do it,” Lisa mumbled, still trying to get there on her own. I gently pushed the back of her head downward and witnessed the most remarkable example of self-gratification anyone will ever see. Lisa was actually licking her own pussy! She licked one time then said, “I think my cum tastes better than yours.” Then she resumed licking at her clit. She moaned at her own teasing and all I could do was watch in wonder. This was what wet dreams were made of. I released the pressure from the back of her head and she quickly chastised me, “I’m not done yet. I want to cum!”

“OK, but let me taste it too,” I responded. I knelt before Lisa’s folded body. I could actually kiss Lisa on the mouth while my chin rested on her gaping pussy. I lowered my kisses to her pussy and tasted that sweet virgin cum. I probed her gaping hole with my tongue and licked her tender ass hole. I was so enthralled with my own pleasure of eating Lisa’s pussy, that I ignored the fact that she was cumming. She pulled my face hard to her crotch and actually cut off my breath while she ground my face against her pussy. I finished her off and sat back to admire the view. “Some day I will fuck you in that position,” I said. Lisa smiled and said, “You could do it now if you want.”  I could only shake my head no as I rose to my feet. Lisa unwound herself and stood next to me. “Then what are we going to do about this,” she asked as she grabbed my throbbing cock.

“Why don’t you figure that out,” I said.

Lisa responded, “If you leave it up to me, I will have that baby in my pussy before you can blink.”

“No, not yet. Believe me, when the time comes, you won’t be sorry for the wait,” I said.

“OK, then I have a surprise for you,” Lisa piped. “Be back in a second.”  Before I could ask what was going on, she slipped on her shorts and blouse and headed out the door. She returned shortly with a Wal-Mart shopping bag. She brought the bag to the coffee table, spread the candles farther apart and dumped the contents of the bag between them. There were 6 or 7 pairs of different panties. “These are what I was shopping for when I got all wet,” she said. “I love sexy panties and have always gotten a little wet when I put them on. But since you have come into my life, and knowing how you love panties, I get wet even thinking about wearing them. How about a little fashion show?”

She didn’t give me a chance to refuse. In an instant she was nude and pulling a pair of the panties up and over her thighs. She instructed me to lie down on the floor on my back and propped my head up with a large throw pillow. She stood at my feet in the first pair of bright red bikinis. She turned slowly then proceeded to walk toward my face, straddling my body as she walked. She stood over my cock and started to slowly squat down. When the crotch of the panties hit the head of my cock, it jerked involuntarily. Her body was so agile. She slid her crotch up and down the shaft of my cock several times. Then she moved forward and squatted over my face. I lifted my head to her crotch, but she pulled away. I could see a dark stain of moisture spreading on the panties. She withdrew from my face and humped my throbbing cock some more. Then, completely out of the mood, she scurried to put on another pair of panties. The second pair was pink with lace around the leg holes and waistband. The scenario repeated itself, and the more Lisa rubbed the slick material against my cock, the closer I came to cumming. The third pair was a black thong, and when she rubbed them against me I could feel her ass cheeks grab my prick. By the time she had “demonstrated” the sixth pair, I was going crazy. I wanted, no, I needed to cum. My balls ached and it was all I could do not to grab my cock and jack off. 

She had saved the best for last. The panties were pearl white and felt like the finest silk. They weren’t as tight as the cheaper panties but they were still gorgeous. This time, instead of rubbing my cock with the panties, she sat straight down on the head. My cock actually started to penetrate her pussy, driving the smooth material inside her. The small amount of slack in the crotch of the panties forbade my cock from going inside very far, but it was far enough for me to shoot my wad. Lisa winced and pushed hard against my cumming prick. She wanted full penetration, but it was not to be. Her hand went to the front of her panties and she was able to cum before I had finished. Our cums mingled in the panties and the surplus ran down the shaft of my cock. Lisa rose from her squatting position and I could see the panties still pushed inside her. This was obviously as close as he had ever come to being fucked. “That was too close, you sneaky little shit,” I said.

“Maybe so,” she said, “but as good as that was, I can’t wait to have you completely inside me. Please fuck me now.”

It was easy for me to say no at that point. My cock had already withered and lay limp on my leg. “It’s not time yet, Hon. Just be patient. How about a snack?”

Lisa, still in her wet panties, and I walked to the kitchen. While I searched the frig,  she sat on a bar stool, her legs opening and closing, not in a provocative way, but in more of a nervous manner. I watched her fidget as I got out some cheese and crackers. “Are you OK?”, I asked.

“Oh, I guess so. I don’t know,” she quibbled. “This has been the best night of my life, but it’s like it’s not complete. You know I’m not going to be happy until we have made love.”

“Lisa, I promise you we will make love. I just don’t think it should be tonight. As good as it’s been, it’s not complete for me either. Don’t you think I would like to stick my cock in that tight little pussy of yours? Do you know how many times I have wanted to fuck you without even asking? You said you trusted me, so bear with me a little longer. OK?” 

“OK,” she conceded. “But I won’t quit trying.”

I just laughed and led her back to the living room with a plate of cheese and crackers. We munched a little and made small talk, the faint noise of the TV in the background. I was first to turn the conversation toward a more serious tone. “Lisa, tell me about your sexual experiences. I know you’re a virgin, but surely there have been times ….” I didn’t know how to finish.

“Well, let’s see,” Lisa started without hesitation. “My first experience was when I was about 9 years old. There was this teenager named Billy who used to live next door and baby-sit for me occasionally. The games he invented usually had me in a dress and generally with my panties exposed. I always wondered why he rubbed himself all the time. He followed me into the bathroom once and said he wanted to watch me pee. I didn’t know any difference and didn’t care. I’m pretty sure he jacked off in his pants while I was peeing. I didn’t really have any interests or questions about sex until I was about 13. Then I inadvertently discovered in the bath tub that rubbing my pussy was somewhat enjoyable. It wasn’t a big deal, just felt good. At 13, I still hadn’t started my period and didn’t have any hair on my pussy. I didn’t have my first orgasm until I was 17.

The whole puberty thing was disgusting for me and just seemed like a horrible inconvenience. I had better things to do, like running track and doing gymnastics. My coaches and teachers were mostly women and I never had any “crushes” on any body. But once I had my first orgasm, I was hooked. I don’t think a day went by that I didn’t make myself cum. But it was so gratifying that I never thought of involving a boy. I actually thought it was a special “gift” I had.” Lisa laughed at her own innocence. 

“But surely you knew that sex was out there and there was more to it than masturbation,” I interrupted.

“Yeh, I knew,” Lisa continued. “But I just wasn’t interested and there weren’t any boys interested enough in me to press the issue.”

“And when you masturbated, did you just rub your clit, or did you ever try to put anything in your pussy,” I asked, truly curious. 

“Oh yes,” she said with a grin. “When I was in college I had this little pen light I kept next to my bed in the dorm room. You know what I’m talking about? Just one of those little jobs that take two AAA batteries, and you twist the top to turn them on. They’re not much bigger than a fountain pen. My roommate had left school with mono so I had a room to myself for a couple of weeks. It was a Friday night with nothing to do. There was a thunderstorm going on outside, and I had just jumped out of the shower when the power went off. I stumbled my way from the bathroom to my bed, looking for the light. I found it and sat on the bed, still wet from the shower. For whatever reason, I shined the light on my pussy and was intrigued at how it looked in that little beam of light. I spread my legs and began to explore myself. I used a hand mirror from my dresser to get a better angle and found myself getting excited. I knew that I got wet when I jacked off, but I had never gotten wet without touching myself. I could see the wetness forming on my pussy so I started to masturbate. I didn’t think twice about touching myself with the light. And before I knew what was happening I was experimenting with putting the light inside me. It was really pretty cool. The light would dim, then, go completely away as the light went inside me. Then when I would pull it out, the light would reappear. It was a little uncomfortable at first, but the more I did it, the better it felt. I still have the light and I still play with it occasionally.” Lisa blushed at her confession. “Other than that there has never been anything in my pussy but your finger and mine.”

I realized at about the same time Lisa did that I had a hard on again. I could envision this pretty little girl fucking herself with a 4 inch flashlight.

“I have to pee,” Lisa announced.

“Can I watch,” I asked.

“Sure, Billy. Follow me,” Lisa said laughing.

I followed her into the bathroom and watched her sit on the stool, her still wet panties at her ankles. She kicked them aside and spread her legs wide for me to see. This woman had no inhibitions. I had never seen a woman piss before. I guess I expected a small directed stream. But her golden urine came in an uncontrolled torrent, splashing against her lips and spraying into the bowl. I found it very stimulating as Lisa leaned back when she was finished and let me see the last bit drip from her pussy lips. She cleaned herself and led me back to the couch.

I found my mind reeling. I wanted to put something in her pussy, but it couldn’t be anything of size. 

“Lisa,” I said. “I think I have a pen light in my tool box in the garage. If I can find it, do you want to play a little?”

“Sure, but I’d rather have this,” Lisa said as she wrapped her hand around my hard cock.

“Give me a minute, but don’t start without me,” I joked as I headed for the garage. The light I found was not exactly a pen light, but rather a small Mag Lite. Its overall length was about 5 inches, and ¾ of an inch in diameter. The bulb end was slightly larger. I wiped the dust and grease off and went back inside. The batteries were good and I waved the light in a circular motion as I came back down the stairs to the living room. Lisa giggled with delight.

“Wait,” she squealed. “Let me make it dark so you have to find me.”  Lisa blew out the candles and turned the TV off. I stood at the bottom of the stairs in total darkness. When I turned the light back on, Lisa was gone. I shone the beam of light around, but couldn’t find her. It was obvious that she had slipped into the master bedroom. As I walked through the door, the light found Lisa in the center of my king sized bed, leaning back against the headboard. Her knees were pulled up and spread apart and she was playing with her clit. I turned the light off and walked to the edge of the bed in darkness. I aimed the light where I thought her pussy was and turned it on. My aim was perfect. All that could be seen in the small beam of light was her pussy and working finger. “I told you not to start without me,” I said.

“Sorry,” she said. “But I had to make sure I was wet enough to play ‘Hide the Flashlight’.”

I pulled her hand away and zoomed the light toward her cunt. It was already glistening with moisture. I touched her clit with the bulb end and rubbed up and down gently. “I can feel the heat,” she said.  I angled the cylinder so that the light shone upward as I traced it down her slit. It occurred to me that if I put the light inside her, I couldn’t see, thus defeating the purpose. I turned the bathroom light on, closing the door all but a crack, and returned to the bed. In the faint light I could watch as I slowly made the bulb end of the flashlight disappear inside Lisa. Very gently I began a fucking motion with the light. Lisa was right. The effect was mesmerizing.  First there was light, then, it disappeared in folds of pink tissue. Lisa moaned with delight as I increased the depth of my strokes. I was fucking her with as much of the full length of the light as I could without losing my fingertip grip on the slick metal. Her hand returned to her clit and she brought herself to a chaotic climax. She writhed and squealed with delight as the spasms of her orgasm shot through her body.  It ended too soon and I was left with an aching hard on. Damn I wanted to fuck her.  

“Please fuck me now,” Lisa cried. “I will never be more ready. PLEASE!”  I pulled Lisa to the edge of the bed and draped her legs over to the floor. I opened the bathroom door wide, flooding the room with light. If I was going to fuck my first virgin, I wanted to see it happen. I pulled Lisa’s legs up high and spread them. Her pussy was gorgeous as I looked down at it. I placed my cock at her hole and pressed gently. The head began to disappear inside her, but the pressure was intense. I pulled back and started again. This time the head disappeared completely. Lisa moaned, “Do it all…please do it all.”

The third stroke put about 3 inches of my hard cock inside her. Then on the fourth, I pushed the full length deep into her womb. Lisa gasped and let out a long guttural groan. I pumped my cock in and out of her hot pussy. Her cunt muscles gripped at my shaft and squeezed my cock head. It was so tight and yet so slick. I felt my cum build up and punished Lisa with my final ramming thrusts. I didn’t pull my cock out when I had finished, but just stood there feeling the pressures of her cunt on my shrinking prick.

“That was worth the wait,” Lisa gasped. “Now we can start having some real fun at the Health Club.”