The following is being posted for the author by Mr Double (mrdouble@mrdouble.com)























Here's a good chunk of a story I've been working on, inspired by my
fetish for young teen girls and their taut bodies. This is pure fiction
and I do not advocate this kind of action. It also appeals to my
fetishes for body inspection and armpits. If this is not your thing,
just skip it. I have not even run this through the spell checker.


The Gym Girls Part 1/?

On his way home from work, he always walked past the back door to a
gymnastics school. Passing by the school was actually a detour for him
but it was a detour he made sure to take. He would glance into the
gym just to see the young teenage girls working out. He could not look
for very long, for fear that an instructor would see him. On occasion
he could linger a bit longer, when the girls were working out on their
own. On the days when he came by after a class had ended, he would
have to be satisfied just to inhale the aroma of the gym, spearating
out the odor of the equipment from the delicious mingle of the young
girls' sweat. Even when the girls were working out without the instructor,
he suppressed the temptation to enter the gym for fear that the instructor
would show up.

It finally occurred to him that he could use an acceptable excuse to
use on the instructor if she showed up after he entered the gym. He would
tell her that he was checking out the school for his own child. With
his courage bolstered, he approached the gym the next day. At first he
assumed that the gym was closed because the parking lot was empty. At
the very least, an instructor's car was always there. But the back
door was open. As he approached the door he could here the squeeking
of the equipment under use and the voices of teenage girls.

He peeked inside and saw three young girls practicing their routines.
There was no instructor. This was what he was waiting for. He entered
the gym. At first the girls did not notice him, so they kept working
on their routines. There were three major pieces of equipment. One
girl was on the unparallel bars. Another was on the horse, and the
third was practicing a floor routine. It was like a three ring circus
of delights as the three thin, firm girls flexed their tiny bodies.
They looked to be close in age to each other, but they all looked
less than 15 years old. As he approached the girls, he inhaled the
air of the gym deeply to smell their young, sweating bodies.

The girl on the floor mats noticed him first and immediately stopped
her routine. It took only a few seconds for the other two to see him
and they stopped as well. He had to convince them that he was in the
gym for a good reason, or they would panic. The oldest of the girls
approached him. She looked about 13 or 14 years old.

He explained that his daughter was interested in gymnastics and that
he was checking the gym out for her. The three girls were visibly
relieved to hear this which meant that they believed him. He asked
where the instructor was and he was delighted to hear that she had
gone home for the day. He asked about the girls' parents. One of
the parents was supposed to pick them up at 6:30. He glanced at
his watch. It was now 4:30. He couldn't believe his luck. If he played
his cards right, he could have two hours with these magnificent girls.

He began with some innocent questions about them and gymnastics
to keep them at ease. The youngest girl was named Heather. She was
11 years old. She had yellow blonde hair in page boy style. Her
breasts appeared to be just on the verge of development, judging
by the way they formed wide, short mounds on her chest. Her legs
were thin and muscular with her thighs only slightly bigger than
her calves. As much as he wanted to, he avoided staring at any of the
girls for long so as not to arouse suspicion.

The next girl was obviously just a little bit older, judging by
her slightly larger breasts and thicker thighs. She had very short
jet black hair and thin black eyebrows. If it were not for her breasts,
he would not know that she was a girl. She had very much a young boy's
shape as is to be expected in a girl her age. Her name was Ashley
and she was 12.

The last girl was 13 and her name was Robin. As with the other girls,
the vigorous routine of gymnastics meant that her body was very
muscular for a girl of her age. This meant, like the others, her
breasts were probably underdeveloped and were only slightly larger
than Ashley's. In fact, the main difference between the three girls
was height and thigh size. Without those clues, it would be hard to
tell their relative ages. Robin had white blonde hair in a short pony
tail. One of the things he noticed about Robin was how fair her skin
was. Her eyebrows were almost non-existent.

The other thing the girls had in common was their outfits. They were
all wearing the same white sleaveless one piece leotard. He assumed
this was given to them as part of a team or something.

He desparately wanted to be able to watch them flex their gorgeous
bodies, but they would never return to their workouts while he was
there. He decided to take a chance and try to buy his way in. He explained
how much he enjoyed gymnastics and gave them compliments on their
style. Then he offered to give each girl $10 if they would let him stay
and watch.

He expected an immediate no from them, but suprisingly they discussed
it among themselves and agreed to his offer. He guessed that to be
a gymnast meant you had to be somewhat of an exhibitionist and although
these young girls did not know what that meant, it was in fact true.
Of course, they wanted the money immediately. Good thing it was payday
for him. He took out three $10 bills and gave one to each. Only the
11 year old was impressed. They put the money into their gym bags on
the floor and went back to their routines.



















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