Chapter 4
Jordy was waiting in front of Carole's office door when she arrived at the gym the next morning.
"Good morning, Mrs. Browner," he said, handing over his job application. "Here I am, ready get to work."
"So I see, Jordy. Come on in." She sat behind her desk and looked at the application. He was twenty-two. The month before. Born two years before she married Ralph. Suddenly, she felt as old as the trees. "Sit down, Jordy. I'll just look this over and see if I have any questions."
He sat, in the usual male posture, with his legs slightly apart. Surreptitiously, she looked at his crotch. She couldn't get her mind off his cock. To her chagrin, his pants weren't tight enough to outline his prick.
"Is there anything else you want to know?" he asked innocently.
Her mind revved up, then slowed. Oh, boy, is there ever! she thought. She raised her eyes and locked her gaze with his. How big is your cock? Do you have lots of staying power? If I wanted you to, could you fuck me several times a day? More important, will you fuck me at all? Do you have anything against fucking an older woman ?
"Uh, no, Jordy, everything seems to be in order. What I'd like for you to do is patrol the gym and help anyone who appears to need it. Or wants it. Talk to the customers. Help them work out a good exercise routine. Something progressive, so they'll keep coming back. A lot of the customers are on a thirty-day trial membership. I would like for them to sign up for a regular membership. If you help them establish a good program, they probably will. Will you have any trouble with that?"
"No. Sounds simple enough to me."
"What I meant was, will you have any trouble being a salesman for the gym?"
"Oh, well, no to that too. I sort of figured that's part of what you would want me to do."
Part of what she wanted him to do. Did she detect a hidden meaning? Was her mind playing tricks with her? Was she reading something into the statement? Was she so eager to get his cock in her that she misinterpreted what he meant?
"And what did you figure would be the other part of your job?"
"Why, keeping the customers happy, of course. And the boss, of course. Must not forget the boss. The way I see it, keeping the boss happy is going to be very easy and very pleasant. Speaking of which, you don't look up to par today. I hope you aren't ill."
"Uh, no. I, uh, just had a bad night. Restless night, actually. Had trouble getting to sleep. Had a lot on my mind." Smart ass! I couldn't stop thinking about you and your strong young cock. I didn't get to sleep until almost dawn.
"A nice massage would do wonders for you."
"And just who is supposed to do the honors? I live alone, you know."
"No, I didn't know. You're Mrs. Browner, so how could I know?"
"You're right. You couldn't know. Guess Lela's the only one around here who knows much about me. I haven't owned the place long enough for anyone to get very well acquainted with me."
"Well, I'd be happy to volunteer my services any time. I'm not half-bad at giving a massage."
There it is again! Is he trying to send me a subtle message ? I don't know how to respond without making a damned fool of myself. Or, worse yet, inviting a sexual harassment suit. I see what Bette meant.
"I just might take you up on that. Do you have any questions? About how, uh, about what I want.. . what I expect of you?"
Why couldn't she get such a simple question out? No matter how she tried to phrase the question, it sounded like a come-on. Well, didn't she want it to sound like a come-on? How else was she going to get his cock in her? Damn! Why couldn't she think of something besides cock?
"Nope. Guess I'd better get to work. Can't earn my keep in here, can I?'
"That would depend on how you're earning your keep, wouldn't it?"
He grinned broadly. "Yeah, you got that right." He turned toward the door, then turned back to face her. "I might get fired for being too forward, but I'm going to say this anyway. Lela said that you're 45. You sure don't look it. Maybe you can tell me your secret so I can use it to help others."
In spite of herself, Carole blushed. Deeply. The heat started way down deep, just behind her pussy, and raced to the surface of her skin. Just the way the sun worked. She had to swallow several times to get saliva back into her mouth so she could speak.
"Maybe I don't have any secret, Jordy. Maybe what you see is just me. Then again, maybe I've simply lived so fast it hasn't been able to catch up with me."
"I can believe the first part-that you're just yourself. Somehow, I don't think you've lived all that fast. By the way, are you a divorcee or a widow?"
"A divorcee. My husband ran off with a much younger woman."
"I'm sorry to hear that. Did you have him committed to a mental institution? What man in his right mind could walk away from you?"
"Why, Jordy! Is that a pass?"
"Just like an all-star quarterback would throw. If you want it to be." He was gone before she could reply.
She leaned back in her chair and stared at the door. "Well, I'll be damned," she muttered to herself. "He was making a pass at me! How about that? He must not have any hang-ups about an older woman. Unless, like Bette, he just talks a good game. Well, we'll soon see what we shall see. Better get changed and get out there so I can see what's going on."
She stood in front of a long mirror to change into her exercise outfit. She wasn't interested in exercise. Dressing like the other women helped her blend into the atmosphere of the gym. She peeled down to the buff and looked at herself in the mirror. In her excited state of mind, she felt like she was watching somebody else. She studied her body closely.
Her forehead was still smooth and unwrinkled. The skin on her neck was also smooth and tight, with no wattles or turkey skin. She dropped her eyes and looked at her breasts critically. The mounds stood high and firm, as solid as a any twenty-year-old's. Fantastic for a forty-five-year-old woman who wore a size 36D bra. At her age, the big damned things could sag halfway to her belly button.
Her stomach had a slight roundness, but the skin was still tight and smooth there, too. Her thighs were a little heavier than she liked. Still, they were solid and shapely. She turned sideways and studied her ass. She had a good ass. A top-notch ass, in fact. One of her best features. Well-rounded. Full. Firm. Ralph hadn't been able to keep his hands off it, even in public. He always found some excuse to caress or pat it. She smiled dreamily in remembrance. She missed having her ass petted. All in all, she felt she could hold her own with much younger women.
She opened her legs and ran her hand over her pussy. "Hmmm, wet already," she murmured, exchanging a smile with her reflection. She licked her lips, watching her tongue sliding over her upper lip. The color reminded her of the glistening, crimson head of a prick. "Damn! Everything reminds me of a prick!" Nevertheless, she wished she had a cock in her mouth at the moment.
She watched her image in the mirror as her hands moved up to cup her tits. She pinched and stroked her nipples for a moment, then jerked her hands away.
"Don't get yourself turned on any more than you already are!" she told herself sternly. "Jacking off yesterday didn't do you any good. The only thing that will satisfy you is a cock, so put your mind to figuring out how you're going to get Jordy's in you."
She picked up her leotard and tights, then threw the tights aside. She would leave her legs bare. Let Jordy get a really good look. When she wore tights, she wore panties. They would show under a leotard. She tossed them aside, too. To hell with it! She would go naked if it wouldn't embarrass the customers!
She stretched the leotard over her voluptuous body and looked at herself in the mirror again. With only the thin, stretchy material covering her body, damned little was left to the imagination. Her nipples made two taut peaks on top of her tits. A clump of her abundant blonde pubic hair peeked around the thin strip of material in her crotch. Good. She wanted to draw attention. From Jordy, especially.
She spent the better part of the day going out of her way to find Jordy. She stood close to him while she talked to him. She rubbed her tits against him whenever she got the chance, and even brushed her ass across his crotch once or twice. He wore tight white pants and a jock strap, and she could still feel a good-sized lump that swelled when she rubbed her ass against it. She smiled a lot. She also suffered a lot. She thought the day would never end so she could carry out her plan to seduce Jordy and get his cock in her.
The gym was nearly empty between five and six that evening. Originally, she thought she would wait until closing time to make her move. She couldn't wait that long. She needed relief, now! She saw Jordy in the pool, swimming laps. She waited until he got out and stood by the pool before she made her move. He wore a skimpy, speedo-type suit that was little more than a sling for his cock. Her heart began to beat faster as she looked at him. The bulge in the front of his suit looked bigger and better than ever!
She walked up behind him as silently as a cheetah stalking her prey. She put her arms around his waist and pressed her body to his. "Boo!" she whispered in his ear. "Caught you goofing off!"
Jordy jumped, startled by her unexpected move. He held her hands to keep her arms around him and turned around. She caught one of his thighs between hers and began to hump it slowly.
"You won't tell the boss, will you?" he asked, looking at her with a smirk.
"No, but you have to pay a penalty. How about that massage you promised?"
He looked around the nearly empty gym. "Now?" His smirk got bigger.
"Yes, right now! I've got all kinds of muscles that need relaxing."
"I'll just bet you have," he chuckled. He ran his hands down her back. "Yeah, you're really tight all right."
Emboldened by his failure to rebuff her, she slipped one hand between their bodies and let it rest on top of the lump in his swimsuit. That didn't satisfy her. She pulled the suit out and stuck her hand inside. And grabbed a large piece of meat.
"God!" she breathed. "Is that a salami you're going to have for dinner?"
"Nope. It's all me."
"I want it," she whispered excitedly.
"Whatever the boss wants, the boss gets!" He hugged her tight and kissed her.
She pulled his suit down, baring his cock as she continued to slide her snatch up and down his leg.
"You'd better not do that out here. Someone might see you."
She snickered and wrapped her fist around the thick shaft of his prick. "Let 'em see. I don't care."
"Maybe I do."
"Why? Consider it free advertising. Do you think any of the women here ever see one this size? They'll be jealous of me, not upset with you."
"You're something else! I had no idea that you were so wild."
"You ain't seen nothing yet!" She wrapped her arms around his neck and tried to climb his body.
He picked her up and carried her into one of the massage rooms. She wiggled and tried to get down as soon as they entered. He held her tightly and carried her across the room to the massage table. He sat her down on the end of the table and backed up a step.
He pulled the leotard off her shoulders and down her body. Then he picked her up with one arm and stripped it off her ass and down her legs. He tossed it aside and looked at her.
"There, that's much better," he grunted. "Damn, lady, you would give half the women in this place a run for their money."
"Only half?" she asked, teasing him with her voice and a shy smile.
He let his eyes drift up and down her body again. "Well, nearly all of them. Lela comes close."
"Her tits are bigger than mine, aren't they?"
He nodded. "Yes, but hers are softer, kind of mushy. Yours are a lot firmer."
"Do you think I'm pretty?"
"You're gorgeous, and you know it."
She cocked her head to one side and smiled like a coquette. "No matter what a girl thinks of herself, she-likes to hear a man tell her that she's pretty."
His eyes went to her crotch, to the thick thatch of curly blonde hair covering her lower belly and upper thighs. Her crotch seemed to be a mass of tangled crispy curls. The lips of her pussy peeked through the hair, fully engorged with blood. Her slit started way up her belly and ran down between her thighs.
"Damn!" he muttered. "I've never seen so much hair on a pussy."
"Mmmmmm," she purred softly, spreading her legs further apart. "Do you like it?"
"I love it! Most of the girls my age shave their mounds and leave just a narrow strip down their slit. Fucking a bald pussy is fun, but yours looks like the real McCoy."
He began to stroke the inside of her thighs lightly, starting from her knees, back and forth, moving closer and closer to her twat. Her cunt radiated heat, like a little furnace between her legs. Her mossy mound felt as soft as eiderdown under his fingertips. He ran a finger along her slit, stroking up and down, and felt the fleshy lips open. He pressed her clit and her hips jerked.
"Long slit," he said. "You're made for fucking from the front or back."
She propped herself up on her elbows and stared at his hand as he played with her snatch. She looked at his crotch and smiled. "Your cock looks like an iron bar," she said. She reached down for his rigid prick.
He beat her to it, took his cock in his hand, and put the bulging head against her cunt lips. "God, your cunt is so juicy!" he exclaimed softly. "like an overripe peach."
"Fuzz and all," she giggled.
He didn't know that a woman her age could get so wet. He flicked the head of his prick teasingly along the length of her crack, then suddenly shoved forward and sank his dick in to the hilt. He hunched against her and stuck the head high up in her pussy.