Charlotte sat down in her steamy bathroom, toweling off. Her lower body would jiggle when she rubbed the thick cloth on her skin. She spread the white towel across a hanger and used her hand to wipe off any moisture in the mirror. Her reflection brought back memories of a past lover. A pair of tight polyester police pants would make her look amazing. Although he meant it to be temporary, it still had an impact on her.
She gave the attendant her credit card the next day and he gave her an unlimited year pass to the gym.
Rows upon rows of treadmills spun as tight-muscled women jogged or watched television. As the men worked out in front of wall-length mirrors, their weight plates clanged against one another. While the men played basketball on an indoor court, sneakers danced on the hardwood floor. Even a teenager boy noticed a slim girl halfway up the rock wall.
After walking on the treadmill for about half an hour, she became bored. She researched online for leg and glute exercises. She got tired out and decided she’d done enough for her first workout, so she headed to the indoor pool. She was waist-deep in water when she stepped into it. It was cold and made her nipples contract. She was probably able to see them because she had packed her body in the swimsuit. She was disappointed to find that in the pool, seniors were doing water aerobics, while mothers splashed with their young children.
In the women’s locker room, she noticed a sauna. She took off her bathing suit and quickly rinsed in the hot shower. After drying, she wrapped a towel around herself to get into the sauna. room. For a moment, the heat took her breath away. She sat down on a row of wooden benches in the upper part of the room and allowed herself to get used to the heat and dry air.
Because she was alone, she put down the towel and exposed her breasts. She kept her lap covered. Soon she heard more giggling. The sauna’s door opened, and in stepped a teenage girl and her boyfriend. The two of them were playing and flirting at the sauna’s door when they arrived, but their conversation was cut short when Charlotte appeared naked.
“Oh, my god, I am so sorry,” the girl said, aghast.
Charlotte opened her eyes and saw the girl’s embarrassment and the boy’s astonishment. He had been sexually sucking-punched. His mouth was open, but then it turned into a grin. He almost forgot about his young, petite girlfriend.
Charlotte’s breasts were much larger than the girl’s, though the girl’s were perkier. For some reason, Charlotte’s chest had grabbed the boy’s attention and hadn’t let go.
“I’m so sorry,” the girl muttered, “we need to leave.” She had to drag her dumbfounded boyfriend out of the sauna.
Although awkward, Charlotte found it comforting to know that she was still able to capture and hold the attention all types of men, no mater their age.
Charlotte went to the gym every day, exercising and watching others. She began to take part in a yoga class and a kickboxing session. She began to feel better even if the police department still didn’t have a pair of polyester pants that would fit her ass.
She laid down on a weight bench one evening and was ready to pump the weight bar. Before she could lift the bar from the rests though, someone asked her, “Do you need a spotter, ma’am?”
She sat up. “Ma’am?”
“Hi, I’m Brad.”
This was the same man who entered the sauna with his girlfriend just weeks ago.
“It’s only forty-five pounds. It is possible, I believe. And my name is Charlotte, not ‘ma’am.’”
“Try a couple of lifts and then maybe we can add some weight,” he suggested.
She lifted the item four times on her back. He stopped her before she reached the fifth.
“You can up this weight.”
He was looking up at her. “I don’t want the bar to fall and crush me.”
“You can do more than you think you can. Let’s push it a little more.”
“Push it good, push it real good?” She did a little shimmy dance on the bench on her back.
Brad was confused. “Huh?”
“Never mind, an old rap song from the 80s.” She knew they were from different eras. He didn’t know anything about hers, and she knew more about his than he did.
He added ten-pound plates on both ends of the bar, and then he slid the metal guards on. “Just a couple more pounds. Nothing to worry about.”
She lay on her back once more. She pressed her feet onto the rubber mat and held on to the weight bar. “This is going to be a lot heavier. Be ready to help.”
She tilted the head towards him and looked up. She thought he was quite tall, and that angle was very cute. He has a nice head of curly hair and a young, muscular body. His hands are strong.
“I got you on this, don’t worry. I’ll help lift it if you need any. This is possible, though. Power through it.”
She settled back in. She raised the bar above her chest and lifted it from the rests. Her triceps tightened and her biceps wriggled as she brought down the bar and then lifted it up. One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Brad then led the bar onto the rests.
“Great job. I knew you could do it.”
She sat up. “That was easier than I thought.”
She decided to keep the guy around for a bit. A young guy couldn’t be that bad. “Can you add five more pounds onto each side for me? I’ll do a set of five, if I can.”
Brad marched to the scale and took two small plates. Charlotte was able to watch him move. She noticed that he was a lean young man and that his shoulders and arms had toned. He had strong legs and a cute butt. He matched the little girl with which he had entered the sauna.
Brad placed himself at the top of the weight bench to help Charlotte lift the weight from the rests.
“Ready for this?” he asked.
She dropped the bar, and it fell faster than she had expected. However, her arms absorbed the weight and she lifted it up.
“One,” he said.
She lifted and lower it again.
Both up and down
Both up and down
She gritted her teeth, and she felt the sweat run down her scalp. Her muscles were at their peak. She lifted it up.
“Five. This is it. Give me two more.”
“Two?” she asked, before taking her arms from the straight locked position.
“Come on. I know you can do it,” he encouraged her. “Exhale on the way up. Push it.”
While she brought the bar down, her right hand was raised higher than her left. She couldn’t raise the bar, which put it at an awkward angle. Brad reached out to help. When he did, his shorts brushed over Charlotte ’s face. She looked up to see Brad had stuffed a small pair of gray jockeys in his tiny hands. In a flash, she saw that he was delighted to be working with her.
Charlotte, with Brad’s help, put the weight bar safely in its rest. She sat up straightening herself and wiping her forehead with the backside of her hand.
“I knew you could lift that weight.” He handed her a small towel. “You’ve really gotten stronger and toned over the past few months.”
Charlotte was surprised by his comment. He turned toward her. He’d been watching her.
“Over the past few months?”
At the gym, she thought she was the one scanning the scene, but others on the scene we’re checking her out. She was curious how many people were there.
Brad was a great help to Charlotte. “I’ve enjoyed coming to the gym. It’s been good for me.”
“How often do you make it here?” he asked.
She smiled, and she huffed. Like he didn’t know. “Three times a week at most. Long days at the office, cleaning the house, my favorite TV dramas, it all takes up most evenings.”
Charlotte asked, “You have a girlfriend these days?”
“Had. We broke up a month or two ago.”
She touched his arm, wondering how he’d react. Her touch changed his mood. He was aware of her signals. “I’m sorry to hear that. There are many other girls out there. These are just a few of the many cute girls you will see. Cute butts everywhere.”
“Here? I don’t think so. I’ve not found anyone.”
“Did you and your old girlfriend come here? Spend time in the saunas?”
Brad’s cheeks reddened and he released a groan of embarrassment, putting his face in his hand. “That day. Ha! I knew you’d remember. How embarrassing, every part of it.”
“Don’t take that the wrong way. I mean, I don’t want to say every part was … Well, everything I did was … I should have …”
“I hope not every part of it was embarrassing,” Charlotte said, with a wanton smile.
“I am embarrassed by what I did. To be honest though,” he paused before he continued, as if questioning his next statement. “It’s taken me a long time before I would come up to you. I hated the idea of you remembering me.” His eyes moved right and left, looking all around the room, except at Charlotte.
“Don’t worry about it.” She touched his hand again. “I get a lot of looks from, well, from everywhere.”
Brad sat there quietly. He might have been trying to forget what he had just confessed to the woman.
“Before you go, do you want to, uh …” He paused and ran his fingers through his hair, glancing away from her, like he had before. He was like a shy boy who tries to get a long-time crush. He might have been.
With a smile, she encouraged him to be more simple.
“After a workout the sauna is a good place to hang out and relax. I’m heading there if you want to come too.”
“Come with you?” She let the innuendo linger. “Do we go to the men’s or the women’s sauna?”
Her quick yes was enough to win him over. He couldn’t have imagined that this woman would accept his suggestion. After seeing a willing woman, he was more outgoing, confident, and strong.
“I think the men’s sauna is more keen to allowing in the opposite sex.”
Standing, she patted her neck and chest with the towel. She leaned closer towards him and let her breasts touch his. “I like how you said that word.”
“No. How you said ‘sex.’”
Charlotte would have knocked Joe to the ground in the first round if they were in a boxing match.
“Brad,” she spoke slowly and doused her question with keen interest. “What do you want to do in the sauna?”
“Let’s see what happens.”
Surprised, he responded with a calm and measured smile. He was not some horny, young dude who’d fuck any girl that came along. He was willing and able to play for her.
He led her from the workout gym, passed the rock-climbing wall and into the men’s locker room. It was empty.
Charlotte was slower than Brad getting ready to go to the sauna. She took her time to understand what Brad was thinking. He would have to be the one to guide them. He reached for a locker and pulled his shirt over his shoulders before letting his shorts fall to the floor. “You going in the sauna like that?” he asked.
She took off her shirt, pulled down her shorts and stood there in a tight sports bra with underwear. The same as what he had lost.
He gave her a folded towel. “You might need this.”
“In case you want a little covering.”
“You think I’m shy,” she challenged.
“You were slow in undressing. I wanted to make sure you’re comfortable.”
“I am comfortable—perfectly comfortable. I’m trying to figure out what I’m up against, who I’m dealing with.”
He smiled. He smirked and took his jockeys down. This time, he surprised Charlotte. She couldn’t hide her thoughts. She stared at him as if he had stared at her before he suddenly entered her topless.
She exhaled, but did not give him any more leverage in their sexual duality than was necessary. She merely said, “Nice tight butt.”
He walked to the sauna door without a towel. “It’ll be in here. I’ll be in here. Whichever one you want.”
“You’re so sure about my wanting something?”
He raised his eyebrows confidently. “Try to say no, Charlotte, just try.”
She was steamed by the taunt. If he hadn’t been so damn cute and flirtatious, she would have walked out in pure spite. It was him. He wanted to capture her and take it all for himself. He had stalked her since she first arrived at the gym. He caught her tonight by being calm, cool and then proving his power. A nice-sized dick was visible from his front. He was probably a hardworking, determined young man. She was in a hot, hot place and everything was waiting.
She removed the bra. She released her bra and massaged her heavy thighs. She lifted the tits and squeezed. She rubbed her nipples that had become uncomfortably hard during Brad’s workout.
Charlotte pulled her sports pants over her legs and down to her ankles. As she was doing this, Charlotte noticed that the locker room door creaked open. A man with a large belly walked around the corner.
“Oh my!” he exclaimed. “I’m sorry I didn’t …” He scooted out the same door he came through.
She smiled and turned her back.
She was naked and had a towel in her hand. She walked into the sauna to meet Brad. Only his waist was covered by the white knit towel.
He stood as the door was closing and kissed her. He reached for her earlobes, tugging at it. He kissed her neck. His hands cradled her butt and moved past her waist to reach her tits. He massaged and kneaded the skin. He lifted her breasts as if she were precious. She leaned against the wall, letting him move around her body, reducing her weight. Her hands couldn’t stay still for too long. She lifted her fingernails up to his shoulders and buried them in his fleshy underside. He hiccupped in pain. She released her grip and began to scratch her way to the erection. Then she grabbed the length.
“Glad I made it.” Then she whispered to him, “You’re a young man, I expect a lot from you. Listen, this isn’t love-making. I want a fuck, long and hard.”
He sat on the benches and guided her to his lap. She braced herself as she let the tip of his cock rub her thighs and touch her outer pussy. She ah’ed when its head touched her intimate lips, spread them and entered in. The sensation radiated around her lower body and spun her thoughts to the place where no other mattered. She bobbed slowly up and down, letting Brad’s dick rush deep inside her narrow passage. To keep her steady, he held her waist tightly with his hands. When his hands pressed into her flesh, she could feel his reactions to her pussy. Along with his grip, he rocked into her in pure pleasure. He pumped into her fast and without stopping.
Charlotte pulled him off. Before he could catch breath from the heat and the sex, Charlotte sat on his back with his cock facing him. She fed him from her breasts.
“You’ve loved these tits for a long time, haven’t you?” she asked. “Dreamed of them, wanted your hands on them, wanted them in your mouth.”
He tried to reply but his large boob protruded into his mouth. He was a sucker for those tits. He tugged the breast with his teeth and suctioned it with his lips and then let her tit fall out. He reached for her nipple with his hands and circled it around, then flicked his tongue. He massaged and kneaded until Charlotte stopped him.
“I’ve wanted you since the day I walked in on you,” he finally admitted.
“Your little girlfriend didn’t have enough to satisfy?”
“Ha! She was a little girl compared to you.” She fed him her other breast and made him balance out the play and sucking. He bit more and kneaded his heavy tit. He licked his lips.
The sex wasn’t the only reason her head began to spin. The heat. Charlotte got up on him and led him out of the sauna into the showers. She turned on hot water. Their bodies were swollen by the hot water. She placed her hands against the wall, blocking his view of the tiles. She lean forward. “How is this woman compared to the other girls you’ve had?”
He kissed her very hard. He ran his hands down her neck and grabbed her genitals. “Nothing’s as good. You know what to do.”
She smiled. She smiled and pointed her at him.
She glanced over her shoulder at his eyes. “Fuck me, hard and fast.” She spread her ass cheeks wide, stretching them apart. Brad reached out and grabbed her, slipping his cock inside her pussy. Charlotte felt the rod hit her and rush into her. The water splashed on the tile floor and she felt it slap against her butt.
Charlotte slapped on the white tiled wall. She threw her head back, the water running off her hair, and enjoyed her daddy’s sex deep inside. She reached back to touch him. Brad grunted as he rammed her faster and harder. More water splashing. They were whipping at her wet hair.
She felt his teeth clench. “Come on, boy, finish it! Give it to me!” She nearly growled.
He ran faster, moving erratically. His body vibrated. He stopped as he filled her up with cum. He slowed his pace and eased out of her. He leaned forward and caught his breath, as she rested against the cool walls.
She bowed her head under the water spraying from the shower head. “I needed that. Glad we hooked up tonight.”
Following his explosion, Brad found it difficult to speak. “Me too” is all he could muster.
Charlotte returned home later, entering the garage through an open door.
“Good night at the gym?” Charlotte’s roommate asked.
“Better than usual. I lifted more weight than before.”
“Glad things are going well. You’re looking better. Even if you’re a little more stressed. Keep it up.”
Charlotte threw her gym bag over her shoulder. “I am keeping it up, trust me, I am.”
Claire Woodruff works as a clerk at a Washington, DC legal office. Writing fiction was something she loved to do in junior high. She balances her work in the legal world with her imagination on risky aspects of everyday life. She lives in Northern Virginia together with her husband.