by W.D. Lekker
Jerry has a secret thing for Kacey, the owner of the gym he frequents. Only, she's 20 years older than him and a confident professional and yoga teacher. Only, she may be million times more depraved than what he might have expected. He finds out when she catches him eyeballing her entire class while stretching, and the "punishment" she exacts opens Jerry to a whole sexual world he never expected.
WARNING! This 4000+ word features graphic depictions of female ejaculation and squirting, as well as yoga poses perverted into sexual positions. It is intended only for mature and adult readers over the age of 18.
When twenty one women got into the downward facing dog position, I had a hard time not looking. Sure, I concealed my glances as best as I could, but there was something about seeing twenty one asses in tights raised in the air. This was one of Kacey Conroy’s advanced yoga classes, so each of the women had the supple, trim body of seasoned veteran. As they moved into different poses, I desperately tried not to notice their curves and their sports bras. Kacey and their class had given me a raging boner, and still, I tried to ignore them by pedaling harder on my stationary bike and watch some old cowboy shows on my tablet computer propped up in the bike’s magazine stand.
Only, my erection didn’t want to go away, and I vowed not to get off the exercise equipment with an embarrassing case of wood.
It was the one thing I both loved and hated about KC’s Fitness. It was a small gym run on a budget, so the exercise area had no partition between the weights and cardio machines and the open space where Kacey lead her tai chi and yoga classes. So, when she led her group into these weird spread-leg poses, it was hard to keep my attention diverted. Sure, I could have bought a membership at a better gym with more resources and an inclination towards privacy, but other gyms didn’t have Kacey. Sure, I was initially drawn by the cheep fees, but I quickly grew fond of the owner. When she wasn’t leading classes, she often mingled with her patrons and offered health and fitness advice. I also have to admit this: I thought she was extremely sexy, but I also thought she was way out of my league. I’ve always had a thing for older women.
Anyhow, I kept pedaling hard, but not because I had an insatiable need to burn calories. Unlike other times, my erection proved stubborn and didn’t want to go away. Plus, there was one other embarrassing thing that happened. Right before the yoga class ended, I could have sworn that Kacey caught me looking. Our eyes connected, but she didn’t look mad or anything. Still, I now also didn’t want to get off the bike because I was afraid she’d confront me. Eventually, I had no choice. Closing time had come and gone.
So, I slipped off the bike, grabbed my tablet computer, and my water bottle and slipped into the men’s lockers while she was in her office. I took a quick shower, got dressed, and slung my gym bag over my shoulder. When I reached the door, I thought I was now in the clear. Only, I wasn’t.
“Stop right there, Joey. Come here.”
- SmutHouse, September 2012
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