He Bought Me A Gym Membership...

David, who you might know from some of my previous posts is well aware of the strength of my sexual needs. He gets off helping me find new hookups so he can participate with us, watch me have sex with others, or hear me tell about my activities. To this end, he offered to buy me membership at a health club. He said there would be lots of young, fit men there. Lots of older men too. If they're in good shape, I don't care how old they are. So of course, I was excited to go.

From the moment I first walked into the gym, I noticed the same thing I experience all the time in public. Somehow, I expected it would be different at the gym, but no. I can feel guys looking at me from all directions, but nobody approaches to talk with me or anything. They don't even give me the opportunity to flash them a smile. It's as if they're afraid of me. And if I happen to catch someone looking, they always look away seemingly embarrassed that I caught them. 

It got even more frustrating one day when I wore my usual tight yoga shorts but this time paired with a loose fitting, sleeveless top and no sports bra (or any bra for that matter). I tried to be as provocative as I could be without getting banned. I could feel heads turn when I pass by. They probably think I won't notice, but I do. 

In desperation, I bent down to pick up a pair of light weights off the rack. Of course my top fell open in front. I could see my titties and nipples reflected in the mirror. I knew I'd be giving a show from the sides too. I could feel men behind me trying to catch a look in the mirror, or sneak a peak from the side. But still no one was obvious about it, let alone dared to approach me, strike up a conversation, or even berate me for being so shameless. 

When I lifted the little weights over my head, my top rode up dangerously high. I could feel eyeballs all around straining to see just how high it would go, or looking for a side show. They must think I'm not aware, but I am. All women notice these things.

You might wonder why I didn't approach anyone myself. Simple. I wanted to hook up with a "take charge" man, one who is sufficiently confident in himself to break the ice without fear of being rejected. You would think a gym would be full of these types, but in my experience, at least so far, they are all pussycats. I don't think I look like a meanie or anything. Maybe men are intimidated, or think I must already have a boyfriend (I do, but that's no barrier). I just don't understand it. 

Finally one day, I gave up and decided to grab the bull, any bull, by the horns (hoo boy, that's a pun and a half). I asked this average looking college age guy to show me how to use one of the exercise machines. After "Trevor" recovered from his shock and pulled his jaw back up from off the floor, he showed me how to adjust the seat and chest support, select the weight, and how to pull on the handles. I did a few pulls with him watching, then thanked him. During all this time, I don't mind admitting, I flirted shamelessly. That's when his friend "Jeff" saw us and came over.

At once I decided I would have them both. I invited them to join me at my apartment after they finish their workouts. Trevor said he had just finished up anyway (I wonder why). And coincidentally enough, so had Jeff. 

They disappeared into the men's locker room to shower and change into regular clothes. They met me out front where I was waiting. We hopped in our cars, and they followed me home. 

I went in the bathroom, took care of my bodily needs and stripped naked. I then cracked open the door and called them over. I asked if either wanted to help me in the shower. They looked at each other and stammered and stuttered. It seemed to me that neither one wanted to be the first to say yes. I opened the door wide and stood there naked to help them make up their minds. It didn't work, they were dumbfounded. So I said to Jeff "c'mon, its OK. He sheepishly stepped through the door. Then I said to Trevor "Hey you want Jeff and me to have all the fun? C'mon, I want you with us too." 

I'm no psychologist, but I imagine they worried about being naked in front of each other... but in the end, the promise of being with me was too much temptation to resist.

While I adjusted the water temperature, they both stripped. Nobody said a word. I turned just in time to see them quietly do a fist bump with lust on their faces. 

In the shower, I let the water wash over me while they stepped in and cowered in opposite corners, as far from each other as they could get in the small space. I then pulled Jeff against me in front, wrapped my arms around his waist and pulled tight, my face against his chest. He wrapped his arms around my back. His body felt warm against mine and it was a good feeling. I asked Trevor to lather up my back. Jeff let go when Trevor lathered me up. I told him to pass the soap to Jeff, turned around to face Trevor, and asked Jeff (who was then behind me) to lather up my front. He had to reach around from behind. He was still shy about going over my titties, so I took hold of his hands and guided them up there anyway. That's when his inhibitions finally fell completely away. He lathered up my titties and tummy with both hands, all the way down to where Trevor was already stroking my lips. 

All lathered up, I scraped two hands full of suds off of me and grabbed hold of both their boners. I gave them hand jobs while their hands were all over my body. Trevor continued to masturbate me while I stood on tippy-toes to kiss them, alternating from one to the other and back again.

I needed to feel some pressure inside. I told Trevor (or maybe it was Jeff, I lost track) to keep rubbing my clit, while I told Jeff (or maybe Trevor) to push his finger up inside me. He came in my hand as soon as he started finger-fucking me. I came too right after he did. Jeff (or maybe Trevor) had already cum by then, I didn't even notice it at the time. It seems they very much liked getting their soapy hand jobs.

We helped each other rinse off in a hands-on sort of way. Out of the shower, we towel-dried each other laughing and joking around. I wrung my hair out with the towel as best as I could. It was a damp stringy mess. I didn't care though. There would be ample time to wash and dry it properly later. I skipped across the hall to my bedroom and they followed me in, all of us still naked. 

I flopped on the bed, spread my legs and grabbed the headboard with both hands. I said "Who's first?" Trevor (or maybe Jeff) was already hard again after the hand job. He climbed on top, covered me with the full weight of his body, and stuck it in, thrusting away deep and strong. Sorry for being blunt, but that's how it was. No shyness anymore, just animal instinct. When he finished, which didn't take long, Jeff (or maybe Trevor) took his place and quickly fucked me too.

Afterward, they put on their undies and I put on a pad and panties. I didn't want to ooze all over the apartment.  We sat around in that state of undress, watched a little streaming, and made plans for a repeat visit. They were no longer embarrassed to look at my titties and often did so apparently without shame.

It was dark out by the time they left. I never got dressed after that, simply ate a snack and went to bed and masturbated again, replaying the whole encounter in my mind. I rehearsed how I would tell David about it while still masturbating. I orgasmed twice more before falling asleep.

Next day, when I told David everything, including my solo orgasms, he told me how much he loves me. For buying me the gym membership, I thanked him in the best way I know how (guess what that is).

By the way, the names may, or may not, have been changed, to protect the guilty. Thanks to Dave, Jeff, Trevor... and to YOU... for reading about my adventures.