The Mature Lady from the Gym

I decided a while ago to start going to the gym to lose the extra weight I'd gained over winter. I chose a small gym in downtown Thessaloniki, quite far from my home, because I wanted to combine it with a walk along the seaside or through the city center. This past Wednesday afternoon, while I was on the treadmill, a woman in her late 30s or early 40s walked in with a younger girl, about 20 years old.

The younger one was a stunning little pussy, incredible body and face, wearing tight leggings and a thong that perfectly outlined her curves—absolutely perfect. The older woman was average height, around 1.65m, with short brown hair, an unremarkable body, medium-sized breasts, but an incredible ass—slightly larger than perfect, yet firm and with amazing curves. What struck me was that she wore black leggings made of extremely thin, shiny fabric, so sheer that her thong was clearly visible, and the shape of her labia was outlined as if I were staring at them up close.

They weren't mother and daughter, and as I later found out, she was unmarried and the girl was her niece. She got on the treadmill right in front of me, and for the next half hour I watched her gorgeous ass bounce up and down with each stride. When she switched to the inner thigh machine, I completely lost it—despite being exhausted, I got rock hard, and she must have noticed because she kept glancing at me.

Everyone in the gym was eyeing the young girl, while I was fixated on her aunt. After finishing my workout, I took a shower and was about to leave, having completely forgotten about her. As I stepped into the elevator, the doors opened and she walked in too. We introduced ourselves, and she said it was cold outside and she was worried we might catch a chill, coming out of the shower all warm like that. I agreed, and we stepped out together.

That's when we realized it was pouring rain. She wondered aloud how she'd get home. I asked where she lived, and she said Toumba. "Great," I said, "want to come with me? I'll drive you home—and we can have a coffee." It suited me fine since I was heading toward Kalamaria (no relation—I actually live in Oreokastro, on the opposite side). In the car, we chatted casually, and when we arrived, she invited me upstairs for that coffee. ("Sure, why not? I'm a magician, aren't I?") Of course I agreed—what else did I have to do in Toumba at that hour besides drink coffee, as we'd said?

We went up to her place, and I sat on the couch. "I'll go grab a drink for myself," she said. "What would you like?" "A whiskey," I replied. She returned with our drinks and went off, as she'd said, to change out of her gym clothes. I took the opportunity to call home and explain my absence. "I'm out with Giorgos," I told my wife (Giorgos, who at the moment doesn't have a girlfriend my wife knows about, so she can't verify whether he was actually with me). I called Giorgos too, just to make sure he was in on it, and we were all set. Right on cue, Letta (short for Nikoleta) reappeared in a new outfit: a short, silky robe, sitting across from me in an armchair, legs crossed.
She started talking about the gym, saying she felt bad about her ass because it was bigger than she'd like, and she couldn't wear the clothes she wanted. I told her the best way to lose inches from that area was massage, and offered to show her myself—my brother's a physiotherapist, so I know what I'm doing (total lie).

"Bring some oil or cream," I said, "and lie down, I'll show you." She brought oil and lay face down on the couch where I was sitting. I sat on her legs, lifted her robe, and saw the naked, gorgeous ass I'd admired earlier at the gym. She wasn't wearing panties—completely bare, legs closed, her plump labia clearly visible, with just a few fine hairs around her asshole.

"Baby," I whispered, "you don't need a hand massage—you need my tongue." I buried my face deep into her ass cheeks. She lifted her hips slightly to give me better access, and started moaning as I slowly, torturously tried to part her labia with my tongue, slipping it into her hole to taste her juices. As soon as I reached her clit, she moaned louder and began talking dirty: "Lick my pussy, baby, make me cum on your tongue, drink my juices, then I'll lick your mouth clean." I went wild with what she was saying, licking her clit faster and harder, fucking her with my tongue.

Within minutes, she surrendered to an intense orgasm. I did exactly what she'd just asked—pushing my tongue deep into her pussy to drink as much of her wetness as I could. When I'd had enough, I pulled her down, opened her mouth, and let the drops of her juices flow from my mouth onto her lips and tongue. She licked them up like honey, sucking my tongue to get every last drop.

"Enough of my taste," she said. "Now it's time to taste yours." She pulled down my sweatpants, freeing my cock, which was rock hard and ready to explode. She took it into her mouth like it was the last cock on earth, sucking it wildly from tip to base. When she started licking my asshole, she realized I was about to cum and pulled my cock back into her mouth to catch every drop. I came and came, unable to stop, my cum spilling from her mouth onto her breasts, which she then licked and swallowed, rubbing her nipples with the cum that had dripped down.

We rested for a while. Letta reached down and started rubbing her clit—her arousal wasn't over. My cock rose again at the sight, ready to play once more. I pulled a condom from my jacket pocket—something I'd thought ahead of—handing it to her. "Put it on with your mouth," I told her. "Do it skillfully, you cock-hungry slut." She went wild. "Yes, talk to me like that, you cock-hungry bastard," she moaned.

She rolled the condom on while licking every inch of my cock, letting her saliva drip all over it, then sucking it back into her mouth. I struggled to hold back, desperate to fuck her. "Come on, ride my cock, you slut," I said. "But I want to see your ass." She turned around, grabbed my cock, and guided it into her dripping wet pussy, then started riding me up and down. The sight drove me insane. I reached into her pussy, inserting a finger alongside my cock. "What are you doing?" she gasped. "Keep fucking yourself, you whore," I told her.

I pulled my wet finger out and without warning, pushed it into her ass. "Ah!" she cried out from the sudden movement, clutching a pillow tightly, but didn't say another word. Holding my hand steady, she kept moving up and down, getting fucked in both her pussy and her ass, while I rubbed her clit. Soon I inserted a second finger inside her, "ahhh, it hurts," she said, I remembered the oil she had brought for massage and grabbed it from beside us and poured it forcefully over her ass and pussy, "now it doesn't hurt," I tell her, "get up and put my cock in your ass," I tell her, "I can't, it hurts,"

"Put it in or I'll shove my whole hand inside." She grabs it and guides it into her ass slowly - slowly, she took it all in and sat still for a moment, I grabbed her by the ass cheeks, lifted her and let her down again, "ahh, you tore me apart, you fucking faggot," she shouted and started getting fucked since her asshole had opened up and she had gone wild.
She didn't move more than ten or fifteen times and while rubbing her clit she came all over her hand, squeezing her asshole from the orgasm. I couldn't hold back either and started cumming inside the condom.

She turned towards me, took the condom off my cock and poured my cum over her mouth, licking it and drinking it, "so it doesn't go to waste," she tells me.

I sat for a bit and then left because time had passed, we agreed that this would continue until one of us asks to stop. We'll meet a few days a week to do this. I will try to make all my fantasies with Leta a reality. I've already got my eye on her niece, I learned she's a big slut and has a very close relationship with her aunt.