Mrs. Mower toweled off in her steam-fogged bathroom. To her dislike, rubbing the thick cloth made her lower body jiggle as she dried off. She hanged up the white towel and wiped off the moisture from the mirror with her hand. When she saw her reflection, the comments her husband and Mr. Rungard had recently made came to mind. Her husband said she would look good in a tight pair of polyester police pants, if a pair would fit over her ass. During their last romp, he'd referred to her as a PAWG. She had to do a web search to find the term. And, like her husband, Mr. Rungard called her butt the juiciest he'd seen. The two men meant them as compliments, she knew without a doubt, but the comments made her see an over-sized butt. If she were in a rap video she might not feel as she did, but there were no cameras rolling, not at the moment at least.
Her butt had been a concern of hers since she was young. Boys would pinch her and run away, laughing. These many years later, she considered her rear end her worst asset. Standing in front of the mirror, she decided to fix it, as much as she could.
The next day, she handed the attendant her credit card and he gave her a year-long pass to the gym. She walked through the gym. The weights clanked, and men heaved barbells as they worked their bodies. Rows of treadmills whirred as ladies with tight little buns jogged and watched television. People played basketball on the indoor court, and a teenage boy was climbing a rock wall.
She walked on the treadmill for half an hour but got bored. She did some leg and butt workouts, which she had found online. She was tired out and decided she'd done enough for her first time in the gym, so she headed to the indoor pool. She glided in the clear water, waist-deep. It was cold, making her nipples constrict. They were probably noticeable to everyone, since she had packed her body into the swimsuit. To her disappointment, in the pool, there were only senior citizens and mothers with young kids.
In the women's locker room she noticed a sauna. She shed her bathing suit, rinsed off in the shower quickly and, with only a towel wrapped around her, stepped into the small room. The heat took her breath away for a moment. She sat on an upper row of wooden benches and let herself get accustomed to the high temperature and the dry air.
She was alone so she dropped the towel, baring her heavy freckled breasts but kept her lap covered. Soon, close by, she heard giggling and quiet chit-chat and more giggling. Then the sauna's door opened. In stepped a brunette girl and her boyfriend. Both of them were flirting and playing when they came in but were silenced when they saw the bare-chested Mrs. Mower.
"Oh, god, I am so sorry," the girl said, aghast.
Mrs. Mower opened her eyes, and saw the girl's embarrassment and the boy's astonishment. He had been sexually sucker-punched. He was obviously staring at her tits. His mouth fell open but then then twisted into a grin. His petite, young girlfriend was all but forgotten.
Mrs. Mower noticed that her breasts were much larger than the girl's, though hers were perkier. For some reason, Mrs. Mower's tits 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.
While awkward, Mrs. Mower was pleased to know she still had the power to catch and keep the attention of all sorts of men, no matter the age.
Mrs. Mower visited the gym regularly, working out and watching people. She started to attend a yoga session and a kickboxing class. She was feeling better even if the police department didn't have a pair of polyester pants that would fit her ass.
One evening, she laid down on a weight bench, ready to give the weight bar a few pumps. Before she could lift the bar from the rests though, someone asked her, "Do you need a spotter, ma'am?"
She looked above her to see a young man. She sat up. "Ma'am?"
"Hi, I'm Brad."
The same guy had barged into the sauna with his girlfriend a few weeks ago.
"It's only forty-five pounds. I think I can lift it. And my name is Karen, not 'ma'am.'"
"Try a couple of lifts and then may be we can add some weight," he suggested.
On her back, she lifted it easily four times. Before the fifth, he stopped her.
"You can up this weight."
She looked up at him. "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 from her back.
Brad was confused. "Huh?"
"Nevermind, an old song from the 80s." She knew they were from different eras. He knew nothing about hers and, well, she knew more than he thought about his.
He added ten-pound plates to both sides of the bar and slid on the metal guards. "Just a couple more pounds. Nothing to worry about."
She laid on her back once more. Feet pressed onto the rubber floor mat, hands gripping the weight bar, she lifted and set the bar back on the rests. She tilted her head back and looked up at him. He was tall and she thought he was kind of cute from that angle. Nice head of curly hair, a young muscular body, strong hands. "This is going to be a lot heavier. Be ready to help."
"I got you on this, don't worry. I'll help lift it if you need any. You got this though. Power through it."
She settled in again. She heaved the bar from the rests and held it directly above her chest. Her biceps and triceps wriggled but tightened when she brought the bar down and then pushed it up. One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Then Brad guided the bar onto the rests.
"Great job. I knew you could do it."
"That was easier than I thought." She decided to keep this guy around for a little while. He 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 trotted to the weight tree and took two small plates. Mrs. Mower watched him move. A lean young man, she noticed he had toned the muscles in his arms and shoulders. His legs were strong and he had a cute butt. He matched the tiny girl he had come into the sauna with.
Brad positioned himself at the head of the weight bench and helped Mrs. Mower lift the weight bar from the rests.
"Ready for this?" he asked.
She lowered the bar and it came down faster than she expected. Her arms took the weight though and she heaved it up.
"One," he said.
She lowered and lifted it again.
Down and up.
Down and up.
She gritted her teeth and felt sweat bead along her scalp. Her biceps and triceps were near their maximum. She heaved it up.
"Five. You got this. 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."
She brought the bar down but, going up, her right arm raised higher than her left. She couldn't raise the bar, which put it at an awkward angle. Brad reached down to offer help. When he did, his shorts brushed over Mrs. Mower's face. She glanced up, to see Brad packed tightly in a tiny pair of gray underwear. In that quick moment, she noticed he was pleased to be working with her.
Mrs. Mower, with Brad's help, put the weight bar in its rest. She sat up and wiped her forehead with the back 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."
His comment surprised Mrs. Mower. She spun toward him. He'd been watching her.
"Over the past few months?"
A comment from her husband came to mind. He had dubbed her a MILF. Looking it up, she was impressed to be a mother I'd like to fuck. But from her husband, it was only nice to hear, since he was already banging a MILF regularly. But when a young guy was sending suggestive messages, the MILF label had more umph. At the gym, she thought she was the one scanning the scene, but others on the scene we're checking her out. She wondered how many more people.
She thanked him for his help and his encouragement. "I've enjoyed coming to the gym. It's been good for me."
"How often do you make it here?" he asked.
She huffed with a smile. Like he didn't know.
"Three times a week at the most. Work, grading papers after school, cleaning the house, it all takes up most evenings. Thankfully, I have a husband who can cook and handle the laundry and a lot more. He's a savior."
As soon as she mentioned him, Brad put a distance between them.
"Relationships are best when both people are willing to do their part," he said. He stepped back as if she was untouchable. But he hadn't left yet. She heard a hint of disappointment in his voice and in his demeanor.
"You have a girlfriend these days?"
"Had. We broke up a month or two ago. I'm in college now. Life separates people at times."
She touched his arm, wondering how he'd react. "Yes, it does, but there are more girls out there. Look at them all in here. Cute butts everywhere."
She noticed her touch flipped his demeanor. He caught her signal. "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," Mrs. Mower said, with a wanton smile.
"I am embarrassed about 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." He eyes moved right and left, looking all around the room.
"Don't worry about it." She touched his hand again. "I get a lot of looks from, well, from everywhere. I teach middle school math."
Brad stood there, quietly. He may have been getting over what he had just admitted to this 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 became like a shy boy attempting to ask out a long-time crush.
She encouraged him with a smile to be more straightforward. She wondered if the idea of her as a married woman threw him off track.
"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?"
He was bowled over by her quick yes. He must not have thought this woman would go for his suggestion. Seeing a willing woman, he became more outgoing, strong, confident.
"I think the men's sauna is more keen in allowing in the opposite sex."
Standing and patting off herself chest and neck with the towel, she leaned closer to him and let her breasts brush up against him. "I like how you said that word."
"No. How you said sex."
If they were in a boxing ring, Mrs. Mower would have knocked him to his knees in the first round.
"Brad," she spoke slowly and doused her question with keen interested. "What do you want to do in the sauna?"
"Let's see what happens."
To her surprise, his response showed a measured repose. He was not some horny young man who'd fuck any girl that came along. He was willing to play and play hard for her.
He led her from the workout room, passed the rock-climbing wall and into the men's locker room. It was empty.
At a locker, he slid his shirt over his head and glanced over his shoulder before he let his shorts drop to the floor. "You going in the sauna like that?" he asked.
Mrs. Mower had been slower than Brad in getting ready for the sauna. Biding her time to get a sense of what Brad had in mind. He was going to have to lead the way.
Without responding she took off her shirt and pulled down her shorts, standing there in a tight sports bra and underwear. Equaling what he had shed.
He tossed 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 smirked. He took down his jockeys and this time surprised Mrs. Mower. She could not conceal her thoughts. She stared like he had stared at her when he had unexpectedly walked in on her topless.
She breathed but would not give him more leverage in their sexual dual than necessary. She merely said, "Nice tight butt."
Without a towel, he stepped to the sauna door. "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, Mrs. Mower, just try."
That taunt steamed her up. If he hadn't been so damn cute and flirtatious, she would have walked out in pure spite. But it was him. No, it was his desire to pursue and capture and, once captured, take for his own. He had hunted her down since she first came to the gym, caught her tonight by playing calm, cool, and then proving himself powerful. And a nice-sized dick hung from the front of him. He was likely a go-hard, go-long young man. Everything was waiting for her in that hot, hot room.
She peeled off the sweaty bra. Released, she massaged her heavy tits after they had been packed too tight in the unbreathable fabric. She lifted them and squeezed. She tweaked her nipples, which had been crushed too uncomfortably when they hardened during her workout with Brad.
Mrs. Mower shimmied her sports underwear over her thighs and down to her ankles. While doing so, the locker room door creaked opened and an old man with a round belly rounded the corner.
"Oh my!" he exclaimed. "I'm sorry I didn't ..." He left, scooting out the same door he came through.
She turned back, smiling
Naked and a towel in hand, she walked into the sauna to see Brad, soaking in the heat. The white rough knit towel covered only his waist.
As the door closed, he stepped forward, pinned her against the wooden wall, and kissed her. He nibbled on her earlobe, tugging on it. He kissed the base of her neck. His hands cupped her butt, moved over her hips, passed her waist, to cup her tits. He massaged them and kneaded them. He lifted her tits like they were precious. She put her head against the wall and let him move across her body, lightening their weight from her back. Her hands could not remain still for long. She dragged her fingernails over his shoulders, down his back, and burrowed them into his ass. He hissed in the sharp pain. She released her grip and scratched her way to his erection, then grabbed its 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 bench and guided her backward over 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 slid into the tight entry. The pleasure emanated around her lower body and spun her mind to where nothing else mattered. She bobbed slowly up and down, letting Brad's dick rush deep inside her narrow passage. His hands locked onto her waist to keep her steady. She felt his reactions to her pussy when his hands dug deep into her flesh. Along with his grip, he jolted faster into her in pure pleasure. He pumped into her without breaking.
Finally, Mrs. Mower pulled off of him. Before he could catch his breath from the sex and the heat, she sat on his cock facing him. She fed him 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 respond but her large boob popped into his mouth. He sucked and cherished those tits. He tugged the breast with his teeth and suctioned it with his lips and then let her tit fall out. He lapped her nipple, circled around it and flicked it with his tongue. He massaged them, kneaded them until Mrs. Mower had to stop him.
"I've wanted you since the day I walked in on you," he finally said.
"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 again and kneaded the heavy tit. She lavished his mouth.
The sex wasn't the only reason her head began to spin. Mrs. Mower climbed off of him and led him from the sauna and into the showers. She turned them on, and the water ran down their bodies. She put her hands on the wall, blocking him against the tiled wall. She leaned forward. "How is this woman compared to the other girls you've had?"
"Nothing's as good, you know what to do." He kissed her hard. He ran his hands down her back and grabbed her ass and put her toward the tiles.
She smiled proudly and backed up against his stiff dick. She bent over, legs straight and long. She aimed her ass at him.
She looked over her shoulder, into his eyes. "Fuck me hard and fuck me fast." She spread her ass cheeks wide, stretching them apart. Brad grabbed her and slid his cock inside of her pussy. Mrs. Mower felt the rod ram into her and rushed out. In and out, slapping against her butt and the water splashing on the tile floor.
Mrs. Mower pounded the white tiles wall. She flung her head back, water flying off her hair, as she enjoyed his dick deep inside. She reached back to put her hand on his hip. Brad grunted and rammed her harder and faster. More water splashing and splattering.
She stopped her rocking against him.
"My ass. I want it in my ass." She grabbed her cheeks and spread them again. She felt the head of his dick rub against her asshole. She winced when he pushed forward.
"Slow, ease it in," she guided.
Her hole expanded to allow the fresh cock to penetrate her. She felt the thick shaft drive in deep and then ease nearly pulling out. Then it drove in. Her asshole burned as it stretched, wide and tight, around Brad. She hissed in the pain, until her body adjusted to him. Then she ordered, "Give it to me."
They banged against each other. She loved the cock in her ass. She had wanted it for a while, and she should have gotten it sooner. She pressed her hands on the tiles, arching her back, feeling her ass cheeks bounce all around.
Moments later, she heard Brad's growl. She turned to see his teeth clench. She grabbed him and dug her nails again into his butt flesh. "Come on, finish it, boy! Give it to me!"
He sped up, going erratically. His body jolted. He paused and he filled her with his load of cum. He slowed and eased himself out of her. He leaned on the wall, catching his breath. She rested too against the cool tiles and unexpectedly felt the goo slide down her leg and then onto the floor and to the drain. "You gave me a quite a load."
She bowed her head under the water spraying from the shower head. "I needed that. Glad we met tonight."
Brad struggled to talk, following his explosion. "Me too" is all he could muster.
Later, Mrs. Mower entered her house, through the garage.
"Good night at the gym?" Mr. Mower said.
"Better than usual. I'm lifting more weight than before."
"Glad things are going well. You're looking better. Even a little less stressed. Keep it up."
Mrs. Mower walked by and he slapped her ass. "That is one great ass."
"You wanting some of it?"
He jumped off the couch, rushing behind her into the bedroom. She felt back on the bed. He climbed over her.