Peach Valley Pleasures 3 (Sinful Selections #9)

Chapter One Melody’s New Moves

Melody’s New Moves

“Now you’re going to want to stretch before this workout or you might pull a muscle,” said Melody, posing for the camera in her tight pink cross strap workout top and leggings with ventilated mesh sides.

She looked especially gorgeous. Her makeup was on point and her blonde hair was back in a tight, bouncy ponytail. She struck several poses that emphasized her toned legs, the roundness of her ample posterior, and the strain her big tits were putting on her workout top.

She got down on her hand and knees with her booty to the camera and shamelessly arched her back. Someone watching her video would be able to clearly see the outline of her vulva and the indentation of her anus in the pink of her leggings. And Melody knew it. She wanted them to be drooling.

“Mmmnnnnn! That’s it! Now what you’re going to do is start with leg extensions to…”

She looked back at the camera to see one of the weightlifters walking between her and her mini tripod clipped to a weight bench. She dropped her head and sighed with annoyance as her pre-workout video was ruined for the third time.

“Come on guys, you’re totally messing up my flow,” she said to the body builders. Most of them were listening to earbuds and lost in their own world. The one that was listening gave her a shrug as he curled 75-pound weights.

She never actually managed to get a good video for her fans. That night, Melody vented about her struggling attempts to get started as a fitness influencer to her mom and stepdad at the dinner table.

“I have this killer body, but I can’t show it off at the gym because the guys are either being weird about it or getting in the way of my filming,” she said with frustration.

“Do you really need to show off your body on the Internet?” asked Dean, her stepdad, giving her a concerned look. “Why don’t you try exercising outdoors and wearing something a bit more…”

His voice trailed off as Melody and her mom both gave him a murderous look.

“Alright,” he said, hands up in apology. “I should keep my opinions on women’s bodies to myself.”

“Anyway,” said Melody, rolling her eyes and turning to her mother. “I think I should get a membership at that bougie gym downtown. You know, Aphrodite. They don’t let people record there which means I could video my stuff and just, you know, charm my way into getting them to let me do it.”

“Um, honey, memberships at that place are like a thousand dollars a month,” said her mother.

“Have you considered recording early in the morning?” suggested Dean. “Or maybe late at night? Fitness World is open 24 hours.”

Melody shook her head and rolled her eyes again.

“That’s such a…”

She hesitated. A smile started to spread on her face. “Actually, that’s a great idea. Thanks, dad. I could go at like one in the morning and do my videos then.”

“Well, maybe not that late,” suggested her mother.

After a long nap, Melody put on a white workout outfit that was a match for her pink outfit and just as good at showing off her curves.

It was a bit chilly so she wore a jacket over it as she went to Fitness World at nearly 2:00 AM.

It was perfect. So deserted that she barely even saw the lone staff member.

She was able to do her stretches and start recording her workout without any interruptions.

She had planned out every set in her workout to show off her body for the video.

Lots of posing on the weight bench, arching her back, or bending over.

She ended with a cardio run on the treadmill with a great view of her plump teenage tits bouncing with each step.

Not even her compression top could contain that jiggle.

She was just finishing up her routine when she heard something from the men’s showers.

She turned off the treadmill and crept closer, toweling sweat from her brow as she listened.

She could hear a shower and what sounded like someone quietly singing to themselves echoing off the tiles.

The Fitness World employee wasn’t around, so she crept into the men’s locker room.

On the bench next to the lockers was a large, overstuffed duffel bag and a pair of grimy boots with dirty socks hanging out of them. She sniffed from three feet away and it almost enough to knock her over. Somebody had been skipping laundry day.

She walked over to the duffel, prodding it with disgust. This clothing went beyond dirty gym attire. This smelled like months of sweat, unwashed funk, dirt, grim, even hints of piss and booze. A real gag-worthy mélange of aromas.

She turned to the shower, more curious than before, and pressed herself against the tiled entrance to peer through the steamy interior.

Most of the lights were off in the shower, but she could make out a sagging, unevenly hairy body that was very tan in places and very pale in others.

It took her several seconds to process what she was seeing as she made out the drooping cock and the slight paunch and then, the face of a man she recognized.

She knew this old man from her one wild day earlier in the summer.

It had been a one-time thing. A wild, unforgettable, but very stupid and risky encounter with the white-haired old man.

He could have been a lunatic or a creep, but he had turned out to be sweet, and she had done things with him that she would take to her grave.

She was sure she’d never see him again, but here he was, showering in her gym.

“Red? Is that you?”

He jolted with surprise, grabbing at his chest and falling back against the wall.

“Oh my god! I didn’t mean to scare you like that!” cried Melody, rushing into the steamy shower room and grabbing Red under his arms. She helped him upright and tried not to look at his cock as it brushed against her leggings.

“You?” He blinked against the water spraying his face and tried to focus his bleary eyes on her. He shook off his surprise and managed to stand up on his own. “Melody? I thought I’d never see you again.”

“I thought, well, I figured you died to be honest,” said Melody. “You’re really old and living on the streets. Seemed dangerous. Let me get you a towel. What are you doing here?”

She hurried and fetched one of the gym’s white towels and brought it back to Red as he shut off the water. He wrapped it around his withered hips and covered up his cock. She could see his geriatric dick stirring under the towel as he took in the sight of her in her sexy workout gear.

“I’m a member, young lady,” said Red. “Have been for years. They give me a discount so long as I only come after midnight to use the showers. Sometimes they let me catch a nap in the yoga room.”

“That’s nice of them,” said Melody.

“Some of ‘em are nicer than others,” said Red. “There’s one lady, Dorothy, who absolutely hates me and thinks I’m a pervert because she walked into the shower room and saw me washing my cock and balls.

Maybe I was a little erect at the time, but it didn’t have nothing to do with her.

If anything, I was probably dreaming of you and that special day of ours. ”

“I dream about that a lot too,” admitted Melody. “I still can’t believe I did all that in one day.”

“What, there was stuff other than what you did with me?” He raised an eyebrow, then picked up another towel and dried off his hair and freshly shaved face.

“Oh, Red, I did so much stuff that day,” giggled Melody.

“So what are you doing here at almost three in the morning?” asked Red. “I mean, I see you were workin’ out, but why now?”

“Oh, I’m trying to be an influencer,” said Melody. “I put on sexy outfits and do workouts and talk about protein and smoothies and my sleep schedule and stuff. People pay me with digital coins or subscribe to my sexy personal site.”

“You got one of them sex websites now?”

“Not like hardcore stuff, no,” giggled Melody. “My stepdad would kill me if he knew I was posting bathing suits and sexy workout clothes. One or two in my underwear showing off how supportive my new bras were. You know, to keep these under control.”

She squeezed her plump tits in her workout top and nearly caused her areolas to appear over the neckline.

“Those,” said Red, wetting his lips. “Ah, those are incredible.”

“You really think so?” Melody gave them another squeeze and looked down at them like she still hadn’t made up her mind that her big, perfect teenage tits were indeed perfect. “Yeah, I guess they are pretty awesome.”

“I don’t suppose you’re still feeling a certain way about a lonely old man?”

“Awwwww, Red,” she said, giving him a pat on his arm. “I really had fun with you, but I’m trying to put the things I did that day behind me. You know, be a good girl. Well, maybe not a good girl, but not the sort of girl to just randomly sleep with everyone she bumps into.”

“I’m not everyone though,” said Red, a bit hint of defiance creeping into his voice. He stood a little taller, looking down at her and meeting her gaze. “We had something. Me and you. It was hot, even if it was brief.”

“Welllllll it was hot,” she said, looking him over again. She could see all those splotches and liver spots and skin tags on him. The water was still dripping down his weathered body. There was that aged haziness in his blue eyes.

Red wasn’t exactly an Adonis. But that didn’t stop her from feeling a post-workout heat gathering between her legs and reaching up into her core. It was true, she always had a thing for older guys, and Red was the one her fantasies returned to most often.

He seemed to sense that she was giving him serious consideration. He grinned, grabbing her hips with both hands and pulling her closer, until her bouncy, bound breasts mashed against his chest. He squeezed her hips tighter, feeling the toned firmness beneath the softness of her ass.

“Oh, Red, but I’m all sweaty after my workout,” she gasped.

“That only makes you sexier, darling,” he rasped, leaning in and planting a hot kiss on her lips. His tongue circled the plush cushion of her lips before delving into the cover of her mouth.