Chapter Two Back to the Gym
Back to the Gym
The day after Melody’s unexpectedly hot workout with Red, she was trying to focus on her editing. She wanted to get the videos edited and uploaded so she could take a nap before another trip to the all-night gym.
It ended on some glorious footage of her doing yoga cooldowns, all sweaty and sexy, striking poses that were nearly pornographic with her tight workout clothes.
She uploaded the video, along with two sample clips of her doing sexy workouts and went to bed.
When she woke up late in the morning she was gratified to see over a thousand “likes” for the free clips and a couple hundred dollars’ worth of purchases and tributes for the full video.
“Not bad at all,” she said, checking her balance for the site. At this rate, she’d have her entire college tuition paid off with a summer of workout and lingerie videos.
She really wanted to hire an editor to streamline the whole process, but that would require more money. Which meant back to the gym.
Thinking of Red possibly being there added to her incentives. She knew it was stupid and slightly dangerous to be tempting fate with the old geezer, but she was thrilled by the thought of getting some more of that good grandpappy dick after a hot workout.
She dressed in skintight gray leggings that showed off her luscious, squat-enhanced booty and a pink compression top that enhanced her cleavage to impressive proportions. A simple ponytail, a little makeup, and her favorite sneakers finished her look.
She waited until late, late at night to have that empty gym she preferred and increase her odds of running into Red again. Fitness World was perfectly dead at 2:00 AM and her heart was hammering in her chest the whole time she was doing her routine. Not just because of the cardio.
It was while she was squatting that she saw a familiar figure in a grimy trench coat making his way back to the men’s locker room. Red had arrived. She wanted to go to him right away, but she needed to finish her workout for her videos.
Her new camera move was to put her phone down on the floor and do her squats almost directly over it so that it would seem like she was sitting on the face of her horny viewers each time her ass and her luscious camel toe descended.
She strengthened her glutes, her thighs, and her hips with her raunchy workout and then moved on to weight training before ending with a run on the incline treadmill.
She always got some nice jiggling booty shots on the treadmill.
She was flushed and sweaty and panting by the time she finished her cooldown stretches.
She rushed through them a bit in her eagerness to check on Red hanging out in the men’s locker room.
She waited until the cleaning woman started vacuuming the carpets and slipped into the men’s locker area, into a maze of wooden benches and walls of blue lockers.
Only half of the lights were on, lending the bathroom a dark, spooky atmosphere.
“Red?” She called, just loud enough to be heard over the distant whirr of the vacuum. “Red are you in here?”
“That you, Melody?” Red poked his head out of one of the dark corners of the locker room. He looked rough, like he hadn’t had much sleep, and had a thick scruff of beard grown in just the short time since they had last met.
Up close, she could see the sparkle still lingering in his cloudy eyes. A surge of desire pulsed through her body. Memories of his hands, his lips, and his cock flooded through her.
“Oh, Red,” she sighed. “It’s me.”
Before Melody knew what she was doing, she grabbed his shoulders and pulled him into a heated kiss.
Their mouths joined in a torrid spit swap, tongues tangling and exploring each other's mouths. The kiss tasted like cigarettes and cheap wine and too long on the streets. A musty, bitter flavor that only excited Melody more. An old man’s kiss. A grandpappy’s kiss.
Why did she like it? What was wrong with her? She didn’t have answers and, at the moment, she didn’t care.
Red’s big, bony hands roamed over her back, squeezing and caressing her firm, curvy body through her workout clothes.
She moaned into his mouth, pressing her heaving breasts against his chest. They made out sloppily, wet and lewd with saliva, lost in a haze of taboo desire.
Melody’s lust was stoked by the inherent naughtiness of being kissed so passionately and groped so eagerly by such an old man.
“Mmmmmmm,” she nibbled on his lower lip before sucking it into her mouth. He groaned, pulling her even closer, one hand dipping down to grope her round ass through those gray workout leggings.
“Mmmmmm… Melody… you’re makin’ my ticker pound,” rasped Red. “And my pecker twitch.”
“Good,” she giggled against his lips. “It’s important to maintain a high heartrate during a workout.”
Their messy kisses grew more heated by the second. They were practically tongue fucking. Tongues thrusting wildly, they slurped and sucked on each other's mouths, exchanging spit lewdly. Drool dribbled down their chins as they groped and pawed at each other's bodies with desperate need.
As their lips locked again and again, Melody felt Red growing hard against her thigh. His cock was straining against the fabric of his ragged trousers. It throbbed with each pulse of need, swelling bigger and stiffer under her touch.
Unable to resist, she slid her hand down to palm the bulge, stroking him through the rough material.
He grunted into her mouth, hips bucking up to meet her touch.
She squeezed his rigid length and felt it twitch eagerly in her grasp.
They continued their sloppy makeout session, all wet smacks and heavy breathing, as she rubbed him faster.
Pre-cum dampened his pants where her fingers worked furiously.
Lost in the taboo need of the moment, she tugged impatiently at his fly, popping open the button and yanking down the zipper. His thick erection sprang free, smacking against her knuckles. She wrapped her fingers around his shaft, pumping him in time with the frenzied flicking of their tongues.
“Ohhhhhh yeaaahhh, stroke Grandpappy’s dick,” groaned Red.
She kept her mouth close to his as she licked her fingers, then smashed against his lips again for another passionate kiss.
As their tongues tangled anew, she reached for his cock with those spit-soaked fingers.
Slimy, obscene sounds filled the air as she fervently stroked his swollen cock.
He grunted against her lips and thrust through her pumping grasp.
“Oh, Red, I need more,” she moaned.
“Darlin’, you need that pecker inside you,” agreed Red.
Panting heavily, they broke apart from the slobbery kiss.
Without another word, she stripped naked, peeling off her sweaty workout clothes and baring her youthful curves to him.
Red watched and he undressed. Once he was naked, his long, reddening cock bobbing obscenely, she took his hand and led him inside the gym showers.
In moments, steam rose from the tile walls as they stepped under the spray, warm water cascading over their entwined bodies.
Rivulets ran down her curves, pouring from the prominence of her bust and spilling down her luscious ass.
His callused hands skimmed along her sides, gathered her tits in his rough grasp, thumbs brushing across the stiff buds of her nipples.
“Grandpappy,” she gasped at his caress.
Goosebumps prickled at his touch. Slowly, reverently, he cupped her tits, kneading the supple flesh.
Water droplets beaded on her hardened nipples as he rolled them between his fingertips.
He kissed her creamy flesh. He let his tongue and lips wander lazily over her breasts.
He lapped at her pink nipples, circling and sucking at each.
Making lewd, wet popping sounds as he slurped at her sensitive flesh.
Melody panted and clung to his head as he worshipped her tits. She writhed against his hip and felt his hardness pressed against her stomach.
Red stopped his sucking and turned her suddenly in his arms. He slid his palms downward, he gripped her wide hips, thumbs digging into the meat of her ass cheeks.
He pulled her flush against him, grinding his stiff cock into the cleft of her buttocks.
She gasped, arching her back to push her rear against the wet pillar of his hardness.
“Ohhhh yeeeaahhh you can put it in my ass if you want,” moaned Melody, rocking her hips and so horny she would have let Red do anything to her.
“Not today, sugar, but I’ll keep that in mind,” chuckled Red. “You’re as hot as a black tin roof on a summer afternoon. I think I gotta cool you down.”
One hand snaked around to slip between her thighs, seeking out her aching sex.
Rough fingers stroked her slick folds and then parted her puffy lips.
He callused fingers circled her sensitive bud, teasing mercilessly until she whimpered with want.
Two digits pushed inside her tight channel, curling to hit the spot inside her that only Red seemed able to find.
She bit her lip and whined through her teeth, rocking against his hand, riding his plunging fingers as he finger-fucked her hard and fast.
“Oh, fuck, Red, you know just how to touch me,” she moaned, turning to him over her shoulder.
The old man pressed his wet body against her back, his cock still grinding between her cheeks as he leaned over her shoulder and pressed kissed to her neck and cheek. She turned her face to his and he recaptured her with his urgent kiss.
"Mmmph!" She cried out against his lips, tongue tangling with his as her pussy spasmed around his invading fingers. Waves of ecstasy crashed over her, making her jerk her hips even faster and buck against his teasing cock.
Red swallowed her moans, kissing her deeply and fencing his tongue against hers. When he spoke, it was short, and hot, and urgent against her lips.
“Cum for me, sugar,” he growled, adding a third finger thrusting into her pussy. “Cum on those fingers.”