Chapter Three A Brief Hiatus
A Brief Hiatus
Melody was rattled by her growing feelings for Red.
The last thing she needed just before going off to college was to get into a hot, heavy affair with an old homeless man.
Going to the gym and recording sexy workout content was her bread and butter as a fitness influencer, but she was afraid of seeing Red.
Afraid that he would be too much of a temptation and she would let herself slip into bad behavior with him.
Not that she wasn’t behaving badly at home.
While she was on hiatus from the gym, she was doing a lot of backyard bikini shoots and bedroom lingerie shoots.
The sort of thing that might have satisfied OnlyFans subs, but not the fitness crowd.
Her fans liked that content, but she could tell they were getting a bit tired of her not updating her workout videos.
They bombarded her with comments about wanting to sniff her sweaty pussy or lick her sweaty ass.
They were annoyed that she wasn’t showing off her toned legs or her big, juicy butt properly even when wearing a thong in the backyard.
Then there was the masturbation. Melody was always a prolific masturbator, but her recent encounters with Red had left her aching for more sex.
She couldn’t keep her hand off herself and had nearly been caught diddling her clit by her stepdad more than once.
Then there was the time her mom barged into her room bringing her laundry and Melody just barely had time to pull a blanket over herself to hide the dildo she had been pumping into her pussy.
It would have been one thing if her masturbation was holding her unwanted thoughts about Red at bay.
Instead, all the clit rubbing and dildo humping was only making things worse.
No matter what fantasy she was thinking about or what raunchy video she was watching, her thoughts turned to Red before her climax.
Regardless of what fantasy she tried, by the time she was cumming, she was picturing the old geezer pounding his dick into her and smacking her ass with his wrinkly old balls.
Her pleasure tightened around her dildo or her thrusting fingers, and she pictured him groaning and emptying his load into her slick cunny.
Pulse after hot pulse racing out of his old cock as she came on her fingers or clutched at that textured dildo shaft.
During her four-day break from the gym, she must’ve cum a dozen times to fantasies of being fucked or fingered or licked by Red.
Once she even came from fantasizing about sucking him off.
Luckily, nobody walked in with her on her knees and bobbing on her dildo vacuum sucked to the bottom of a chair while fingering herself frantically.
Finally, on the fifth day of not going to the gym to workout, she noticed a few of her subscribers were no longer following her account.
She posted a video of her doing a workout by her pool but received fewer likes and comments than her lingerie video from the day before.
It was impossible to deny: people were starting to tune out.
“I’ve got to get back to the gym,” she realized. “No matter the temptation.”
Going back to the scene of the crime and running into Red was the last thing she needed, but if she wanted to have a chance of success as a fitness influencer, she had to risk it.
Melody put on a pair of high-waisted, bun-hugging blue shorts and a matching titty-squeezing top that left her toned midriff bare and kept her big breasts under control.
She wore her favorite Nikes and a pair of stripy athletic socks.
Her blonde hair was back in a long, bouncy ponytail and her makeup was natural looking but emphasized her plump, pouty lips and cool blue eyes.
She arrived at Fitness World just after midnight and was relieved to see a couple of other customers working out.
Her relief was short-lived. The meathead in the Punisher t-shirt doing 100-pound curls and the jiggly MILF on the elliptical machine filtered out while Melody was still doing her warmups.
She was just moving on to the weight machines when a staff member made a circuit to check on the machines.
Dorothy was a decently pretty brunette with a totally killer bod.
She wore a baggy black Fitness World sweatshirt over a bright violet leotard that clung to her slender dancer’s body.
She stopped beside Melody as Melody was trying to set up a good camera angle for doing the leg press machine.
“Heyyyyy, just wanted to give you a heads up that we’ve been blessed again by that smelly hobo who takes showers in the men’s locker room. I am looking for any excuse to throw that guy out, so if he bothers you, please come to me. I’ll call the cops on him if I have to.”
Melody felt her heart race. Red was here? Already?
“Um, yeah, can’t you just throw him out anyway?” asked Melody, finally getting a good angle and clamping her mini tripod to the bench beside her. “I mean, without the cops.”
“No, unfortunately,” said Dorothy with an exaggerated sigh.
“I tried a couple weeks ago, and he argued with me and when the cops showed up he proved his membership was valid and asked to look at the video to prove he wasn’t bothering anyone.
But he totally was bothering people, it just wasn’t on the video.
Anyway, he’s probably harmless, but it’s just gross. So let me know.”
“I’ll do that,” said Melody.
Dorothy moved on and Melody went back to her workout.
She finished her weight routine and moved on to her cooldowns.
She was motivated and looked hot in the mirrors, but she also was distracted.
No matter how many cooldown reps she did, her body still felt taut and warm.
Her camel toe was fully on display, and she could see moisture starting to soak through the blue material.
Her fans might think she was sweaty, but Melody knew better. That was nectar oozing out of her pussy and the more she did squats and calf stretches, the more she was thinking about getting pounded by the old man in the men’s locker room.
Melody turned off her phone’s recording and gave the women’s locker room a long look. Then she looked back at the entrance of Fitness World.
“I should just leave. Get the fuck out of here. Forget about Red.”
But she had to get her gym bag from the women’s locker room and the entrance to that was right next to the men’s locker room. She glanced one last time at the entrance, at Dorothy listening to her earbuds at the front desk, and she let out a sigh.
“Just go to the women’s locker room, grab your bag, and get out,” she told herself.
She was quick about it, avoiding looking at the men’s locker room entrance as she veered into the women’s locker room.
Her fingers flew on her padlock and in seconds she had her jacket on over her workout clothes and her gym bag slung over her shoulder.
But when she walked out of the women’s locker room, she was faced with the entrance to the men’s locker room.
She hesitated and she heard a deep voice humming an old timey song that was echoing from the tiles.
She felt a hot throb in her cunt. She took a step closer.
And then another. Before she was fully conscious of what she was doing, her body had brought her into the musty, humid warmth of the men’s locker room.
He was just walking out of the shower when she saw him, his white hair hanging flat with moisture on his head and his rangy old body barely covered by a small gym towel around his waist. His shower kit in a nylon mesh bag over one shoulder.
He froze on the threshold of the locker area, still beaded with moisture.
“Melody?”
“Red… I… I’m sorry I ran out on you last time I was here,” she said.
He seemed to take in what she was saying and what she was doing in the men’s locker room and his face split into a lopsided grin.
“Well, hell, that’s alright,” he said, advancing slowly towards her. “I mighta come on a bit strong with all the Grandpappy stuff. It’s just, you are so beautiful, darling. Makes me feel all warm inside.”
“Y-yeah, I just… it does make me feel all warm inside,” she admitted, not stepping away from him. “It’s just, well, doing that in public was so risky. You know? And my head wasn’t in the right place. You know I’m going away to college soon?”
“Yeah, I figured, darling,” he said, running one hand up her arm to cradle her flushed cheek. “That’s okay. Any day I’m vertical is a treasure for me, especially when I get to spend some of it with a beautiful girl like you.”
“Oh, Red.” She turned her face towards his callused hand and kissed the inside of his palm.
“How about tomorrow we go do something together outside the gym? Go to the park and have a nice, private picnic in a little secret spot I know about.” He ran his thumb over her lips and stepped closer. His wet body brushed against her bare skin, and his other hand caressed her hip.
“You mean, like a date?”
“Mmmmhmmm,” said Red. “I been thinking about you the whole time we’ve been apart. I think I’d like to make it up to you for being a rascal, you know? Show you I can take care of you like a proper gentleman.”
“Um, alright,” said Melody, “I mean, it would be nice to… mmmmm…”
Her words were interrupted by a gentle kiss from the old man. His hands moved up her back and he pulled her closer, their kiss intensifying as she yielded her lips to him with a moan. Their tongues met and she melted into the freshly-brushed minty sweetness of his mouth.
“Oh, Red,” she moaned, dropping her gym bag and shedding her jacket as his big, rough hands caressed her and held her close.
“Melody, I missed you so much,” he growled between passionate kisses. “Your Grandpappy just feels so lonesome without you around to brighten up his days.”
“Red… mmmmmmphmmm… oh… I missed you too. I wanted… ohhhhh… I wanted to see you.”