“Good afternoon, Mrs Winger.”
Ben looks round to see an attractive lady in her mid-forties rush through the gym reception. Her body is toned in tight lycra. Blue leather flip-flops slap against her feet as she comes past.
“Running late, Carol,” she calls over.
“Don’t worry, Mrs Winger. They won’t start the class without you,” the receptionist replies.
Ben’s entry to the facilities is taking longer as he has just joined online, and this is his first visit. Eventually, he makes it through to the other side of the turnstile and into the changing rooms. He meets up with one of his new classmates Ryan in the gym, who is working out while he waits to spot Ben weightlifting.
Ben leaves Ryan after twenty minutes, fuck he needs to ease himself in, it had been a while. He decides to check out the pool and eventually settles in the steam room.
He is the only one in there and sits relaxed, watching the sweat drip from his body. Just then the door opens, and Mrs Winger comes in. She has her light auburn hair scrapped back in a ponytail. With a black bikini on and rubber flip-flops, she settles opposite.
She slips her feet out of her flip-flops and pulls them up on the bench. Ben couldn’t help but notice her perfect red pedicure. Her skin is soft and a light pink shade of white. Now he has a closer look Ben reckons she is about forty. It’s clear she looks after herself.
Ben has brown medium-length hair and is in good shape for his age. He hadn’t quite got the same muscles as Ryan; he would need to spend more than twenty minutes in the gym to achieve that.
“I haven’t seen you here before,” she says.
“No, I just moved here and only joined today,” Ben replies.
“Well, what brings you to Cambridge?”
“I am at the university.”
“My son goes there too.”
“You don’t look old enough to have a son at university,” Ben says smiling.
“Oh, you are a charmer. How old are you?”
“Twenty-one.”
“Well, you can double it and add a couple of years for me.”
“You really don’t look it,” Ben says.
“What’s your name, charmer?”
“Ben. And you are Mrs Winger. I heard them say that when you came in.”
“Call me Diane.”
Steam filters through and the room suddenly has a thicker haze. Diane puts her legs down and crosses them. Ben watches beads of sweat run down her body. She rubs her neck and chest. She has great cleavage and amazing-looking boobs.
“You just have one son?”
“I have an eighteen year old daughter too. Andrea, she is and single at the moment; she always goes out with such arseholes. I’d love to see her with someone nice like you,” Diane says.
“What is it they say, ‘look at the mother before you go out with the daughter’. I like what I see, Diane.”
“Really. Why don't you take a closer look?”
Ben notices Diane’s wedding ring. It doesn’t put him off, he makes him want this sexy MILF even more. He gets up and moves over, settling next to her. Their bodies continue to sweat heavily. Diane pulls Ben in, and they kiss softly on the lips. Ben can taste her perspiration. She slides her tongue in his mouth and he does the same. Slow at first then more powerful. Diane rubs her lips with his as she nibbles.
Ben runs his hands along her wet legs and up to her flat stomach. His kisses move down her dripping body to her neck. She uncrosses her legs and caresses him, running her hands through his wet hair and along his back as his mouth reaches her chest. His tongue collects some perspiration from between her boobs, she tastes so good.
Diane moves her bikini bottom to one side and shows Ben her neat little pussy. He takes it as a signal and starts to touch her. Diane’s pussy is soft and wet, he slowly rubs her puffed lips, then slowly puts his fingers inside. Diane purrs as she welcomes him. They continue kissing, as more sweat runs down them.
“I want you inside me, Ben,” she says putting her hands on his hard penis.
“What would your husband say?” Ben asks.
“Daniel? Well, I won't tell him if you don't. Meet me outside the changing rooms in twenty minutes." Diane says getting up, covering her pussy and slipping her rubber flip-flops on.