Sinful desires{steamiest short stories}

Terry scanned the lithe petite young body contorting in front of him.

He drank in the contours of what he would have called a perfect ass, curvaceous hips and somewhere in the supple form in front he imagined small pert breasts.

He pulled down the bar to his chest as he took a deep breath and the inevitable sound of the weights lifting up then clunking down barely noticeable as he was mesmerized by the young beauty in front of him going through a stretching routine.

It was visions like this that made this gym membership worth the fortune he paid. Countless trophy wives, models and TV personalities worked out here. It was one of the perks looking at them while he sweated he told himself.

As the pretty blonde bent forward he fantasize about what it would be like to be behind her when she was like that.

She was young, perhaps 24 or so and with that petite figure that made her have an adolescent appeal, she was firm and supple and pretty in that wholesome healthy way.

Flawless skin and sweet round and cute facial features highlighted by large blue glistening eyes. He noticed them peering through her legs as their eyes met. He thought he saw a smile.

He pretended to pull his weights down to his chest with a renewed force. He was fit for 48. His personal trainer had made sure of that.

The ogling and fantasizing over young women had become the extent of his sex life. His wife had divorced him finally six months ago and apart from a hurried and unsatisfying liaison with a prostitute in Hong Kong he hadn’t had sex for almost a year.

He had suffered impotence and then his wife’s affairs had left him bitter and disappointed and his confidence was way down, that was why he swore to get fit and renew his physical prowess perhaps. In the business world he was outrageously successful and even his

wife’s attack on his bank account and assets had barely dented his wealth status and power in business.

The yoga position the blonde had moved into emphasized her small perky perfect globe breasts.

Terry loved small breasts. They reminded him of a clumsy adolescent making out where he had successfully fondled girls’ boobs in the back seats of cars.

The pretty blonde was like that fantasy coming back to him. He had lost count on his chest pull weights and was conscious of the stirring within his shorts and adjusted himself discreetly as he let the bar swing back to rest.

The blonde stood up and he took in the full vision of her sweet form. Dressed in tight lycra pink halter-top and tiny matching shorts she was divine. He had seen glimpses of her sexy little panties peeking through the legs of the shorts as she contorted in front of him.

Now she stood in front of him drinking gulps of water from her bottle he found himself audibly moaning. She smiled as she walked past him towards the water fountain. Terry had the sudden urge to refill his own bottle.

Alicia’s awareness of the effect she had on men had become obvious by the time she was 19.

It was particularly older men who seemed to want to take care of her like a father for a daughter. After a few disappointing relationships with men her own age she met an unbelievably wealthy man in his late forties and had the most torrid and sexually exciting relationship of her life.

He had fallen so heavily in love and lust with her that he had set her up in a fashionable apartment, showered her in gifts of lingerie, jewelry and anything else she wanted. Alicia was not a demanding woman. In

fact she had struggled early on to maintain her independence and show her appreciation for her man enthusiastically and with genuine devotion.

At 25 she still had the apartment but the lover had moved overseas and only saw her in short passionate bursts. It had been him that played for the gym and health club. She didn’t realize how one episode of

having a sugar daddy would translate into the habit she now had of attracting wealthy men.

She knew Terry was looking at her. Every move she made had been expertly designed to draw his attention to her. She knew he would follow him to the water fountain. They always did.

She smiled her sweet innocent smile at him as he approached. Finishing refilling her water bottle she pulled her shoulders back and adjusted her posture so he would glance at her sweet cleavage.

‘ I must have been giving you quite a show from where you were sitting.’ She purred cheekily.

‘ Mmmmm quite an inspiration to an old fella like me. Sorry to ogle you but you are incredibly pretty.’ Terry stumbled over his words but felt a compliment would at least help.

‘Oh that’s alright, you’re very sweet saying that. I’m Alicia Honeyton.’ She held out her small hand which he took and shook. He couldn’t take his eyes off her smile or help himself running them up and down her curvaceous form.

‘Terry Blamey, I have more compliments if it will help.’ Something about her seemed to provoke this kind of flirting.

They moved to the treadmills and both began the walks that led to runs and for half an hour they ran alongside each other glancing at each other and smiling frequently until a dance tune emanated from her gym bag.

She stopped the machine and reached down and took out her cell phone. Terry strained to listen in on her conversation and to look at her sweet body glistening with perspiration from her run.

Alicia planned her liaisons well. The phone call was meant to be her boyfriend ringing to say he couldn’t give her a lift home from the gym.

‘Oh damn! I haven’t got a ride home. My lift has been called away interstate.’ She looked sad and a little angry. She never said the word boyfriend but Terry suspected it was by the look of disappointment on her face.

‘ I’d be happy to give you a lift if you don’t mind riding with an old perv like me.’

‘ You’re not an old perv, you’re sweet and I’d love to ride with you.’ I’m going to hit the shower now. Shall I meet you outside?’All content is © N0velDrama.Org.

Terry noticed the outline of her nipple through the sweaty halter-top. Alicia was always thrilled at how easy it was to seduce these guys. It gave her a real rush to know this guy was drooling over her every move.

She walked with her sweet sexy sway toward the change rooms letting Terry drink in every hot curve of her body.

Terry rushed to his change room with a growing erection in his shorts and thanked heaven for the private room he had to shower in. Nursing an erection in a room full of guys in a shared room would have dire consequences. By the time he had used too much soap on his cock he pulled himself back to reality and

dressed hurriedly in a white sports top and tracksuit.

Alicia had masturbated in the shower. Seduction always made her horny. She dried herself and dressed in a sweet hot pink halter dress with no bra and slid on pink silk bikini panties and high heel shoes.

When she emerged from the change rooms she knew Terry ‘s pulse would race. She knew that sitting in the car her tight skirt would rise up high showing off her shapely thighs. She knew he would glance at her hem in hope of catching a glimpse of her panties. She knew he was already hard for her.

The conversation in the car was consistently flirty and led easily to her invitation to join her for a drink. They walked to the Art Nouvea apartment block smiling and giggling like lovers on a first date.

Terry didn’t realize how quickly the sequence of entering the apartment getting the drink and flirting had led to kissing. Nor how much he would want her when they did. Somehow though it had and he did want her desperately.

When he moved a hand to her small supple breasts and cupped them she moaned encouragingly. He pinched her nipples through the thin tightly stretched fabric of her halter and gloried in the erect response and the sweetness of her kiss.

‘ You can touch me if you want. Do you want to? Only I’m getting excited here.’