It was getting late in the evening. I was at the gym, working out a little. Just a little, because I wasn’t super motivated. I usually go in the late afternoon, but work got in the way that day. Still, I wanted to exercise, so I decided to go at night. I’m 53, so I think it’s important to keep up with my fitness and figure. Not that I’m complaining—I’m tall, slim, and pretty toned. That’s partly from going to the gym, of course, but I’m lucky to have good genes too. [Photo other sporty girl]

The gym wasn’t very crowded that evening. There were a few bodybuilders taking selfies, two older women chatting while walking on the treadmills, some young guys messing around with weights, and a couple of young women hanging around them.

I always enjoy watching the other gym-goers. I noticed the three guys trying hard to get the attention of the two women, probably to impress them. They seemed about 17 to 19 years old. Maybe they knew each other from outside the gym or saw each other here often. The guys were really trying, but the women didn’t seem too interested.

The two women were also looking around at the other people in the gym—the bodybuilders, the older women, and even me.

One of the women, Sarah, was blonde with medium-length hair in a tight ponytail. She was about 5’5”. The other, Emily, was a bit taller, maybe 5’9”, with dark hair also in a tight ponytail. They wore matching outfits: tight black leggings and bright crop tops that showed off their stomachs. It seems like young women these days dress to show off their curves. And honestly, both had great figures—firm, round butts and full breasts. Sarah had a bit more up top, probably a full C cup, while Emily was maybe a B cup.

I was on the stationary bike, cooling down, when I noticed Sarah and Emily talking. Sarah glanced at me, and then Emily looked my way too. I could almost hear them thinking, What’s that old guy doing, showing off? I was about to stop when Sarah looked at me again and smiled. She had a nice smile, full lips, and great teeth. Guess I wasn’t totally written off. I smiled back. Emily looked over and gave me a bright smile too. Well, that feels good for an old guy like me, I thought. They kept chatting and giggling, as young women do.

I finished biking and was resting on the bike, sipping some sports drink, when Sarah and Emily walked over. They stopped by my bike.

“Hey, are you done?” Sarah asked. I nodded, swallowed my last sip of drink, and said, “Yeah, I’m calling it a day. Worked hard enough.”

“Haha, you sure did,” Emily said. “We saw you sweating—it looked good!”

“What about you two?” I asked. “Good workout, or just flirting with those guys?”

They both burst out laughing. “Haha, no, those boys aren’t our type, right, Sarah?” Emily said. Sarah winked at her friend and said, “Nope, we like guys with more experience, more… manly.”

“You take great care of yourself!” Sarah said suddenly, her eyes scanning my body. “Do you work out a lot?”

“Uh, yeah, quite a bit,” I said, a little thrown off by how bold and direct she was.

“How old are you?” Emily asked. Before I could answer, Sarah said, “He’s gotta be, like, 40 or 41.” I admitted, a bit shyly, that I was actually 53. Emily winked at Sarah and said, “Told you I was right!” Apparently, they’d been talking about me and guessing my age while working out.

“What about you two?” I asked, still a little flushed. “I’m 19, and Sarah’s 18,” Emily said for both of them. Sarah nodded and added, “But I’m turning 19 next week!” not wanting to seem younger than her friend.

“Cool,” I said. “You both look a bit older, honestly, maybe 21.” A small white lie—I know young women like to be seen as a bit older, especially since they called the gym guys “little boys.” Sarah smiled, clearly pleased with the compliment.

“I’m gonna hit the showers,” I said. “You two still working out?”

“Nah,” Sarah said quickly. “Emily and I are heading to the showers too, to wash off the sweat and soap up.” Emily laughed, and I chuckled nervously. These two were something else. Honestly, the thought of them soaping up gave me a little tingle. I pictured their curves covered in suds as they walked toward the locker room. I watched them go, getting a great view of their round butts, and for a moment, I let my mind wander to how they’d look in the shower, soap sliding over their skin.

Suddenly, Sarah looked back and winked at me. Then she grabbed Emily’s hand, and they disappeared into the locker room. Wow, I thought. These girls are teasing me right in the middle of the gym. Two barely legal women flirting with a guy old enough to be their dad—it was wild. I hurried to the men’s locker room, stripped down, and got in the shower. Thankfully, it was empty, because I was already half-hard. Under the water, I gave myself a quick tug, and it didn’t take long to get fully hard. Man, those girls are something. I turned the water colder to cool off and washed up quickly.

After the shower, I got dressed, spritzed on some cologne, and headed outside. As I left the gym, I saw Sarah and Emily by their bikes, laughing as Sarah unlocked hers. Emily spotted me and waved. I walked over since my car was parked nearby. They’d changed clothes. Emily was wearing a short skirt, a satin blouse, and high-heeled boots, looking like she was headed to a party. Sarah was more casual in tight jeans, a fitted white T-shirt, and sneakers.

“Hey, handsome,” Emily said boldly. “All fresh and clean from your shower?”

I felt my face heat up. “Yup,” I said. “You two all showered too?”

“Oh yeah,” Emily said. “It was nice.” She winked at Sarah. “I’m heading out,” she told Sarah. “Have fun, babe,” Sarah replied. “You too, sweetie,” Emily said, giving Sarah a quick kiss. They both giggled.

“See you next time,” Emily said to me before pedaling off.

I was a bit surprised as she left. Sarah noticed and said, “Emily’s going to see her boyfriend. He texted her to come over, and she was in the mood, so she’s stopping by his place before heading home.”

“Got it,” I said. “And you? Heading to your boyfriend since she wished you fun too?”

“Nah,” Sarah said. “I’m single. I do what I want.”

“Nice,” I said. “How long have they been together?”

“About six months,” Sarah said. “She met him at a bar last year, and they hook up now and then for some casual fun.” My face flushed again. This girl was so open.

As we talked, I walked toward my car, and Sarah walked her bike alongside me. “Does Emily mind the age difference?” I asked, curious.

“Nope,” Sarah said. “We both like older guys. That wasn’t a joke back in the gym. Those young boys? Not for us. I tried dating a guy my age once, and it was a flop. Older guys, though? Much better experiences.”

We reached my car, and I unlocked it. “What about you?” Sarah asked with a sly smile. “Do you like younger women? I saw you checking us out when we walked to the locker room.” She winked. “Were you looking at our butts?”

I felt my face go red. I couldn’t admit a 53-year-old guy was staring at two teens’ butts, could I?

Sarah laughed, sensing my awkwardness. “It’s okay,” she said. “I’m used to guys checking me out. Be honest—did you think about us in the shower?”

“Uh…” I stammered. “Maybe a little.” I couldn’t help it—my eyes drifted to her body. She looked amazing, all those curves hugged by her tight clothes. Was she not wearing a bra? Her nipples seemed to poke through her shirt.

Sarah put her bike on its kickstand and stepped closer. “Or did you imagine Emily and me soaping each other up?” she teased, winking again. I turned bright red and started to stutter. This girl was such a flirt. “Haha,” she laughed. “Feeling shy? You’re cute, you know—handsome, fit, great body. Do you think I’m cute too?”

She glanced down at my crotch, where a bulge was starting to show. “Looks like you do,” she said with a grin.

Slowly, her hand moved to my jeans, brushing over the bulge. “Mmm, feels nice,” she said, looking into my eyes. “Want me to help you out?” she asked, biting her lip. I groaned as she rubbed me. “I’ll take that as a yes,” she whispered. She undid my belt, unbuttoned my jeans, and pulled down the zipper. Her hand slid over my boxers, massaging me as I got fully hard. Then she tugged my jeans and boxers down, leaving me exposed in the parking lot, my erection in her hand.

“Wow, that’s a nice one,” Sarah said. She wrapped her hand around me and started stroking gently, her eyes locked on mine to gauge my reaction. I moaned softly. “Like that, handsome?” she asked. Her other hand cupped my balls. “Nice and full,” she said, clearly pleased with my response. “All for me?”

I was starting to regain some control. Time to check her out too. Her tight T-shirt showed off her breasts, and I could definitely see her hard nipples—no bra. “You’ve got great breasts,” I said. “Lift your shirt.”

Sarah obeyed, pulling up her shirt to reveal two perfect, perky breasts. She kept stroking me, her other hand still on my balls. With her skilled hands and the view of her chest, I knew I wouldn’t last long. She seemed to sense it too. “Gonna come, handsome?” she whispered. “Where do you want it—on my chest or in my mouth?” She licked her lips.

I couldn’t even answer. I felt the pressure building, and the first spurt hit her bare stomach. She quickly bent down, taking me in her mouth like a pro. The rest of my load followed, and I emptied into her eager mouth. She swallowed hard, struggling to keep up. When I was done, she stood up, wiped the cum off her stomach with her hand, and licked it off. “Mmm, you taste good,” she said playfully. She pulled her shirt down and hopped on her bike. “See you around?” she asked with a sweet smile. As she rode off, she looked back and gave me one last wink.