If Elizabeth and her friends had known how many good-looking young men worked out at their neighborhood gym, they would have joined ages ago…
At forty-five, Elizabeth had it all - a great career, a beautiful home, and a stable marriage. The only thing she didn’t have was a satisfying sex life. She was thrilled she could still turn the heads of the sexy young men at the gym. After ten years of marriage, Elizabeth Downing craved a hard-bodied young man. When the other cougars in her gym club convinced her to try out the new gym manager, Elizabeth decided to go for it.
However, she didn’t expect the new manager to be her next-door neighbor, Nick.
Would she be able to resist his boyish charms?
Would he succumb to her seduction?
Find out in this new taboo milf romance.
“Oh, god,” Elizabeth moaned under her breath, grinding her pelvis down harder on the spin bike seat. Quickly, she looked around to make sure no one had heard her.
The spinning class was in full session. About a dozen people, mostly women, were on indoor cycles, riding along to the instructions of the woman leading the class. Luckily, Elizabeth was near the back of the room, surrounded by her friends.
Everyone seemed focused on the instructor at the front of the room, and no one seemed to be paying any attention to her. She, on the other hand, was focused on the tight ass on the young man on the cycle directly in front of her. She gasped again, and felt her nipples stiffen as she rubbed back and forth once more on the seat.
“What’s come over me?” she wondered silently, as the delicious tingling continued to sweep over her pussy. She’d been going to Lucky’s Gym now for about six months, and nothing like this had ever happened to her before. Spin class was a weekly event, and it had never affected her like this.
In fact, she hadn’t felt this aroused in months. Maybe even years.
Her small group of close friends all felt the same way, and they all enjoyed the eye candy of young, hard-bodied men who frequented the gym.
Elizabeth looked over at her friend Dyanna pedaling furiously on the bike next to hers. Five years older than her, Dyanna was in the best shape of all of them. A little over six feet tall, tan with long blonde hair, and blessed with a perpetually thin body. Thin that is, except for her breasts. Dyanna had a large pair of breasts, a gift from her first husband she had confessed one wine filled night, that were currently threatening to spill out of her sports bra.
Dyanna caught her glance and with a smile nodded towards the young man on the bike in front of them and started to pedal faster, as if she could catch up to him. Dyanna always was the wild one in their group.
Irresistibly, Elizabeth found her eyes following Dyanna’s, and they came to rest once more on the young man in front of them. She hadn’t noticed him before so he wasn’t one of the gym regulars. She guessed he was in his early twenties. Tall, easily over six feet, with a shock of pushed back blonde hair. His muscles seemed to ripple under his tight fitting tank top, and Elizabeth couldn’t help but wonder what he would look like without his shirt.
“Stop it,” she scolded herself. “He’s young enough to be your son.” Still, Elizabeth couldn’t stop her eyes from drifting down his body to his ass and thighs. He was wearing a pair of tight shorts that hugged his ass nicely. She wondered if it would feel as good as it looked.
She forced herself to focus on riding and picked up the pace. Riding was easier after all these months at the gym. She had lost almost thirty pounds and felt great. She had even rewarded herself tonight with a new workout outfit, forgoing her usual baggy shorts for a pair of colorful training tights. She felt bold wearing something that hugged her hips and legs so closely, like her body was on display.
“Maybe that’s what’s making me feel so randy,” she thought. It had started while she was warming up on the elliptical machine. As she worked out, she found herself picturing the various men working out naked. She had been surprised to feel a warm tingling begin in her lower abdomen. It was distinctly sexual in nature, despite its location, and as she worked out, it spread to the rest of her body. It felt so good in fact, that at first she didn’t want to leave the elliptical machine to join the spin class.
Once she started pedaling, she was happy to find the sexual tingling continuing. It still centered somehow in her abs, but now she had the added bonus of being able to grind her pussy against the bike seat.
“Give me ten more seconds, and then get up!” the instructor called, indicating they should stand up on their pedals and ride hard. ”Four more, three, two, and one!”
Elizabeth joined the roomful of riders standing and pedaling furiously on their stationary bikes. She groaned softly as she realized she had an even better view of the rear end of the rider in front of her. She could imagine his balls hanging down between his legs as he rode. And the sexual feeling inside her intensified as her thighs moved faster.
“Oh, god,” she moaned softly. She was sure no one could hear her over the loud beat of the techno music but she was embarrassed nonetheless.
“Keep going. Harder. Feel it,” the instructor called into her microphone.
Was it her imagination or was the instructor looking at her? Elizabeth watched as a small smile appeared on her instructor’s face as she made eye contact.
“A little bit longer,” the instructor called. Elizabeth could feel the pleasure deepening. She was breathing harder, and it wasn’t because of the faster pace.
“...Three, two, one. Ok, back on your butts.”
Elizabeth sat back down on the bicycle seat, leaning forward over the handle bars, and almost immediately began grinding against it. She still felt the deep, tingling pleasure in her abdomen and deep in her vagina, but it was now balanced by the more familiar feeling in her clit. Her pussy was on fire, and she worried if anyone would be able to see how wet she was through her tights. She didn’t want to stop though, it felt so good.
Looking up, she made eye contact with the instructor who was looking right at her.
“Faster! Don’t stop now! Faster!” she urged.
Was she talking about cycling or Elizabeth’s rising passion?
“Almost there. Keep going…”
Fuck, Elizabeth could feel a quivering deep inside her. She couldn’t actually come like this, in front of a room full of people, could she?
“All right now, fast and hard! Do it, everybody! Fast and hard!”
As the room started pedaling as fast as they could, Elizabeth went over the edge. A soft vibration swept through her body and wouldn’t stop. She came and came, moaning softly, trying desperately to control it.
“What the…?” Dyanna asked, hearing her moan. She looked at her friend and then smiled as she recognized the look on her face.
Pleasure wracked through Elizabeth’s body over and over again until finally the instructor brought everyone to a stop. The sheen of sweat covering Elizabeth’s body could not be completely attributed to the work out. Struggling to catch her breath, she looked up and saw the instructor wink at her knowingly. Her face flushed red with embarrassment and she quickly left the room to get some water from the fountain in the hallway.
“Mrs. Downing?” a voice behind her asked.
She looked up from the fountain, still flush from orgasming, to find herself face to face with the young man with the nice ass who had been on the bike in front of her. How did he know her name, she wondered, blushing even deeper.
“It’s me, Nick. From next door,” he added.
“Nick? Wow, it’s been so long!”
Nick was the son of the woman who lived next door to her. She remembered him as a skinny, unkempt teenager who had occasionally cut her grass. He had never gotten along well with his mother and had went to live with his dad when his parents split up. That was a good ten years ago. Those years had been very generous to him, based on how he looked now.
“I’ve moved back to town. I’m living at my mom’s,” he explained.
God, Elizabeth thought, he looks even better up close.
“You look great, by the way,” he said, causing her to smile.
“Um, thanks, I’ve been coming here a lot.” She winced at the unintended double entendre.
“Then I guess I’ll be seeing a lot more of you,” he said. “I’m taking over as manager now that I’m finished college. I’ll see you around.”
With that, he smiled and walked away. Elizabeth couldn’t help but look at his backside again as he walked.
A lot more of you? If only Elizabeth knew how true those words would turn out to be.
This book was added to our catalog on Friday 29 September, 2017.