Sweat Box
She was twice his age, it made him want her twice as much!
“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 on...
