Wife and The Older Black Gym Owner - Sex Stories

Wife and The Older Black Gym Owner

... at the woman. He clearly sees her wedding ring. He sees her pretty but innocent face. Her brown hair. And he sees the curves of her breasts in her dress. Her dress is lower cut and the material holds tightly to her breasts.

Even though she's sitting, he can tell she's on the petite side and he admires her smooth legs.

He takes all this in in just a matter a moments.

Laura thinks about the offer to help. He seems nice enough, she thinks. She doesn't know what to do. Maybe he can help and it's an easy fix. What is the harm, she wonders, at least until she can reach her husband.

"I'm Sean," he says. "I own the gym here."

"Oh ok. I'm Laura," she replies.

"Why don't you pop the hood so I can take a look. I have a few tools inside. Why don't you come on in. Don't worry. I don't bite," he says.

"I.... I.... ok. Thank you," Laura says, popping the hood of the car and then getting out.

Sean sees her in full now. He wants her. There's no doubt about it. But he isn't one to force himself on someone. Never has. He's been with a lot of woman over the years, even a few white woman, but he's always been the perfect gentleman -- at least until he gets inside a woman's panties and gets her in bed.

Sean admires Laura as he leads her inside. He figures she's mid- to late-20s. He towers over her. She's 5'3" he guesses accurately and he can't believe how great a rack she has and her ass.

He takes her inside.

"You can wait here or feel free to look around. Can I ...

... get you a water or something?" he asks.

"I'm OK. Thank you," Laura says nervously.

Sean goes to a back room to get a few tools to see if he can help. He's not an expert but still knows his way around a car.

Laura looks around the gym. There are photos on the wall of boxers. All black. Some older photos and more recent ones. There's trophies and the like.

The place is one large room basically, with a locker room off to the side and then also a little front desk type of place upfront. It's where Sean has a computer and keeps track of the business.

There's weights. There's bunching bags and toward the back third of the gym is the boxing ring.

Sean returns.

"How long have you owned the place?" Laura asks, still nervous and also trying to make small talk but also genuinely interested.

"25 years," he says. "I did a little amateur boxing and then when the old owner died I took the place over. It was going to just close but his wife let me basically have the business."

"Let me go check out your car," he says.

Sean goes out. He opens the hood and immediately sees the problem. The battery connectors came off. He puts them back on and tightens things up.

He shuts the hood and comes back inside.

"I think I fixed it. Battery connector came off," he says.

"Oh I'm so glad it's nothing major," Laura says. "Thank you so much."

"Let's hope that's all it was," he says. "So what brought you this way?"

"Oh I was downtown shopping and then there was a ...