I told him about my marriage and he nodded, knowingly. Apparently, his had been a sexless marriage, too, and we were both starved for attention. There...was a definite connection between us. As we talked, we looked into each other’s eyes and our hands occasionally touched. I sometimes put a hand on his thigh, briefly, and he did likewise on my arms. The conversation slowed and more was said with our eyes than with our mouths. Then it happened. Michael leaned over and placed his lips on mine. A. Her hands are strong and yet somehow gentle as they glide inch by inch, over the skin working up my calf to my thigh. Her hands gently knead the skin, getting closer to my inner thigh where her fingers absently skim the edge of my panties, lingering there, or did I imagine it? She then makes her way to the top of my other thigh and then down, slowly. My body is achingly aware of how soft and gentle her hands are, leaving my skin tingling and my heart pumping. When she gets to my calf, my intake. I'll be here."She trotted away on her strong legs and made sure to swish her hips a little as she walked, just to tease me a bit.I finished my bicep reps. I finished my tricep extensions. I finished my sit-ups, twists, and three minutes of jumping rope. Wendy never came back.I walked out into the hallway and looked down along the west wall of the gym. It was very quiet. I walked out onto the basketball court floor and looked up, wondering if she'd be walking around the top level of the gym. She. Brad could feel his cock growing harder and swam closer to the group.“Okay let’s play a little game,” Abby said, standing with her back to the beach. The water lapped at her legs just below her bare pussy. “Who is the oldest?”“I am. I’m Tom,”“And who is the next oldest?”“I’m Dave.”“Okay, Tom and Dave stand to either side of me.” They did as asked, their arms touching hers. Tiny waves lapped just below their crotches. “Pull down the front of your suits,” she ordered. “I’m going to give you both.