Man I was getting hard looking at her legs as she took the beers that I took from the party. She did the laying on the belly postion as we talked. I...was sitting at the table and she kicked her legs up in the air as we chatted and with every kick, her ass would peek through. I finally broke down and told her that I was so horny looking at her and I had one of the biggest hardon's of my life. She looked dissappointed so I asked why. She was sad that it was one of the biggest instead of the. Medical terms are only used for reports, and don't mean a thing to children. Tell it like it is, as they say."During the conversation, Ken had been more than a little distracted by the woman's stocking-covered thighs and the swells of her breasts showing above her uniform. His prick had been swelling gradually, sliding down against his thigh and making a bulge in the leg of his slacks. He hadn't realized how apparent it was until she nodded at his crotch, her violet eyes smoky."Ken, I believe. It's not one of those fancy gyms with weight machines, a latte bar, and women in spandex running around trying to be noticed by men. It's a sweaty men's gym with barbells and dumbbells that require men to double up and spot for each other. The first day I was there, Jack "Kell" Kellson, a solid built six-foot-three-inch muscle boy my age, came over and spotted for me, right away. Since he seemed to like spotting for me, we developed a friendship. The only time I was attracted to him sexually. Bradford must have sensed the undercurrent of sex raging through me, or he just wanted to try his luck. In either case, he tugged me into a darkened doorway and took my mouth in a long, ravaging kiss. I groaned, tilted my head up, and licked him back, rubbing my fully aroused body back and forth against him, catlike. I needed to be fucked so badly, and the major was just the man to do it. His hands slid down my sides to my thighs, pulling my tiny plaid skirt up. I groaned again, a long drawn.