My Daughter's Friend at the Gym

My Daughter's Friend at the Gym

Note: Originally posted on Medium under the MyErotica publication (now defunct).

One moment, I'm out of breath and on the brink of passing out at the gym just after five minutes on the treadmill. The next moment, I'm in the same state, only this time, it's in the bathroom with my daughter's best friend, Tasha, whose mind is blank and whose ass-cheeks I just came all over.

"Fuck, that shit was intense," she said. "How the hell haven't you passed out yet?"

I smirked and said nothing, my back turned to her as I gathered my clothes.

You're probably asking yourself - how'd I get here? The answer's simple - sexual frustration.

"Can't you last more than a minute for once without being out of breath?" my wife complained one night last year. Until now, I couldn't even orgasm or give my wife one. Not to mention, all those long hours spent re-explaining directions to clueless employees who were half my age and with half the enthusiasm certainly made things harder than they already were.

"Sorry, honey," I apologized, breathless and immeasurably dissatisfied.

"Ever thought of the gym?" she asked. The question hit me with the weight of a freight train, and I was simply at a loss of words. Meanwhile, my wife turned her back to me and resigned herself to a long, sexually frustrated slumber, as did I. And I would be doing so for a while. Until now.

Like I said, I was breathless on the treadmill a moment ago, and then suddenly, I heard someone call out to me.

"Brett?"

I quickly turned around to find Tasha, black-haired and in her white tank top and grey leggings, her dark skin glistening with a fresh layer of sweat.

"Uh, hey, Tasha," I sputtered out. "How've you been?"

"Good... what're you doing here?"

"The other gym was closed for renovation, so I figured I'd come here instead." Admittedly, this was only partially true - I passed by here last week and noticed some women my age checking me out. While I had no intention of ever cheating on my wife, it was nice to be on the receiving end of flattery for a change. Seeing Tasha here though, that was entirely a surprise, and a pleasant one at that as I glanced at her firm, round ass in the reflection on the mirror behind her.

She continued eyeing me expectantly, prompting me to add, "My wife, I promised her that I'd get in better shape."

The girl played along (at least, for the time being). She changed the topic and asked, "So, how's Savannah doing? Is she liking her semester in Paris?"

"My daughter's doing okay," I answered. "Although, she had a fight with her boyfriend the other day."

"Oh? That's awful. I wish I could call her."

The tension between us only grew as we conversed over the next several moments; our eyes were glued to each other as though we were entangled in some game of seduction where we'd both surely win.

"Brett," said Tasha. "You said that your wife wanted you to get in better shape. You wanna know what I think?"

"What?" The question threw me off. Although, what came next completely pulled the rug from under me.

Suddenly, Tasha crashed her lips into mine. Before I knew it, we were in a full make-out session despite the disapproving gazes from the bystanders around us; her tongue slid into my mouth, and I found myself welcoming her, my tongue dancing with hers.

She then pulled back to breathe. "You're in really good shape."

"Uh." I briefly looked around me to find people still staring at us as though we'd just destroyed some of the equipment.

"I always thought you were a DILF," she said. "You wanna go somewhere more private?"

"Um... Sure."

Immediately, I'm being dragged by my daughter's best friend to a more secluded spot in the gym. She led me away from the crowd and towards the back.

During our walk there, I asked, "What do you -"

"Here's the thing," Tasha continued. "You have a very nice body. And if your wife's so insistent on you changing yourself, then it doesn't sound like you have a good marriage."

I opened my mouth to counter, only to falter in my defense.

"Not to mention," Tasha went on. "Hasn't she said anything about working out herself?"

Once again, the girl was right.

"Well, aren't you perceptive?" I remarked. "What? You've been married before?"

Tasha laughed. "I'm twenty-two; I have my whole life ahead of me. And..."

Once we arrived at a bathroom in gym, she opened the door for me to enter.

"Relationships work best when both people accept each other," Tasha concluded. "You see what I mean?"

I nodded in agreement and entered. She then closed the door and locked it to make ensure no one would enter.

"So, Wanna fuck?"

"Don't you have a boyfriend."

"We haven't been satisfied for a while either," she explained. "You fuck or not?"

Without another word, we returned to making out again, except this time, our arms were tangled as we disrobed each other in desperation. Although, it was at my shirt where we stopped, and when Tasha softened her voice.

"Hey," she said. "I wasn't lying earlier about your body. And... I like dad bods."

I then finally took off my shirt. With both of us naked, I lifted her and placed her in a seated position on a steel shelf next to one of the sinks. Promptly, I started eating her out to show my gratitude.

"Holy shit!" she moaned. Meanwhile, I swirled my tongue all over her, occasionally flicking her clit and inserting a finger to add to the sensations.

"Fuck, Brett," she said. "Your wife doesn't know what she's missing."

"Mm-hm."

Within seconds, Tasha came, gushing all over my face and chin. I then pulled back and we made out again, savoring her taste together, before she pushed me back.

"Wait, what -"

"My turn." She then got off the shelf and on her knees before reaching for my cock. Before I could say anything, she stuffed me in her mouth and started sucking me off like her life depended on it.

"Jeez, Tasha! What the fuck?" I groaned.

"Mm-hm," she said. In retaliation, she stuck out her tongue and took me as deep as she could down her throat so she could lick my balls as well, causing my toes to curl as I did my best to stay on my feet.

"Glrgh! Grgh! Grgh!"

Drool seeped out her bottom lip before falling onto her firm, round tits. Just before I could cum though, I pulled out her mouth.

"Hey, lemme -"

"No," I said, suddenly feeling bolder and more dominant than ever as though something within me finally awoke after many years of dormancy. "You asked if I wanted to fuck. That's what I'm doing."

"Oh, yes, Daddy."

I lifted Tasha again. Only this time, I leaned her against the wall and swiftly plunged myself into her, going in more smoothly than expected as I found her completely wet with anticipation. I then fucked her at a steady pace, with one hand of mine wrapped around her throat and my other tangling itself in her hair.

"Ooh, fuck, daddy!" she moaned. "I'm not gonna last ten minutes at this rate."

"Quiet," I whispered into her ear. "You want to fuck in a public bathroom? Then you need to keep your dumb fucking mouth shut, except when you're sucking my dick. Got it?"

"Yessir."

We fucked for what felt like forever. Occasionally, I pinched her nipples, and this sent more waves of pleasure across her body. Needless to say, it was nice to finally get to fuck in the way we both wanted.

"Oh, you're gonna make me cum again, daddy," she said. "You're gonna make me fucking... oh, God!"

Tasha came again, all over my cock. And with her tight, warm, moist walls tightening around me - making me feel better than I ever had with my wife - I knew my climax wasn't far away.

"That's right, huh?" I grunted. "I made you cum. Now, it's my turn."

"Yessir."

Quickly I pulled out of Tasha and shot my load, my cum spraying all over her perfect, round, tight ass. Having both reached our respective orgasms, we were reduced to a sweaty, exhausted, but utterly euphoric mess. This now brings us to the present.

I stepped back and started reaching for my clothes next to the bathroom door.

"Fuck, that shit was intense," she said. "How the hell haven't you passed out yet?"

I smirked whilst my back was turned on her. When I decided to reach for my phone to check for the time though (it was now 7pm, close to closing time), my heart sank as I saw the torrent of text messages from my wife.

Wifey: Where are u now?

Wifey: Call me!!! You're not responding.

Wifey: Dinner's almost ready. Where ARE you?!!!

"Ugh! My wife," I said. Immediately, I got dressed.

"Wives, huh?" said Tasha. "You know? You could just divorce her, right?"

"Her father's helping me with the mortgage," I responded, my back still turned to the woman representing my freedom more than anything else, if only...

"Wait -"

Before Tasha could finish the rest of her sentence, I was out the door as I headed for my car. Although, once I was in the driver's seat, there was a pang of guilt, and I reached for my phone again, until I remembered.

"Right! Damn it, I forgot to get her number."

I then pulled out of the parking lot, heading home to my wife, who'd surely be asking a torrent of questions upon my arrival. And yet, there was another feeling that sprung up within me as I watched the first sunset of Spring.

I'll be seeing Tasha soon enough. I know what gym she goes to now.