Cougar On The Hunt

Julian is alone in the gym, working out on a Saturday night to pursue his college sports dreams, when in walks Samantha, the cougar that all the jocks whisper about.  Julian shows off for her while doing the leg press and rows, and that soon leads to him spotting Samantha as she does the bench press — which leads to accidental touching and fired up libidos.  It’s clear they’re flirting and she’s attracted to him, but Julian just doesn’t know how far this will go — until Samantha corners him and strips, demanding he does the same.  Riding the thrill of lust and danger, Julian gives in, resulting in the best workout session he’s ever had.

WARNING: This 4,300-word short story contains an explicit sex scene between a young man and a MILF that will get you hot and bothered, and is intended for mature adults only.

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I glanced at her and caught her staring—she quickly looked forward, ignoring me. I smiled to myself and continued with my workout. Even if I didn’t bag this cougar, I could still get the thrill of showing off for her.

She got up from her machine, wiped it down, then moved closer to me, stopping at the bench press. She racked her weight and lay on the bench, but before lifting the barbell, she instead sat back up and looked at me.

“Could you...could you spot me for this?” she asked.

I smiled and nodded. “Give me one moment.” I counted out the last of my reps out loud, being sure to grunt with each number. “Twelve...thirteen...fourteen...fifteen.” I grunted and put the weight down on the floor, then stood and flexed my back, stretching out the muscle I’d just worked on.

I walked over and she laid down on the bench. I came around to the other side of the barbell and looked down at her—she was even hotter up close. She was slim, trim, and athletic. Her brown hair, tied back in a ponytail, lay beneath her.

I put my hands just under the barbell and nodded to her—she gripped it, then lifted it off the rack. She grunted and brought the bar down to her chest and then pushed it back up again. I kept my hands just an inch below the bar, ready to catch it if needed, but she forced her way through fifteen reps. I helped her set the barbell up on the rack.

She let out a long breath and let her hands fall down to just above her head—one of those hands brushing against my bulge as it passed. I jerked reflexively, but tried not to make it too obvious. She didn’t apologize...which made me wonder if it had actually been intentional.

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