YOU CAN TOUCH ME! (1)

Terry scanned the lithe petite young body contorting in front of him.

He drank in the contours of what he would have called a perfect ass, curvaceous hips and somewhere in the supple form in front he imagined small pert breasts.

He pulled down the bar to his chest as he took a deep breath and the inevitable sound of the weights lifting up then clunking down barely noticeable as he was mesmerized by the young beauty in front of him going through a stretching routine.

It was visions like this that made this gym membership worth the fortune he paid. Countless trophy wives, models and TV personalities worked out here. It was one of the perks looking at them while he sweated he told himself.

As the pretty blonde bent forward he fantasize about what it would be like to be behind her when she was like that.

She was young, perhaps 24 or so and with that petite figure that made her have an adolescent appeal, she was firm and supple and pretty in that wholesome healthy way.

Flawless skin