Gym Bulge

I’m at the gym right now.

So as sometimes happens, someone posts a confessions that is relatable. It gets you thinking about similar experiences. And similar fantasies.

The confessions I read was talking about going back to the gym after covid and she had put on weight that went mostly to her breasts and how folks had started to stare and even flirt. She mentioned that she wasn’t sure she would able to resist the urges if one of the younger lads were to ask her if she were up for some fun.

I’m writing this confession while I’m at the gym. It’s before midday as I’m in The Aussie capital. I work afternoons so I’m usually at the gym when it’s fairly quiet. I love it at this time as you get the place mostly to yourself with only a few other folks around. Most of them milfs. Damn if milfs aren’t the hottest thing to roam the earth. Something so taboo about it.

I usually wear these tight gym pants and I didn’t notice until someone mentioned it was hard not to look at my bulge. Now I’m conscious of it and make a point of rearranging it when I know a mature woman can see. I catch them staring sometimes. I love it. I sometimes sneak off to the bathroom and stroke and tease a little. Then stuff my swollen member back in to my pants making my bulge very, very obvious.

Then I position myself where I know I will be seen. Maybe subtly rearrange down there to draw attention to it. I usually get a smile or a smirk or a bit lip. I’m seeing someone at the moment so I haven’t acted on it recently but we’ve started having chats about being an open relationship.

Mature woman are my favourite and I’ve played around with plenty. Usually from a dating app. But there’s something so arousing about a spontaneous moment that I find so arousing. Luckily my apartment is just around the corner from the gym. And I live alone.