Peter walked into the lounge, and stopped. In the chairs facing away from the door he saw the two girls that had wandered into his changing room leaning back and laughing. They had not seen him, or, it seemed, noticed anyone come in. Peter was about to say 'Hi', to get over the embarrassment that the blonde might be feeling, when he realised they were talking about him.
"He seemed pretty cool about it in the Gym," he heard the darker haired young woman say.
"Well, he deserved to be. He was in good shape, you know. And I love older men. I just haven't seen one naked in real life," the blonde giggled.
"Holly! He is old enough to be your father. Well, maybe not quite."
"He is not. And even if he was, what of it? I'm sure there are plenty of men in their late 30s who fantasize about 18 year olds. Why not the other way round?"
Peter felt himself start to blush. The girls were still ignorant of his presence, and he wanted to hear more. He stepped back quietly so he had less chance of being in their peripheral vision.
The blonde continued. "I mean, I know his cock was limp, but it looked a good size to me. Next time we will have to ask him to get hard."
The other girl laughed. "Holly, you are impossible. What a thing to say."
"Don't tell me you didn't have a good look. I wonder if he is married. I wonder if we will see him again."
"He is married," the brunette answered. "I saw his wedding ring in the Gym. So unavailable. End of story."
"Don't be such a prude. I'm going to get up to see if I can find him. I quite fancy a bit of harmless flirting." And the blonde - Holly - started to get up from the chair. |