A Rack Of Weights, A Bottle Of Wine, And Thee By Klunker100(@yahoo.com) Part I By Klunker100(@yahoo.com) An older woman introduces a young housewife to the pleasures of weights, wine, and each other. Contains mild violence, lesbianism, graphic sex, and coarse language. A sporting goods store isn't exactly Grand Central Station, so Connie had the opportunity to get to know her customers. She was a part-time cashier, filling in when her husband Eric was on one of his many business trips. An attractive but slightly overweight newlywed, she rejected the advances of the jocks who wanted to get to know her better. One of her regulars was Allison, a middle-aged divorcee...a real knockout who made women half her age green with envy. She would come in every now and then to purchase a barbell or some other minor item. In the course of their brief conversations, Connie learned that they both lived in the same apartment complex. "You'll have to come over dinner sometime," said Allison, in a combination of sincerity and obligation of the moment. What the hell, Connie thought...it would be nice to have a meal and conversation with another human being for a change and it would also be a nice way to spend a cold winter's eve instead of talking back to the television. It was set -- Allison's place, right after work. "And see if you can find us a nice bottle of wine," Allison said as she walked out of the store. A few hours later, Connie walked up the steps and rang the doorbell. She had with her the nearest bottle of some fancy-labeled yuppie-bubbly she could yank off the shelf of the corner liquor store on the way over. Allison quickly answered the door, wearing a long, flowing white mu-mu. It revealed a large pair of firm breasts that were only hinted at in her daytime business suits. Connie just thought her new friend was wearing the latest shape-flattering bra, but a closer look at those protruding nipples indicated otherwise: no bra, no matter how sheer, could hide those pebbles. Connie jerked her head to quit staring. Here was a woman looking her most feminine, but her outstretched arms were large and muscular...they seemed a little out of place. "Come in, dear," Allison said. "Ooh...what have you got here? You have great taste! This will go great with dinner." The food and conversation soon flowed as quickly as the wine. Connie, her tongue loosened by the wine, confided that her husband was meeting many young, attractive, ambitious women in his travels, but she didn't think he was cheating on her -- yet. Allison told her that most husbands don't stray, but hers did and she blamed herself. "Men have affairs with women who don't remind them of their wives...fantasy girls...the ones they wished their wives could be or plain Janes that aren't as sexy as their wives -- at least not on the outside. If I had been at least one of those we'd probably still be together," she bemoaned. "That's when I made up my mind that I wasn't going to be frumpy anymore and made some changes: I started working out and paid more attention to my looks, but by then it was too late. So there I was...I looked like the chick he was screwing and all I had to show for it was a room full of dumbbells and a dumb broad to go with it. Wanna see it?" Connie was self-conscious about her figure and wanted to lose a few pounds. Who knows...this might be the jump-start she needed. They started to walk down the basement stairs, but before they turned the corner Allison reached back and grabbed the half-finished bottle of wine off the table. "Can't forget our little friend!" The basement workout room was impressive...she must have bought one of everything they sell in the store, Connie thought. "Let me show you one of the easy ones," Allison said. She slipped off her frock and tossed it over a chair. She was wearing a skin-tight, sleeveless leotard jersey that hid nothing, and skimpy satin gym shorts cut all the way up to her crotch. Allison's body was magnificent. Connie caught herself staring at the older woman's firm, full breasts, large shoulders, and well-defined muscles throughout her torso. She could see why Allison wasn't wearing a bra: it wouldn't have added anything. Allison picked up a barbell and began doing curls. Her arms and shoulders immediately began to swell. In the uneven light of the basement, the harsh shadows accentuated a toned, rippled musculature. She put the weights down and took Connie's hand. "Here...try this." The two women walked over to the pull-weight rack. "You'll need to get comfortable," said Allison as she quickly pulled her friend's sweater off. Connie's heart started to race...she was shocked and taken aback. The last thing she expected to find herself doing when she woke up this morning was to be standing in stretch pants and a bra in the presence of a strange, sexy woman who was wearing next to nothing. Allison noticed Connie's anxiety and said, "Oh...I'm sorry. I didn't mean to embarrass you." She chuckled and whispered to her younger friend, "Just pretend you're back in your high school gym class!" Connie returned the laugh, but she was still nervous...and trying not to stare too hard at her acquaintance's body. She grabbed the handles and started to pull. "No, no...you need to keep them closer to your body...like this..." Allison stepped around to the back and guided Connie's hands in the proper motion, her breasts rubbing Connie's bare back. "Now...doesn't that feel better?" Each rep had Allison's fleshy breasts pushing into her deeper and harder. Allison cooed, "How does that feel, sweetheart?" Connie began to feel warm and flush. Was it the wine or something else? After 10 reps, Allison had Connie let go of the handles. She then walked her over to the incline bench and picked up a pair of free weights. "This is my favorite exercise. It will remind you that you're a woman." Allison's nipples got harder with each successive flye...they were clearly stretching her top. As she put her arms out to her side, Connie could see how those they got to be so big. Allison's huffing and puffing was starting to sound more like great sex than exercise...Connie was becoming aroused while trying to suppress her feelings as she continually checked out this woman's gorgeous body. "Yeah, that's how they got to look so good. Why don't you give it a try?" Allison put down her 30-pound dumbbells and rose from the bench. The glint of the sweat from her leotard turned up the heat another notch. She reached for a lighter dumbbell to give her friend and said, "You had better start small." Connie sat down on the bench but before she could lie back, Allison stopped her. "Oops! You'll want to lose the Maidenform...you won't be so...restricted." She leaned forward, reached around Connie's back and unsnapped her bra. Once again Connie felt Allison's bosom, and this time she enjoyed the anticipation of rubbing them against her own. No longer bound up, Connie's womanhood swelled to their natural fullness. Now she caught Allison staring...but she didn't mind. "Hey," Connie said, half-jokingly. "Why do I have to take my top off but you get to keep yours on?" What the hell am I saying, she thought. She didn't care. Allison shrugged and took off her now sweat-stained top...her breasts didn't drop an inch. Connie couldn't help but stare at how firm and large they were, and how sexy they looked as they glistened from the sweat. "If that's what my tits are going to look like when I'm your age, I can't wait!" Allison laughed. "Not so fast, buttercup. I didn't get these overnight!" Connie laughed as she began her reps. She could see her own large breasts starting to take shape...and she liked it. As she became engrossed in her own appearance, she felt Allison slipping off her pants and spreading her thighs apart, explaining that this would 'help your form'. The older woman then slid one of her hands into Connie's panties, pushed it aside at the crotch and picked up the bottle of wine with her other hand. Connie then felt the neck of the bottle going in and out of her vagina and began to tremble. Allison thrust the bottle deeper and harder with each stroke. Between that and admiring her own breasts, she quickly came to orgasm. Allison removed the bottle, licked the love-juice off the rim, and took a swig, staring at her friend to gauge her reaction: none but pure joy. She passed the bottle over to Connie. A drink was just what she needed. Allison told Connie she had tremendous potential: her body fat would give her an excellent base from which to build muscle. She then suggested some leg lifts and directed her to the next station. Connie wondered what little 'extras' her friend had in store this time. As she got underway, Allison walked to the back of the machine and held her in place by the shoulders so she wouldn't 'slip off'...and once again Connie felt those hooters rubbing against her back and firm hands caressing her shoulders. Those Jane Fonda Workout tapes she saw in the store couldn't have been this much fun, she thought. All good things must come to an end. It was getting late and both women had to go to work the next day. (But first, they thought it would be a good idea to towel down each other's topless, perspiring bodies.) They picked up what items of their clothing remained as they walked back upstairs. Connie had enjoyed the experience and was visibly sorry to see it come to an end. The empty wine bottle was still in the basement as the lights went out. Allison hugged Connie as she saw her to the door. "Don't worry, sweetheart," she whispered, "We'll do it again real soon...REAL soon." Connie went about her business at home and the store the next day as usual, but all she could think about were the events of the previous night. Her arms were a little sore, but it was a minor inconvenience compared to the pleasures she had experienced. Her daydreaming was interrupted when her manager walked up to her and said, "Some woman named Allison just called. She said you left your glove at her apartment after dinner last night and can pick it up after work." Connie smiled. She couldn't wait for the day to end. And the liquor store beckoned along the way. After work, Connie quickly found herself in her neighbor's basement. Allison said, "I've worked up a routine for you. I think you'll like it." Connie quickly removed her blouse and skirt and followed Allison to the vertical flye machine. This time, she was wearing a bustier from Victoria's Secret instead of a frumpy Maidenform. Allison took notice. Connie was already starting to feel warm, and didn't care if it was the wine or not. She put her arms against the pads and started to bring them together. "You're doing it too quickly, dear." Connie's newfound trainer sat facing her on the bench and grabbed her biceps, guiding them in the proper rhythm. "Slowly...enjoy each stroke. You don't want to come too quickly, do you?" Once Connie achieved the proper rate, Allison got up and began to unbutton her own skirt and blouse, allowing each to fall to the floor. Connie was still in awe at Allison's shapely, muscular body, this time adorned with a silky, lacy, bra-panty combo. This was a woman built for fucking, she thought...and she was anxious. Allison reached over towards a shelf and picked up a small bottle as Connie continued her reps. It was baby oil. But what was it for, Connie wondered. Her answer came quickly. Allison sat down on the bench again, facing her, poured a little oil in her hands and rubbed them together. "This will make you feel better." She placed her hands on Connie's shoulders and began massaging the oil into the skin. Oooo...that felt good. Allison drew more oil from the bottle. This time, her hands landed around Connie's back. Connie moaned as Allison's hands glided effortlessly around her torso. Those breasts against her own...her heart started to race. Third time...Allison began working the oil at Connie's upper chest, caressing as she worked towards her breasts, gently cupping them. Her body shone and the highlights accented her curves. Connie couldn't take anymore. She jerked her arms off the cushions and lunged towards Allison. The two women landed on the floor, with Connie on top. She yanked Allison's bra off, breaking the snap. "Your body is so fucking beautiful I can't stand it," Connie exclaimed. She wrapped her arms around Allison's back and shoulders and rubbed her breasts against her own. She could feel the deep, yet supple, muscles of her shoulders and became even more turned on. She clenched harder and pushed both sets of breasts closer into each other. Allison threw her arms above her head and started to writhe and moan. She suddenly grabbed Connie's long hair behind her head, threw her head back, and rammed her tongue in the young woman's mouth. Connie returned the favor. She then slid her other hand inside Connie's panty, and began rubbing her crotch with her outstretched middle finger. The orgasm lasted longer than anything Connie had ever experienced with her husband. Connie collapsed and rolled on the carpet, exhausted. A minute or two later, as the two women lay side by side, Allison propped herself up on one elbow and began caressing Connie's nearest breast, rolling the nipple between her fingers. She smiled and said, "You're one hot little bitch. Does Eric know about this side of you?" Connie stared at the ceiling as she pondered the question. "No. He's a good fuck, but he's never turned me on like you just did. Shit, I don't even think he's as strong as you are," she chuckled, as she reached over and stroked Allison's muscular arm, still admiring and envying her lover's body. Allison said, "Sweetheart, I think this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship."