09-09-2026, 09:45 PM
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Black man and Indian brown woman
I'm an old geezer at 53 (45 when this story happened) and live in the Central South Florida area. I've spent 20 years in the USMC and left in 2009. I've done my best to maintain something of a muscular physique because I just love lifting. You would never assume I've served with my dreads. I fell in love with the look after a trip to Jamaica several years ago.
One early morning, I was lifting in the dumbbell area when I was pleasantly surprised with a beautiful curvy mango shaped booty in Lycra workout pants bent over. I can remember the outline of her pussy against the material. This was surprising because I usually work out very early in the morning (like at 4:00 am). I think I said something along the lines of, "Good to see another early riser!" A beautiful, young, and petite woman of Indian descent with shoulder length hair in a ponytail, coffee brown eyes, and warm skin stood up, turned around and smiled.
"It's like we have the whole place to ourselves!" she responded.
"I love this time of day. Enjoy your workout!" I replied. She had sexy hips and her workout tank top was struggling to cover and hold in her bouncy and perky D cup tits. I didn't want to stare, so I admired her through the gym mirror instead. I admired her sexy ass on the elliptical, her beautiful tits bouncing with each step. The sweat running down her neck glistened on almond skin. According to her, what she remembered from that first meeting was that she thought my dreads were "majestic."
I would see her intermittently over the next few months in the early mornings. We would exchange a smile, wave, or a "hi." Nothing ever really happened beyond that. Didn't even exchange names. Fast forward and I had to schedule my annual physical. My regular doctor had retired so the office informed me that I would be seeing another. Surprise! It was her!
We both instantly recognized each other and laughed. This time she had these sexy librarian glasses on, a dark skirt that hugged her hips, and a soft pink blouse that flaunted some copious cleavage. She was very friendly, warm, gentle, and at all times very professional. I loved when she leaned in close so I could smell the coconut oil in her hair and skin. She then asked me if I would be comfortable disrobing down to my underwear for the physical exam. I said I was. I stripped to my boxer briefs. My ~8" manhood was safely tucked away, but the outline was visible through the fabric. She told me later that she did her hardest to not stare. I got to feel her soft hands on my back and chest as she moved around my body with her stethoscope. I could even my own heart beat faster over the hum of the fluorescent lights.
She finally broke the thick silence with "Those early morning workouts are paying off! Are you comfortable with me examining your genitals? If not, I could ask one of my colleagues. I'm obligated to advise you about the risks of testicular cancers, hernias, and sexual health" Umm...HELL YES, she could touch me there. What kind of idiot would say 'no' to this sexy brown busty bunny?
I simply responded with "How would you like me doc?" She informed me that I could take off my boxer briefs and lay back on the table while she changed her gloves. I did what I was told and was rewarded by her hands gently cupping each of my balls while she rolled them around in her gloved palms and fingertips. She gently fingered my shaft probing for anything irregular. Of course, I had to get a throbbing erection. I apologized and she laughed it off and stated "It happens all the time!" She ordered me some blood tests and told me that I could reschedule another appointment if I felt the need to discuss the results. There was no chance I was going to pass up another appointment with this sexpot.
A few days later we were both alone in the gym in the early hours. This time we knew each other's names and we said hi.
I called her 'Doctor' out of respect and she replied, "That's for work. Just call me Priya [not her real name]."
She then asked "If you have time, could you teach me to barbell squat? I know it's an important exercise and I don't want to do something stupid."
"I would love to teach you," I responded. You're right: You can get hurt easily if you don't pay attention." I reasoned that if she showed me respect and courtesy as a man during my physical, I'd do the same with her at the gym as a woman.
Spent the next fifteen minutes talking about form, proper weight scaling, the different types of squats, etc. I then asked her if she was okay with trying a barbell squat. She nodded.
"Do you want me to spot you for the first few reps?" I asked.
"Please. I'd feel safer with you there." She stepped under an empty bar like I taught her to and backed out to me.
"Is it okay if I hold your hips?" I asked.
"Of course." she replied. I gripped her hips and guided her curvaceous ass back to me.
"Ready when you are." I replied. She descended and as she did her soft ass reached out to caress my black cock. I told her to keep her knees behind her toes, to keep her back straight, and to keep her feet planted. The distinct floral coconut smell of her hair teased me again. I'm 6'2" and she's around 5'5", so it was easy to hold her hips. The entire time I was thinking that there are only a few layers of cloth separating my cock from her sweet sweaty pussy. My cock has a mind of its own sometimes and it must've sensed a pussy close by and it began to throb. Her ass grazing it helped it get even harder. She later told me she'd very much felt my cock against her ass. She also later informed me that after she replayed that scene in her head as she used her vibrator in the shower.
Afterwards, she said, "Thank you! By the way, did you want to talk about your test results? They came back and they look fine, but we could discuss them at an appointment."
So, I blurted out, "Maybe we could talk about them over dinner?" I thought to myself: the worst she could say was 'no.'
"Of course! That sounds like a lot of fun!" she responded. I was thrilled.
So, my ignorant dumb ass took this sexy angel to a steakhouse only to find out that she doesn't eat beef. I really felt embarrassed. She laughed it off and was really gracious about it. This woman was a gem. She had a low-cut white sweater that stood out against her velvety brown chest. Her lips looked absolutely plump and delicious. This was the first time I saw her with her black hair down around her shoulders. I loved seeing her smile and laugh in candle light. We were having a great time. We were both in at least two glasses of wine each. She remembers falling in love with the espresso martini.
Over dinner, I learned that she was only 28 (I was 45 at the time) and had a younger sister in college at the time. She became a doctor after undergoing chemo herself as a young girl. That treatment left her unable to have children of her own. But it inspired her to pursue medicine. We were both raised by single mothers who both succumbed to ovarian cancer. Her father left when her mom was pregnant with her sister. She was never keen on dating much b/c she was pretty much in the books for most of her twenties. She had dated college boys and med college boys. None of them really captured her attention. She shared that she just popped her cherry later only five years ago with an Indian guy that her mom set her up with. She told me that they had hooked up over the course of several months. She also added that she felt it was more of a chore to please him and that he never reciprocated. She'd often turn to her toys after he fell asleep to get herself off. Ultimately, she really thought sex was underwhelming. So, she hasn't been with anyone since.
I'm an old geezer at 53 (45 when this story happened) and live in the Central South Florida area. I've spent 20 years in the USMC and left in 2009. I've done my best to maintain something of a muscular physique because I just love lifting. You would never assume I've served with my dreads. I fell in love with the look after a trip to Jamaica several years ago.
One early morning, I was lifting in the dumbbell area when I was pleasantly surprised with a beautiful curvy mango shaped booty in Lycra workout pants bent over. I can remember the outline of her pussy against the material. This was surprising because I usually work out very early in the morning (like at 4:00 am). I think I said something along the lines of, "Good to see another early riser!" A beautiful, young, and petite woman of Indian descent with shoulder length hair in a ponytail, coffee brown eyes, and warm skin stood up, turned around and smiled.
"It's like we have the whole place to ourselves!" she responded.
"I love this time of day. Enjoy your workout!" I replied. She had sexy hips and her workout tank top was struggling to cover and hold in her bouncy and perky D cup tits. I didn't want to stare, so I admired her through the gym mirror instead. I admired her sexy ass on the elliptical, her beautiful tits bouncing with each step. The sweat running down her neck glistened on almond skin. According to her, what she remembered from that first meeting was that she thought my dreads were "majestic."
I would see her intermittently over the next few months in the early mornings. We would exchange a smile, wave, or a "hi." Nothing ever really happened beyond that. Didn't even exchange names. Fast forward and I had to schedule my annual physical. My regular doctor had retired so the office informed me that I would be seeing another. Surprise! It was her!
We both instantly recognized each other and laughed. This time she had these sexy librarian glasses on, a dark skirt that hugged her hips, and a soft pink blouse that flaunted some copious cleavage. She was very friendly, warm, gentle, and at all times very professional. I loved when she leaned in close so I could smell the coconut oil in her hair and skin. She then asked me if I would be comfortable disrobing down to my underwear for the physical exam. I said I was. I stripped to my boxer briefs. My ~8" manhood was safely tucked away, but the outline was visible through the fabric. She told me later that she did her hardest to not stare. I got to feel her soft hands on my back and chest as she moved around my body with her stethoscope. I could even my own heart beat faster over the hum of the fluorescent lights.
She finally broke the thick silence with "Those early morning workouts are paying off! Are you comfortable with me examining your genitals? If not, I could ask one of my colleagues. I'm obligated to advise you about the risks of testicular cancers, hernias, and sexual health" Umm...HELL YES, she could touch me there. What kind of idiot would say 'no' to this sexy brown busty bunny?
I simply responded with "How would you like me doc?" She informed me that I could take off my boxer briefs and lay back on the table while she changed her gloves. I did what I was told and was rewarded by her hands gently cupping each of my balls while she rolled them around in her gloved palms and fingertips. She gently fingered my shaft probing for anything irregular. Of course, I had to get a throbbing erection. I apologized and she laughed it off and stated "It happens all the time!" She ordered me some blood tests and told me that I could reschedule another appointment if I felt the need to discuss the results. There was no chance I was going to pass up another appointment with this sexpot.
A few days later we were both alone in the gym in the early hours. This time we knew each other's names and we said hi.
I called her 'Doctor' out of respect and she replied, "That's for work. Just call me Priya [not her real name]."
She then asked "If you have time, could you teach me to barbell squat? I know it's an important exercise and I don't want to do something stupid."
"I would love to teach you," I responded. You're right: You can get hurt easily if you don't pay attention." I reasoned that if she showed me respect and courtesy as a man during my physical, I'd do the same with her at the gym as a woman.
Spent the next fifteen minutes talking about form, proper weight scaling, the different types of squats, etc. I then asked her if she was okay with trying a barbell squat. She nodded.
"Do you want me to spot you for the first few reps?" I asked.
"Please. I'd feel safer with you there." She stepped under an empty bar like I taught her to and backed out to me.
"Is it okay if I hold your hips?" I asked.
"Of course." she replied. I gripped her hips and guided her curvaceous ass back to me.
"Ready when you are." I replied. She descended and as she did her soft ass reached out to caress my black cock. I told her to keep her knees behind her toes, to keep her back straight, and to keep her feet planted. The distinct floral coconut smell of her hair teased me again. I'm 6'2" and she's around 5'5", so it was easy to hold her hips. The entire time I was thinking that there are only a few layers of cloth separating my cock from her sweet sweaty pussy. My cock has a mind of its own sometimes and it must've sensed a pussy close by and it began to throb. Her ass grazing it helped it get even harder. She later told me she'd very much felt my cock against her ass. She also later informed me that after she replayed that scene in her head as she used her vibrator in the shower.
Afterwards, she said, "Thank you! By the way, did you want to talk about your test results? They came back and they look fine, but we could discuss them at an appointment."
So, I blurted out, "Maybe we could talk about them over dinner?" I thought to myself: the worst she could say was 'no.'
"Of course! That sounds like a lot of fun!" she responded. I was thrilled.
So, my ignorant dumb ass took this sexy angel to a steakhouse only to find out that she doesn't eat beef. I really felt embarrassed. She laughed it off and was really gracious about it. This woman was a gem. She had a low-cut white sweater that stood out against her velvety brown chest. Her lips looked absolutely plump and delicious. This was the first time I saw her with her black hair down around her shoulders. I loved seeing her smile and laugh in candle light. We were having a great time. We were both in at least two glasses of wine each. She remembers falling in love with the espresso martini.
Over dinner, I learned that she was only 28 (I was 45 at the time) and had a younger sister in college at the time. She became a doctor after undergoing chemo herself as a young girl. That treatment left her unable to have children of her own. But it inspired her to pursue medicine. We were both raised by single mothers who both succumbed to ovarian cancer. Her father left when her mom was pregnant with her sister. She was never keen on dating much b/c she was pretty much in the books for most of her twenties. She had dated college boys and med college boys. None of them really captured her attention. She shared that she just popped her cherry later only five years ago with an Indian guy that her mom set her up with. She told me that they had hooked up over the course of several months. She also added that she felt it was more of a chore to please him and that he never reciprocated. She'd often turn to her toys after he fell asleep to get herself off. Ultimately, she really thought sex was underwhelming. So, she hasn't been with anyone since.
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