I’m a radical chick with a hot bod, and I’m very eager to show it off. I do motorcycle shows, calendars, lingerie shots — you know, cheesecake kinds of stuff. My tits are sensational — very firm, round and full. Photographers tell me that my tits are as close to perfect as you can get. Not to brag, but I’ll have to agree with them. The rest of my body is in great shape from many hours each week spent doing weights and aerobics at the health club. In fact, the experience I want to share with your readers happened at one of my workouts.

A couple of weeks ago, I flew down to Dallas to be a card girl at a big televised boxing match. I was put up at a nice hotel, which I didn’t get to until about ten o’clock at night. The first thing I did was grab my exercise bag and head down to the workout room in the basement. I always have three or four workout outfits in the bag, and I always decide what to wear after I’ve scanned the other people in the room. This particular time, there were only two gentlemen in their fifties sitting next to the hot tub, which was adjacent to the exercise area.

When I slipped into the bathroom to change, one of those devilish moods came over me, and I decided to give the guys a show. I put on some black briefs, which are normally worn over tights, and a loose white cutoff T-shirt that hung to just below my boobs and which I normally wear over a leotard. That’s all, other than my socks and sneakers.

The guys couldn’t believe their eyes when I emerged from the bathroom and started doing stretches and various exercises on the machines. They talked with me while I went through my routine and watched me intently. Several of the exercises that required my raising my hands above my head lifted my shirt up to where the undersides of my tits — and almost my nipples — were clearly visible to them. I would purposely hold the exercise bar up so I could feel their burning stares on my chest. As I was finishing up, the guys got into the hot tub. I don’t know if they did this to hide their hard-ons or because they realized it was almost time for the workout room to close.

As we chatted, the guys introduced themselves as Ben and Cal. They were in Dallas on business. Cal was rather quiet, but Ben was very talkative. In fact, Ben had gotten quite bold in some of his compliments about my figure. I wasn’t bothered. In fact, I was very sweet and friendly and even a little flirtatious, because it added to the scene.

Ben finally asked me to join them in the hot tub. Well, I wanted to make them really work for it. “I’d love to, but I didn’t bring a suit with me,” was my response.

Ben laughed. “Hey, babe, there’s only us two old farts around. You’re not afraid of us, are ya?” I’m sure Ben did not really expect me to just strip and hop in, so I led him on some more. “Well, I don’t know,” I said in a slow, hedging manner.

Realizing that there was a chance I might actually be talked into it, Ben swallowed hard and rattled out all kinds of statements about relaxing muscles, assuring me that he and Cal were interested only in sharing the hot tub with a beautiful woman. I finally said, “What the hell,” and quickly stripped off everything and stepped down into the hot tub. Both men appeared stunned as they stared at my naked breasts and pussy as I entered the water.

Ben finally spoke when I was under the water. “Cal, I’m either dreaming or in heaven,” he said. I laughed and he went on. “Young lady, you have the most astoundingly beautiful figure I’ve ever seen. You wouldn’t be a topless dancer or magazine centerfold or something like that would you?”

Now, compliments like that don’t go unappreciated. I raised my breasts above the water and kept them there for the guys to stare at all they wanted. I was telling them about my modeling when we heard someone opening the door, so I lowered myself neck-deep in the water. The security guard, a large man in his thirties, entered.

“Sorry, folks, but I’m going to have to lock up,” he announced, totally unaware of my nakedness. Ben and Cal were smirking and trying to talk the guard into giving us another half an hour. The whole situation had really gotten my juices flowing, so I decided to go for it. “Why don’t you join us?” I said to the security guard.

“Sorry, I’m on duty,” he said.

“Are you sure?” I asked as I raised my boobs above the water.

Ben and Cal laughed at how quickly the guard — whose name I learned later was Tim — changed his mind. Tim quickly locked the entrance door from the inside and peeled off his clothes. When he pulled his large boxer shorts down and a huge, thick, semi-hard cock sprang out, I knew my pl.Issy was going to get a workout, too.

Tim got in the hot tub between Ben and me, amazing me with his assertiveness. He put his arm around me and pulled me against him, saying, “You’re some number.”

Cal started to tell Tim to cool it, but I stopped him, saying, “That’s all right. He’s just easily excitable, aren’t you?” I looked Tim in the eye and reached down and wrapped my hand around his now fully erect cock.

“I can’t believe this” was his answer. I let go of him and started climbing out of the tub.

“Where are you going?” Tim and Ben asked together.

“Don’t worry, boys, I’m not going anywhere,” I said as I crawled onto the carpet on my hands and knees, with my dripping-wet pussy and rear end facing them. I knew they were enjoying the view! I looked over my shoulder with my back arched so that my pussy was as open as possible. “Well, Mr. Security Guard, want to put your nightstick in this?” I asked in a sexy way. I couldn’t believe I was doing and saying this.

Ben and Cal moaned, and Tim scampered out of the tub. He wasted no time positioning himself behind me and thrusting that big dick of his deep into my pussy. It felt so good, it took my breath away. Tim grabbed hold of my hips and started pumping feverishly. Next thing I knew, Ben was sliding under me so that his head was between my legs and directly under my pussy which had Tim’s huge cock pounding into it. What a view he must have had!

After a few minutes, Tim exploded inside me. Ben wiggled out from underneath me and quickly got behind me. He pulled his trunks down and put his cock where Tim’s had just been. Even though I could hardly feel Ben’s much smaller dick, I let him pound away until he too shot his load. When he pulled out, I turned around to look at Cal, who was sitting next to the hot tub. “What about you, Pops?” I asked.

“Call me crazy, but after thirty-odd years of staying faithful to my wife, I’m not about to change at this stage of the game,” Cal answered. “But I did enjoy the show.”

I just smiled and crawled over to him. “You’re sweet,” I said as I pulled his head to my tits. His mouth went to one of my nipples, and one hand grabbed and squeezed my other tit. He sucked and fondled my boobs for a few minutes, then pulled away saying, “Thank you for brightening my day.”

I’ve had a lot of erotic experiences in my life and fucked a lot of guys, but that experience was my craziest. And you know what? That big old security guard gave me a better fuck than most of the hunks and sophisticated photographers I’ve been with.