“Bloody hell…nice outfit!” Angela exclaimed. Rummaging through her wardrobe she managed to find a pair of lycra shorts which still fitted, a remnant from her brief flirtation with cycling, and a crop top which just covered her ample bosom but left a decent acreage of her tummy still visible. XXX They had met at the local gym, which Caroline had joined a year ago, her husband having gifted her a year’s membership as a birthday present. Caroline gave an involuntary moan and silently willed Angela to slide her fingers between her legs. In fact the lengths that Angela went to concerned Caroline slightly as they involved much “hands on” stroking and touching, as she complimented her on the various parts of her body. “Shall I?” Angela looked at Caroline and held up the shower gel. Before she could speak there was a loud banging on the door of the changing room.
