My Little Gym Girl
Copyright© 2025 by CutePerthGirl
Chapter 1
Fantasy Sex Story: Chapter 1 - Andrew, a 46-year-old man in the process of getting a divorce from his wife of 20 years, befriends a cute, blonde girl he meets at the gym.
Caution: This Fantasy Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Heterosexual Fiction Anal Sex Cream Pie Facial Oral Sex
When my wife of 20 years ambushed me with divorce papers, I wasn’t at all shocked. Our marriage had become stale and one of convenience. We were basically roommates by that point. Our kids had moved out a year prior. They were the glue that held us together for so long, but now that they were grown adults, there wasn’t much reason to stay married.
For the last 10 years, I neglected my body. I was at least 20 kg overweight, a far cry from the athletic physique I had when Chrissy and I first got engaged. Being fat, 46, and single, I knew getting back into the dating scene was going to be a challenge. Unlike some middle-aged guys, I still had a healthy sex drive, and jerking off to porn wasn’t going to keep me satiated for long. I needed to get myself back into shape fast if I was going to have any chance of getting laid again.
A week after I moved out into a small 2-bedroom unit near the city center, I signed up at the local gym. It was the first time I set foot in one since I played football, over 22 years ago. Christ! how things have changed since then. Of course, the obvious change was what girls work out in these days. Holy shit! Their gym outfits left little to the imagination. Skin tight, shorts that looked like they were painted on, you could make out every little crevice and curve. Lack of motivation wasn’t going to be a problem, but hiding my boner might be.
The gym was fairly busy most of the time. That was a good thing since I could easily blend in with the crowd and hide my lingering eyes much better. There was no shortage of eye candy on offer. Everywhere I turned, I was met with a stunner who was scantily dressed to show off her goods, it was a parade of ass and tits. I know it’s now 2025, and I shouldn’t think this way, but I’m still very much old school at heart, a hot-blooded male. I can’t help but sexualise these girls, especially with how they were dressed.
I wasn’t stupid, of course, with how I looked and my age, it was going to be a long shot to get any of these young girls to give me the time of day, let alone let me into their shorts. I didn’t think I was gross by any means. Apart from my weight, I thought I looked fairly decent. I still had a full head of short dark hair, and I was tall, 6’4 at least. I had a lot going right. I just needed to trim this gut.
During my many gym sessions throughout that first couple of weeks ( I would often go morning and night since my social life was dead), I found myself taking an interest in this one, pretty, short blonde girl with small curves upstairs and down stairs. What really drew me to her was the fact that she had a striking resemblance to a pornstar I had been jerking off to for years, Molly Little.
Her face looked so innocent, I wondered if she took loads on it as her pornstar doppelganger did. Fuck! I couldn’t stop thinking about this girl and what it would be like to hold her little peach of an ass in both my large hands and force my dick into her tight pussy or ass. No doubt they would be tight. The girl couldn’t have weighed more than 50 kg.
I was quickly becoming an old creep the longer I went without sex. She was probably still a teen, the same age as my youngest child. Jesus! I just couldn’t help myself, and going home to jerk off to Molly little videos after perving on her all night didn’t help curb my creepy fantasies about the young women.
One particular night, as I was working my shoulders with dumb bells and sneakily taking glances at my gym crush’s perfectly formed, bubble butt in her tiny, navy shorts, she suddenly looked back over her shoulder, and our eyes met for a second. Shhhhssss ... shit! She caught me staring. I looked away extremely quickly, too quickly, which only proved my guilt. Surprisingly, the cute girl half-smiled and went back to her bench lunges. She was probably used to guys having a cheeky look.
For the rest of my workout, I made the conscious decision to stay away from her in case my curious eyes would no doubt instinctively perve at her again. The last thing I needed was to be called out for being a creep and kicked out in shame. She was worth the risk if I were to be completely honest, but I managed to resist the urge.
When I finished my workout and left the male locker room with my things, the object of my many fantasies was walking by in the opposite direction. Her tiny sports bra barely covered her small chest, and I could easily spot her nipples poking through the thin stretchy fabric. I immediately began to lower my gaze, but not before I caught another innocent smile from her petite pink lips. I guess it didn’t bother her that she caught me red-handed, or maybe she didn’t notice what I was doing after all. Either way, I hurried to my car and back home to relieve my aching erection while imagining what those small lips would look like wrapped around my lonely, stiff cock.
My morning workouts were much more productive without the presence of my dream girl’s distracting beauty. Of course, there was no shortage of other wank -bank worthy broads to perve at. Girls with much more bustier bodies, which I usually preferred, but my mind stayed hung up on the little blonde stranger. Maybe I should just take a chance? I heard many girls her age liked older men. Fuck! I just couldn’t imagine her wanting anything to do with me, though.
This girl was quickly becoming an obsession. I kept imagining her big blue eyes looking up at me as I plunged my old dick in and out of her snatch. She had to be a good fuck, flexible and energetic. The pretty thing could probably ride my fat cock all night with how athletic her toned legs were. Fuck! What a sight it would be, Jesus!
“Hey, Dad! Lunch?” my 22-year-old son called out, waking me from my dirty thoughts.
“Ahhh! yeah, sure. I lost track of time,” I lied to him from behind my desk.
On Wednesdays and Mondays, my son, Liam, worked with me while he studied for a business degree. I started my own real estate agency with an old uni pal 15 years ago. He has since left the state and started another branch of our successful business in Sydney after falling in love.
I hadn’t worked a lot for the last few years; I didn’t need to, but the divorce had given me a kick in the butt to get out of the house and be productive. It was good for the soul.
“Mum’s seeing this guy, Teddy. Thought I should give you a heads up,” Liam informed me.
“Good for her. She is still a beautiful woman,” I annoyingly replied. Even if I didn’t love her anymore, being a man, it was still a gut punch to know my soon-to-be ex-wife was seeing another man.
“How are you doing? Lined up any dates yet?” he cheekily asked me.
“I’m working on it. Got any tips for an old man?” I joked.
“Flex your wealth, girls love a man with money,” Liam jeered.
I laughed. He was only half joking, but he wasn’t wrong, though. I wasn’t looking for anything serious. Who cares if some gold digger only wanted to sleep with me because I was well off? Using my strengths to my advantage was the smart thing to do.
“So, how are things going with Chloe?” I inquired about his girlfriend.
“She was getting too clingy, dumped her last week. Seeing this new chick, Liv. Want to see a pic?” he offered smugly.
Damn this kid! He went through girls like a chain smoker went through packs of cigarettes. Chloe was gorgeous, a half white, half-Vietnamese girl with a slender figure. She had these smoky brown eyes that oozed sexuality.
I declined his offer, not that I didn’t want to see his new fling, I just didn’t want my son to know I was a weirdo old man.” Where did you meet this girl?” I curiously asked.
“Tinder. You should get on there, Dad. It’s so easy to land a girl,” Liam confidently expressed.
“Yeah, sure! Maybe if I were 20 and in shape,” I replied with a sigh.
“You look fine, a lot of chicks dig a dad bod. Plus, you’re rich. Just try it,” he insisted.
“Maybe when I get desperate,” I chuckled. I was actually getting desperate, but I couldn’t let my son know that. I still had an ego to protect.
That same night, as I entered the gym for my evening workout. I spotted the blonde chatting away to a guy nearer her age. It looked like they were enjoying themselves with how she was giggling. I was jealous, I had no right to be, but I was. Fuck this boy! I said to myself.
I spied on them during my warm-up stretches. Being very careful not to be caught. It was pretty obvious that the young man was interested in the blonde. Or maybe it was just me projecting my own desires; either way, I had a hard time believing any man wouldn’t be interested in a thing so gorgeous.
When he started helping her out with her shoulder presses, I sighed with annoyance. His hands were braced on the sides of her armpits, barely an inch away from her breasts. A huge grin on his face from behind the girl. He was enjoying every minute of being able to touch her tender flesh.
I continued to spy on the couple, keeping a close eye as they went from station to station. Working out together like boyfriend and girlfriend, he was getting a lot bolder with his touching. I was so envious.
After a while, my dejected mood took over, and I focused solely on my workouts. The only way I could ever get a girl like that to give me a chance was to get into shape. There would be other girls, plenty of fish in the sea, as they say. I needed to forget about this one, but it was going to be hard.
As I walked out to my car after the gym session, I spotted the girl and the guy by a small, beat-up, yellow Suzuki Swift. The hood was up; it looked like the car was having trouble starting. If she were alone, I would have been more inclined to offer my assistance, but since she wasn’t, it felt wrong to intervene.
“Hello! Sorry to bother you, but do you know anything about cars?” A soft, sweet voice called out to me just as I was opening my door, so much for forgetting her.
I quickly turned around and was greeted with the sight of my gym crush looking concerned and cute all at the same time. She looked like an angel under the carpark lights.
“A little, what’s the problem with it?” I politely replied.
“It just won’t start. I know nothing about car stuff,” she innocently grinned while playing with her wavy hair.
“Most of the time it’s just a dead battery. I’ll move my car over and give you a jump start,” I told her.
“Thank you so much! You’re a lifesaver!” she gleefully chirped. Her gorgeous blue eyes had me mesmerised for a brief moment.
“It’s no trouble,” I managed to blurt out after a few more seconds of admiring her attractive facial features. Damn! She was perfect. Sweet and sexy all in one small package.
I pulled up beside her car, or at least I assumed it was hers and not the guy’s, but what guy would drive a yellow Swift? I jumped out of my Mercedes and walked to my trunk to retrieve the jumper cables. The Angel was standing in distress while her workout partner was sitting on a bench with his phone ( kids these days, I thought).
“Thank you for helping me again, it’s really nice of you,” she politely said. “ You have a really nice car. I’ve always wanted a Mercedes,” she added.
“It’s no trouble, happy to help,” I replied with a friendly smile. “ You can have a look inside if you want,” I offered after noticing her eagle eyeing my car.
“I bet,” the kid said from his seat, it was barely audible, but I heard it.
I’m pretty sure the blonde picked up on his comment as well. She rolled her eyes and offered me an apologetic smile before she quickly jumped into my driver’s seat to have a look at my interior.
“Wow! This is so awesome. It has so many buttons. The seats feel so comfy,” she chirped.
I gave the girl an amused grin and went to work on hooking up the jumper cables. Her young friend looked displeased as he peered up from his phone to see what she was up to.
“Why don’t you start her up?” I called out.
“There’s no key!” she shrieked back.
“It’s a keyless start, there’s a button to the right of the steering wheel,” I informed her.
“Oh, cool!” I heard her coo as my engine started running.
I walked over to my driver’s side window and peeked down at her cheerful, pretty face. She was loving being in my luxury automobile. “ Want to get out and try to start your car? Or I can do it, and you can play around in there a little longer,” I joked with her.
“I think I’ll stay in here a little longer. My keys are in the ignition,” she smirked happily.
I chuckled and nodded my consent before walking over and squeezing into her driver’s seat. The girl’s car was a mess, typical teenager leaving food wrappers and her makeup all over the place. Just like my 19-year-old daughter’s car.
I grinned, seeing the boy looking even more visibly annoyed from behind her windscreen. Oh well, I ignored him and tried to start up her car. 4, 5 times, and the engine just wouldn’t start. I eventually gave up and got back out, scratching my head.
“Bad news. I don’t think it’s the battery. Probably the start-up motor of something,” I broke to her.
“OMG! Sounds serious! What am I supposed to do?” she sighed while flopping back against my car seat.
“Do you have a roadside assistance membership?” I quired.
“No! I can’t afford that,” she hissed. God! I’m already broke, this sucks!” the young girl cried.
“It’s okay, I’ll call mine. If it’s just the starter, it won’t take long to fix,” I reassured her.
“That’s really sweet of you. Thank you so much!” she genuinely expressed with a beaming smile.
She got out of my car and walked over to her friend as I was calling for roadside assistance. The two exchanged words before he grabbed his gym bag and began to walk off. “Good riddance,” I cheered to myself as she strolled back towards me.
“Everything ok?” I asked her.
“Yeah, all good. We were just going to get some food, but I told him I couldn’t now,” she coyly replied.
The kid probably thought he was going to get lucky tonight; no wonder he looked so annoyed. I couldn’t blame him. His loss was my gain, though. I guess someone up there was looking out for an old man.
“They’ll be here in 5,” I told her.
“Cool! Thank you so much! I’m Rihanna, by the way,” the young girl sweetly said.
“You are welcome, Rhianna. Pretty name,” I blurted out cringely.
“Thank you,” she shyly grinned. “ So what’s your name? I’ve noticed you around the gym,” she said nervously.
“Oh! Sorry for being rude! I’m Andrew,” I replied, looking embarrassed.
The girl giggled and gave me a half smile. It was nice to finally put a name to that pretty face I had been admiring for weeks.
“Nice to meet you properly, Rhianna.”
“You too, Andrew. Call me Rhi. she softly said.
“Okay, Rhi, it is. So, are you a student, working?” I curiously asked as we waited.
“I go to Uni. Sports science, and I work a few days a week at a clothing store,” she replied proudly.
“Oh wow! That’s great. Seems like a perfect degree for you,” I assumed, since she clearly loved going to the gym. Her body was in tip-top shape, and I couldn’t resist having a sneaky glance over her modest chest.
Rihanna knowingly grinned. I’m pretty sure she knew what my eyes were doing. She was much smarter than she looked. I guess a lot of people would assume she was just a ditzy, pretty blonde girl.
We stood there in silence for a brief moment, our eyes casually flirting, or so I thought, until the roadside assistance van’s arrival broke the awkwardness.
I gave the guy a rundown of the problem, and he quickly went to work inspecting the fault with her car. Rhianna suggested we take a seat on the bench, and I readily agreed.
“So you live close by?” I asked her casually.
“About a 20-minute drive. How about you?” she returned.
“Fairly close, 5 minutes or so.”
“My sister and I are trying to find a place nearby, but it’s like impossible to get a unit or an apartment these days. The waiting list is so long,” the young girl sighed.
What are the odds? First, her car breaks down, and now I find out she needs a place to rent. Both things I could easily help her with. Of course, I wouldn’t be as blatant as to offer her a favor for sex, but the thought did cross my mind for a split second.
“I could help you out with finding a place. I manage a few properties in the area. I’m sure we can find something within your budget,” I eagerly offered with ulterior motives.
“Really! Holy cow! That would be so amazing!” Rhi said ecstatically. “ You are like the nicest man ever,” she then chirped.
I laughed and smiled from ear to ear. Of course, I felt bad about what I really wanted, but a good portion of me actually felt chuffed about helping a sweet girl in need. “ He’s my business card. Just talk to your sister about it and give me a call when you’re ready,” I offered.
“Sweet! We’re ready now. I hate living with my mother and her husband,’ Rhi frowned.
Her usual cheerful grin washed away when talking about her living situation. I wondered if there was something more sinister going on. “ Great! I can show you a couple of places that might be perfect tomorrow if you are free?”
“Yes! Yes! And Yes!” the girl chanted enthusiastically.
I chuckled at her youthful exuberance and nodded. “Meet me at the office around 10, bring your sister along if you want,” I suggested.
“She’s busy with school, but she won’t care as long as the place is affordable,” Rhi expressed happily.
Nice! More time alone with Rhi was just what I wanted. Hopefully, she would be so grateful for my help that she wouldn’t mind helping an old fella out with his urgent sexual need. Fuck! I felt like such an asshole just thinking about it, but I had to do what I had to do.
“All fixed, but I would take her into a shop to replace some old parts on the starter motor. It should be fine for a while, though,” the mechanic informed.
“Great! How much do I owe you?” Rhianna quired.
“Nothing, it was just minor. Membership will cover it,” the man informed before he sped off to another job.
“Told him you were my daughter. We have a family plan membership,” I confessed, amused.
Rhianna giggled playfully and thanked me again, this time with a surprise hug. I savoured every second of having her petite body against mine.
“This night turned out better than expected. Are you sure you’re not a guardian angel or something?” she teased me.
I smirked and shook my head,” I’m no angel, just a guy who hates seeing pretty girls in distress,” I said in my most charming tone. I couldn’t just outright say I was only helping her in the off chance she would fuck me. I’m not stupid.
“That’s so sweet! Okay, it’s getting late, I should let you go. I’ve wasted enough of your time, Andrew,’ Rhianna kindly suggested.
“It’s no bother, young lady. I’ll see you tomorrow morning,” I reminded her.
She smiled warmly, and we parted ways. That night, I resisted the urge to wank off. I wanted the real thing, and hopefully I’ll get it tomorrow. But either way, I actually enjoyed her company; it was a win-win situation, no matter how I looked at it.
It was a pleasant surprise when she showed up at the office 5 minutes early for our meeting. I was used to my own kids being late for everything. Rhianna definitely turned a few heads when she arrived. I think a couple of my agents were hoping she just needed someone to show her properties.
“She’s just a friend of my daughter,” I lied to my receptionist, Stacy.” I’ll be back by lunch,” I told her before leaving with Rhianna.
“You look great. I thought you would turn up in gym clothes,” I joked with her.
She giggled and smiled at me,” I thought that would be unprofessional.”
“I wouldn’t have minded,” I cheekily winked. I did miss her skimpy, skin-tight gym outfits, but her hip-hugging jeans and simple white, short-sleeve V-neck top were flattering and cute.
First, I drove her to see a 2-bedroom apartment 10 minutes from our gym. This place was more than likely out of her price range, but it gave me an excuse to prolong our time together. Of course, she loved the place. I knew she would, but when I told her the weekly rent, her gorgeous face slumped in disappointment.
“My sis and I can only afford around $400 at best, and that would be pushing it,” Rhianna told me, ashamed.
“That’s understandable. Times are tough for young people. You don’t need to feel ashamed. I’ll show a place you can afford,” I conveyed. “ I probably should have asked you that before we started seeing properties. I’m a terrible agent, no clue how I’m still in business,” I joked.
“I brought references with me if you want to look at that,” she offered as we rode the elevator down.
“That’s okay, I trust you. Just a hunch,” I smiled at her.
“Wow! You are a bad agent. What if I trash the place and don’t pay the rent on time?” she playfully asked.
“It’ll give me an excuse to come knock on your door every day, check to see if the place isn’t trashed, or ask for the rent money,” I chuckled.
Rhianna gave me a knowing smirk. I think she got the gist of my joke. Thank god!
“Have you ever taken advantage of poor, pretty tenants who had trouble paying the rent?” Her naughty question totally shocked me.
I had to look her closely in the eye to make sure it was actually just a playful question. Her cheeky giggle told me it was. Damn! I guess she didn’t have a problem with jokes of that nature. The girl was getting more and more perfect by the minute.
“Never a pretty blonde,” I built up the courage to say. Rhianna laughed at my answer.
“Maybe you’ll get the chance. If you read some of my references, you would know that I have a huge gambling problem,” she kidded.
“Pokies? Horse racing? Casino?” I played along.
“All 3, and underground cage fights. It’s actually why I’m at the gym every day. I’m training for a fight to pay off my debts,” she wisecracked.
I struggled to keep a straight face with that one, but I managed. “ Christ! You have one interesting life, young lady. How old are you?” I finally remembered to ask.
“I’m 20, too old for you?” she teased.
Hold crap! She was obviously flirting with me now. I didn’t know if she was doing it for the rental property or if she actually found me attractive. It had to be to secure the rental. Oh well! I wasn’t too surprised, but it did bruise my ego a little.
“I think I’m the only one who should be asking questions like that, Rhi,” I replied with amusement.
“Ask then!” she countered.
I paused my stride and stopped to look her in the eye. The cutey had this cheeky smirk on her face. “ Am I too old for you?” I asked her, grinning.
“I won’t sleep with anyone over 60, but you are what, 59?” she laughed out after her jab.
“58, close enough,” I laughed along with her. This girl was actually interesting to talk to. I thought I just wanted to fuck her, but maybe I could actually see myself with her in the long term.
We started our walk again to my car, and as I hurried over to open the door for her, she sweetly told me,” I don’t think you’re too old for me, Andrew. I prefer older guys,” she seductively confessed.
Hot Damn! I couldn’t hide my excitement. I didn’t even care if she meant it or not. It gave me hope for the rest of the day.
The next apartment was a short 2-minute drive from the last. Still 2 bedrooms, but smaller and less modern. Rhianna didn’t seem to care too much; she happily walked around, inspecting the small place with hope, while I followed closely behind, inspecting her ass. My cock throbbed every time she slightly bent over. A cheeky, white thong waistband would show itself, much to my approval.
“I love it! Please tell me it’s within my budget,” she chirped after spinning around.
“I might get fired, but I can rent it out to you for $350 a week. I’ll even forgo the bond,” I was thinking with my dick by excluding the bond.
“Fucking nice! Can the boss get fired, though?” she argued back.
I scratched my head, feigning innocence, and shrugged my shoulders,” I guess not,” I chuckled.
“That’s too bad, because I would have done anything to make the sacrifice worth your while,” The blonde giggled.
Fuck me! This girl wasn’t as innocent as she looked. Rhianna knew how her teasing was affecting me. If she kept this up, I wouldn’t be able to hold my urges any longer.
“You know I can find someone who will pay more for this place, right?” I said with tongue and cheek.
“Money isn’t everything. Some things are worth a lot more,” the blonde minx retorted with a sassy look, her hand on her cocked hip.
“What things? I’m very curious to hear your thoughts,” I smirked.
“My friendship, my gratitude, my company,” Rhi put forward very confidently. Her eyes were smoldering with a sultry glare.
Jackpot! The girl wasn’t stupid; she had to know I would have offered her the apartment even without the promise of anything sexual. Maybe she did find me attractive? I wasn’t going to question what God put in front of me; I had to take this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. Seal the deal before she sees sense.
“How about you give me a sample of those things tonight? Dinner at my place?” I just had to shoot my shot.
“I usually work out on weekday nights,” she smiled.
“I do too, but we can still work out after dinner. Is 6 pm too early?” I asked.
“No, that sounds perfect,” Rhi agreed, giving me a sexy grin.
“Great! Shall we head back to the office and sign the paperwork?” I suggested.
“Are you sure you don’t want to wait until you’ve had a taste of my company first?” she teased.
“That would be smart, but as I said, I’m a terrible agent,” I joked.
Rhianna giggled and nodded her head, sarcastically agreeing with my playful self-assessment. We gave each other matching grins before leaving her new apartment. I watched her saunter happily just in front of me. I couldn’t wait to get my hands on that lean, tight body of hers.
At my office, I got her to sign the necessary paperwork before walking her out the door. Not a moment too soon, any longer with the hottie, and I would have jumped her even without consent.
After work, I hurried home and cleaned my unit for the first time since moving in. I usually have a maid come in once a week, but that was a few days away. I ordered in Japanese; most young girls liked Japanese, I assumed, and then I got myself ready. Trimmed my pubes and chest, and made sure my breath was minty fresh.
Like this morning, Rihanna showed up on my doorstep with impeccable precision. 6 pm on the dot. She looked delectable in her green, floral mini, summer dress. It was clear she dressed to impress. This was a real date, not something she was forced into, judging by her genuine, beaming smile.
“Hi again, Andrew! I bought you a gift to show my gratitude for today and last night,” she held out a bottle of upmarket scotch as an offering.
“You really didn’t have to do that, Rhi. I told you it was my pleasure to help you out,” I replied.
“Don’t worry. I stole it from my stepdad’s cabinet,” she deviously confessed.
I chuckled and welcomed her inside. She smelled of vanilla and honey. Fuck! Maybe we should just skip the food, I thought to myself. The hem of her dress tortured me, just low enough to cover her ass, but short enough to give me hope I could spot what was underneath if she angled her body just right.
“Would you like a drink?” I politely offered after guiding her to my dining area.
“Sure. Not the scotch, I hate that stuff. Do you have beer?” she inquired.
“Yeah, I do. Didn’t think girls your age liked beer,” I commented while opening up a bottle for her.
“I try not to drink too often, only on special occasions,” she let me know.
“Yeah, I’m doing my best to give it up. I’m trying to get back into shape,” I told her.
“I weirdly prefer a guy that’s not ripped. Guess I’ve had too many bad experiences with jerks at the gym,” Rhi said, looking annoyed.
“I’ll take that as a compliment,’ I laughed.
Rhi giggled along with me and enjoyed a swig of her beer.
My assumption that all young girls loved sushi was spot on, at least with Rhianna. For a girl who was barely 5’5 and weighed 55 kg, give or take, she scoffed down most of what I ordered like a starving soldier. It was quite a sight.
Rhi told me her sister was bouncing with glee after she told her about the apartment. The two girls booked a moving truck right away for this weekend. They couldn’t leave her mother’s place fast enough.
I was happy for her; maybe my lust for the 20-year-old would work out well for both of us, or at least for me, I hoped.
“Thank you for dinner! That was really good,” she graciously thanked me. “ Can I use your bathroom?”
“Of course, it’s right down that hall. Last door,” I informed her. I watched that gorgeous ass sway all the way down the hall.