Stacy & Linda

Billy was euphoric to look at all the milfs practising the moves he had just taught them. All the twenty or so participants were, in a sense, dancing to Billy's tune.

The club was bustling, with moms boxing in pairs, or rather running through the moves Billy had taught them.

Of course, this was being done on the mats, rather than inside the ring. Billy was observing his new 'students' while leaning against the ringside.

His brows were furrowed, his arms crossed, and sincerity dripped from his face. It looked as if he were fully focused on guiding these amateurs.

Which was all but a facade.

He had deliberately taught them 'moves' which, to a nineteen-year old young boy, would be easy on the eyes. Billy couldn't contain his grin thinking about how he had demonstrated to 'twist their hips' before throwing a punch, so as to gain torque.

The way he had exaggerated the 'twist' itself, meant Billy's testosterone-induced self was in for a visual treat.

All the women inside the club were trying their best to perfect their form, only to cartoonishly shake their asses and jiggle their racks, which was a perfect view for Billy.

But there was one specific mommy on whom his gaze was locked.

Billy had his eyes lecherously glued on Stacy, a well-stacked milf, complete with a black scoop neck bra and high waist yoga shorts. Her blonde hair was slicked back in a ponytail.

Even from a distance, he could make out the perspiration condensed above her succulent lips, making them all the more desirable. Her cleavage, just like the rest of her visible body, was sporting a tan, and made Billy lick his lips.

He wanted to hurtle towards her, and bury his face in those cushions. Needless to say, this was impossible.

However, what Billy could do, which he ultimately did, was to take undue advantage of being a 'professional' trainer, and 'help' Stacy with her form.

"Wait...",Billy's voice echoed, directed towards Stacy, "...let me help", with that he strode purposefully towards her, while numerous pair of eyes followed him, one of which was Linda's, Stacy's sparring partner.

Stacy froze in place as she watched Billy approach her. All her blushing self could muster was a faint smile. Her gloved hands were awkwardly close to her chest, and stayed there until Billy walked right to her.

Billy, with an assuring grin, stepped right behind her, and slipped his arms beneath hers, and took hold of her hands.

A shiver ran down Stacy's spine as she felt Billy's muscular body.

"Now do as I say...", Billy spoke softly in her ear, "...pull your hands away from your chest...", and proceeded to correct her stance.

Linda stared open-mouthed, as the teacher-student duo began their 'training'. The way Billy was caressing Stacy's arm and visibly sniffing her neck made Linda cringe with disgust. This look of revulsion didn't escape Billy's notice.

Her blood ran cold as she saw this jackass of a trainer violating her best friend.

But what Billy did next was downright infuriating.

Looking straight into Linda's eyes, Billy, with a cocky smirk, flicked his brows up, as if issuing a silent challenge, daring her to intervene. To hammer down his point further, he jerked his waist forward, pressing his bulge into Stacy's rear.

Linda squeezed her eyes shut and spun away, not because of what Billy was doing, but due to her friend's approval of his actions. A shameless smile was plastered on Stacy's face. Billy's unwavering attention was making her bubble with excitement, like a sixteen-year old schoolgirl.

Stacy might be naive, but Linda had to do something about Billy.

The sooner, the better...