Yesterday played on my mind a little, Monica had never expressed interest in the last year.
I'd told her each time about the dates I'd been on, we laughed and joked about them but she never hinted at wanting something extra from me.
Don't get me wrong, I really enjoyed it, having a woman suck me off, swallow my load and all in a pretty public place.. It was exhilarating and I wondered if it might happen again.
I ummed and ahhed over calling her last night, in the end I didn't call.
I'd left my place with plenty time to walk to the gym. I could have got a bus or even drove but I decided to show willing and took the healthy option.
I wasn't expecting to have to hit the gym this morning, it was just a casual look around, so trainers, stone washed jeans and a baggy sweatshirt off I went.
There was a coffee shop a stones throw from Joe's and I dropped in grabbing two large mochas with whipped cream, paid the girl behind the counter, a student from the looks of it, with dark chocolate skin, a wide face and a head of dreadlocks in a range of colours.
"Amarie" her name badge read.
I nodded a thanks, dropping a few coins in the tip pot and walked out heading to the gym.
When I arrived it was all that I'd expected, peeling white paint stained green with age and run off water from the train track overhead. One of the light bulbs flickering weakly over the sign.
A small car park in front of it held a couple of cars and an suv.
The suv dwarved the cars, it was a shiny black, leather interior.. Probably owned by the gym owner, Joe.
The door didn't have a buzzer, and opened easily.
The inside was in better shape than outside, bare brick walls, sturdy chrome lights hanging over equipment.
There was a small counter, an old man in a t-shirt and joggers stood there looking at ledger before looking up at me.
"Help you kiddo?" his voice was gravelly, his nose a mess and his ears.. Showing he'd been a boxer in his prime.
"Yeah, looking for Eliza she said to drop by" I waved a takeaway coffer cup by way of explanation.
"Eliza?" he chuckled, it was more like a bulldog growl than a real laugh, and turned away, hollering out.
"LIZZY, FELLA TO SEE YOU!"
She appeared from round a pillar, towel around her shoulders, hair plastering her sweaty face where it had escaped her ponytail.
She wore two vest tops, one clinging to her skin, she was trim and waif like, no breasts to speak of at all.
The other top was a bit baggier and only a little wet from her exertions that I must have interrupted.
Dark grey leggings, hugging her legs and cut off at the knees again.
"Oh hi you came.. And a little early too.."
Her voice was just as I remembered it, bright, perky and slightly accented, a bright smile, though thin lipped, as she walked over to me.
"Uncle Joe, this is Davis. I'm going to show him around.. If that's OK."
Her accent didn't make it sound like a question at all, more like a statement with which there was only agreement as the answer.
The old man nodded.
"You're the only one in this morning, got some bookings later on today. Knock yourself out."
He smiled warmly at her as he spoke before turning to me.
"I'll leave some forms on the desk here, got some chores in town to do. See you close the door on the way out kiddo"
"Yes sir" it was like talking to an elderly relative, manners came automatically.
"Lizzy will explain anything you want answered." he added fishing out a half dozen bits of paper from under the counter. A contract from the looks of it. I left it where it was as he walked out, closing the door behind him.
"That for me.. Oh wow you remembered I like mocha with the extra cream.. You are a sweetheart!"
The kiss on my cheek took me by surprise, and I suddenly realised something remarkable.
She was the same height as me.
Maybe even a small bit taller. That'd explain why her legs seemed so long when I got a glimpse at them.
She took the paper cup and hooked her arm through mine.
"So, welcome to Joe's.. It's a unique little place. Only accommodates a small group of people at a time."
As she talked we walked round, she showed me each bit of equipment.
Bikes, rowing machines, treadmills, lifting benches and a selection of weights.
Two of everything I noticed, all of it facing its counterpart.
All that filled one arch way, the other was filled with a ring, the one I'd seen her boxing pictures in.
She kept up a steady stream of chatter, arm still through mine, hand resting on my forearm and wrist lightly.
"You know, I'd be happy to sponsor you, act as your spotter, your coach.. If you want."
Her fingers were stroking absently at my arm now, hairs raised at her touch.
"Well.. What about your work.." I managed to ask eventually.
"We'll arrange schedules, you fit me in, I fit you in.."
OK now she was flirting with me I was sure of it. It threw me totally. I was out of my depth here.
"I don't want to be like those guys you see in town, arms wider than most peoples legs.." I tried to joke.
"D'aww that's so sweet" she squeezed my arm "Let's talk about it what you do want. A good trainer always has to know their client.."
She sat on the edge of the ring after a quick jump and effortless clamber up.
We spoke for around half hour, maybe forty-five minutes, the drink dregs were drained.
" So you agree to what I propose then Davis?"
It wasn't a question. I couldn't refuse.
She was going to be my personal trainer, we'd attend together, train together, relax together. There was a sauna and a hot tub built into the rear annex of the building beyond the arches.
She showed both to me, along with the small changing room and shower room.
"Right.. Let's see what I'm working with shall we.." she smiled. Indicating the changing booth.
"I don't have any of my kit.." I told her.
She looked at me.
"So? Afraid I'm going to ridicule you? A good trainer would never do that.. Now, strip"
I couldn't say no.
So here I was, stripping off boots, socks, top, jeans.. While she looked on, the door of the changing booth had no bolt to lock it I noticed.
"And the rest.." she motioned at my boxers.
"Really.. Is that really necessary" I was defiant with my question.
She sighed and kicked off her trainers, her ankle length socks, pulled off the first then the second of her tops, her small breasts stood on display, sweaty and rose nippled.
I was stunned at her brazen attitude, and shocked as she eased down her leggings.
She wore a pair of plain pink briefs, I don't know what the style of them was called, tenga, tanga, tango. Something like that.
And she looked at me.
"You first.." her thin lipped smile again.
I complied. Slipping down my boxers and stepping out of them.
She looked me over, spun her hand round indicating that I should turn on the spot for her to look at.
Once I'd done as she asked of me she beckoned me forward.
"Take down my panties.. You've earned it."
I couldn't believe what she'd said, but I hooked a finger into each part of them at the hips and pulled them down, kneeling in front of her as the pink fabric slid over her skin.
Her firm taut stomach in front of my eyes, as the briefs slid over her thighs I followed them down, looking at her her perfectly waxed cunny.
The mound showed no old nicks from shaving, just pure slightly tanned skin, no hint of her inner lips or a nub of her clit.
No tattoos or piercings marred her perfection, and as I pulled her briefs down to her knees she raises one leg, stepping out of them, her legs open now I glimpsed the subtle flesh of her labia, her mound parted a little.
The flash of her inner pink lips had an effect.
Right, don't forget I'm middle aged, over weight.
And here I am down on my knees in front of a woman half my age, eyes level with the most intimate part of her.
My ex was shorter than me by a good half foot or more, she was, well to be fair she had kept herself in OK shape but age catches up with all of us in the end I guess.
She'd had a few tattoo's done when she was younger and the wrinkles had started to appear.
That's what I was married to, I'd still loved her at the time.
But now, now I was on my knees in front of maybe the most beautiful body I'd ever seen. She could have been a dancer or an athlete, even a model if she wanted.
"Kiss my foot.."
Her words took me by surprise, but I lifted a hand, holding her foot and brought it to my mouth, kissing from her ankle down the arch to the tips of her toes.
I kissed each and every one as if they were fingertips.
The nails were painted a deep maroon colour, they were perfectly trimmed shaped.
I'd never had a thing for feet in the past, but now.. now I was taking her big toe in my mouth, sucking on it, the gentle bitterness her previous exercise a purfumed tang, from her big toe I moved to the next, and then the second, third forth and fifth..
Lavishing them with kisses, licking and sucking on each one, oozing my tongue between the toes, raising her foot and licking, kissing and sucking on her sole, from the toes to the heel..
"Good boy.." She crooned as she took her foot from my face "I'm going to train you extra hard.."
Afterwards we got dressed, she ignored the hardness of my cock, there was no sexual contact at all.. And I was OK with that.
Sure I'd not say no if she was to drop her leggings, lift her tshirts and tell me to fuck her silly..
At the desk I took the paperwork that Joe had left for me.
A contract, just not the sort I had gone there this morning expecting to sign.
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