I just turned 40. Damn, I never really thought that I'd see this age. Every time I've entered a new decade in my life, I've stopped to take stock of my life thus far. When I turned 20, well, let's be honest, I wasn't thinking about anything at 20 except getting laid. At 30, I was pretty happy that my 20's were over and I was ready to settle down. At 40, I am successful, married and have 2 beautiful children. I figured that I was as happy as anyone else, until I met her.
I've always been in pretty good shape, but years of traveling for work, eating poorly and not exercising had taken its toll. I decided that the time had come to join a gym. I joined a national chain, so I could continue my workouts on the road.
Two months into my workout routine, I was in a facility in southern California. I had been working on a long term contract and would be spending the next six weeks in California, only flying home to Phoenix on the weekends. I was about a mile into my run on the treadmill when I noticed the woman next to me.
She looked to be about 5 years older than me, but toned. She had long auburn hair, tied tightly back in a pony tail. She was small, only about 5'2". Her face was angelic. There was something about her, she just glowed. Her tits were large for her body and the sweat slowly trickling onto her top clearly showed the outline of her nipples. Unfortunately, my staring got the better of me and I lost my footing on the treadmill. I tripped and landed right on the belt. Luckily for me, I had attached the automatic stop or I would have had road rash all over my face.
I laid for a moment, assessing my wounds. When I looked up, she was standing over me, small beads of her sweat were dropping on my face, one even landing on my lips.
"Are you alright?" she asked, reaching her hand down to me.
"I think so." I stared into her eyes, mesmerized.
She helped me up and led me to a chair. I sat while she got me a drink of water.
"Thank you again for checking on me," I said, after taking a sip of the water.
"My pleasure." She turned to go. "Maybe next time you should pay attention to your workout instead of staring at my tits." She smiled and winked and walked away before I could answer. I returned to the gym at the same time every day for the rest of the week, hoping to see her again, but she was never there. I flew home to Phoenix for the weekend, but couldn't get her out of my mind. The sight of her top getting wet, the taste of her sweat in my mouth.
The next Monday, I was back in the gym after work. I started running and soon felt a presence next to me. I glanced to my right and there she was. I immediately stumbled a bit, but caught myself. I could see her smile out of the corner of my eye. I finished my work without incident. I amused myself with the weights, waiting for her to leave and hoping to get a chance to speak with her.
About 30 minutes later, I saw her start towards the door. She stopped and chatted with a muscular guy for a moment. I felt jealousy rise up. She smiled; laughed at something he said and left. I hurried after her, trying to be as nonchalant as possible.
"Hi," I said, catching her before she reached her car.
She turned, "Hi."
"I just wanted to thank you for helping me out last week."
"It was my pleasure. You should try paying attention to your workout a little more."
I blushed and couldn't think of anything to say, so I said, "Would you like to have dinner with me sometime. I'm here all week for work and don't know anyone."
She gazed up into my eyes and softly touched my arm. My heart immediately started beating faster and my cock hardened. She then glanced down at my shorts and smiled again.
"I don't think so."
I was crestfallen. "Okay, I understand..." I started.
"I think that working out for you is just a game. What? Maybe a midlife crisis? You are cute, but I demand a little more from my dining companions."
My thoughts were racing. Demand more? From a dining companion? Who is this woman?
"I tell you what. Why don't you prove to me how badly you want to have dinner with me?"
I just gazed into her eyes, in complete adoration.
"What do you weigh?"
"220 lbs."
"What are you trying to get down to?"
"190"
"30 lbs. That's a good start. Here's what we'll do. If you get down to 190, I'll have dinner with you."
"Are you serious?"
She moved closer to me. I was sure she could feel my hard cock, now grazing her flat stomach. "I'm completely serious."
"Ok. How do I get in touch with you when I lose it?"
"Don't worry about that, I'll find you."
She turned and started to walk away.
"Hey, what's your name?"
She turned, her eyes glared into me. "First of all," she said firmly, "I don't answer to "Hey", and secondly, you lose 10 pounds and I'll tell you my name. Don't speak to me, or even look at me until you do so. Is that clear?"
"Yes, ummm..."
"Yes, Miss, will do."
"Yes Miss."
She turned and left me standing in the middle of the parking lot with a hard on, unsure of what really just transpired. I returned to my hotel to shower. My cock would become achingly hard at the mere thought of her, which meant, of course, that I was constantly hard. For some reason, I didn't masturbate, somehow thinking that it would displease her.
I quickly changed and went downstairs for dinner. I ordered a beer and a filet with a baked potato. My thoughts kept rushing back to the afternoon in the parking lot. The waitress placed the beer in front of me. I stopped her.
"Excuse me, Miss. Would it be too late to change my order?"
