At the front door to the gym I looked to my left for no reason at all and espied a young woman dressed in a black pant suit walking toward me with plastic bags in her hands. It had been some time since I did something nice for someone and so I waited. She was the club's receptionist and waiting for her was a small price to pay for the view I received. I took in her beauty, capturing it with my photographic memory: she is petite and top heavy, with short brown hair and blonde highlights, a sort of messy look that reminds me of the sexy biker dyke donning a 12" strap on cock and who gets off on humiliating inadequate husbands when they find out she plows their wives better than they do.
Just before she got within talking distance, I managed to get a look at her feet. Red painted nails led the procession, encased in open toed shiny black high heeled shoes. A lovely sight but I knew I was out of time and just as I looked up again, we made eye contact. I was caught but how could she know what I was doing and so somehow with charm and sophistication and I swung the door open and said "are you headed this way?"
"Yes, thank you." She said and smiled broadly. "Today must be my lucky day," she said and walked past me. It happened quickly but I managed a brief glimpse of the top half of her wonderfully large breasts through the opening of the unbuttoned top she wore. "Why is that did you win the lottery?"
She giggled, "No silly, you opened the door for me."
As I stepped into the club's innocuous entryway, I said "you're welcome."
She stopped in her tracks and turned to say calmly "Thank you," she said.
"No problem."
She turned to walk down the long narrow hallway that leads into the main reception area and the rest of the club. Our fitness club is boutique style and resides in a strip shopping mall. It is high end and all the employees are young, attractive and dressed in black. If I lack motivation to workout there is always the sight of a friendly young female attendant to stir my interest.
At a respectable distance, I followed the receptionist down the hallway. She's every bit attractive at the back as the front and I forgot about the dyke image and focused on her ass. It moved side to side with each step she took. As her heels clicked the floor, I wondered if she wore them to entice attention on her ass or her feet and I told myself if I ever got a chance to have either I'd probably blow it by picking both. Man those toes are sexy but that ass, well that's just inspires sin.
Just as the hallway opened up to a larger room, she looked over her shoulder and caught me staring at her ass.
"I really appreciate you opening the door for me. Give me a second I need to take these bags to the guys and then I'll be back."
I wondered if she wanted me to wait and for what? Of course, as I approached the reception desk, I readied my card and slid it through the reader until it beeped. Then, as though on automatic pilot, I grabbed a lock and headed for the locker room before I realized she wanted me to wait. By then it was too late. I needed to stow my belongings and meet my trainer.
My workout was tough. My trainer was waiting to turn up the intensity level since the last time, when I complained that the workouts weren't tough enough here. He worked me hard and gave me little rest between sets, but then that's part of the service I pay for. Someone to guide my exercise, coach me through the toughest parts and be firm about not letting me quit. After the workout, we shook hands and agreed to another session in two days. I was feeling euphoric now because I made it through his regimen and felt the accomplishment sink in.
On my way out of the club, it was 9 pm and she was seated at her desk reading a Brangelina story. "You didn't wait for me," she said playfully and smiling. "I wanted to give you this." She handed me a folded piece of paper. "Go ahead and look."
I took the paper and began unfolding it while looking at her. She sat upright in anticipation of capturing the happy look a gift recipient often displays upon opening a nice present. Her smile was warm and inviting and contagious and I found myself letting go and smiling back as I fumbled with the paper and the numerous folds she had made with it.
When it was completely unfolded, I looked down to see something handwritten in red ink. As I began to read it, I heard a sharp intake of air and then a slow exhale but I didn't look up until I had read the message three times. On it, she had written:
Your waiting at the door for me and letting me go in ahead of you was gentlemanly and kind. Catching you looking at my ass made me wet. I am wondering if you would share your naughty thoughts about seeing me naked and all the things you want to do for me. Let's get kinky tonight and fuck our brains out. Mistress Jenn.
When I looked up again, I noticed her lips were glossier looking. A man came out of his office and headed out the door, "night Jenn," he said. "Good night sir," she said to him while never breaking our eye contact.
I flipped the sheet over and placed it on the counter and then grabbed a pen from the cup on her desk. On it I wrote my response. 'Unbutton your top all the way, remove your bra and put it in your purse then walk out with me and follow me home. I want to shower first.'
When I was done writing, I pushed the paper toward her and she leaned forward to read it. Without hesitation, she smiled and looked up at me with her lips parted. Her hands moved up to her middle button and she undid it and the remaining two. She looked into my eyes and I felt her mischief touch me as she unhooked her bra from the front. After she pulled it forward and free, she opened her purse and pushed it inside. It was a small purse and did not provide adequate space for the addition of her bra so she withdrew it and looked up at me again with mischief written on her face.
She rose from her chair and met me on the other side of her desk. I stood calmly, hoping she would not see the erection tenting my gym shorts but she saw it and smiled wider. Locking eye contact with me she closed the gap between us and stuffed her bra in my shorts. "You carry it and follow me."
Outside the club, she locked the door and then turned to face me. Pulling her shoulders back opened her vest slightly, giving me a sexy view of her ample chest and smooth skin. "I'm in the black Corvette," she said. "Follow me now and keep up."
"I thought we were going to my place."
"First let's go to mine." Then she turned and walked to her car. I followed her and said "I'm in the Lexus that's parked next to you. Let me get your door."
After opening her car door, Mistress Jenn patted my tenting shorts and said "I like that you're not afraid to publicly demonstrate you have an erection." I looked down and then attempted to cover and maybe pull it back to rest upright alongside me. "Uh, uh, uh," she began, "I said I like it just the way it is. Are you embarrassed now? Your face is quite red."
I looked into her eyes and nodded. She slid off her jacket and tossed it into her car and then she pulled open her white top and exposed her naked breasts to me. "Do you like?" she asked. I nodded again. "Bend over the door without touching it and kiss my nipples." To comply, I held my wrists behind my back for counterbalance and bent forward until my lips lightly grazed her right pink nipple. She smelled lovely and I kissed her nipple once, then again and then I opened my lips a little more and suckled her into my mouth. "Mmm, that's it. You can't help yourself can you? I said kiss them and yet you are already suckling me."
I lifted off her nipple and apologized. Her hand covered the back of my head and she pulled me down again "I forgive you this time, now do my other one the same way."
Her hand remained on the back of my head this time as I dove forward for her other nipple. After kissing it twice, I sucked it past my lips. It tasted just as sweet as the other and I lovingly tongued and lipped her nipple until it was fantastically erect.
Lights washed over us and Jenn quickly withdrew herself from my mouth and sat in her car. I looked forward and saw a security car driving into the parking lot. I shut her car door and she started its engine. The window rolled down and she said "come here." I stepped forward and got as close as I could without touching her car. As the patrol car drove past us, she said "I like men who give me what I want. Those are the men who get to fuck me when I'm horny."
"I want to fuck you Jenn."
"I know you do. Call me Mistress Jenn."
