Having untied herself from the elastic which bound her to the hedge, Pauline walked back to her house on shaky legs. On one level, she was affronted. She had stared down the partners at her law firm when she had asked for a well-deserved raise. And knew well how to handle the occasional client who didn't take her legal knowledge and skills seriously. Even in her previous relationships, she had always been the one in charge. The smart one. The one in control. Who the hell did this boy think he was?
And yet.
Yet, her clit twinged each time she thought about how the neighbour's son had so easily and naturally overpowered her. How he had simply grabbed her, tied her, and made her cum. Dominated her completely. Worst of all, she was still aroused. It didn't feel complete despite the release. It was insufferable.
The rest of the day passed by in a blur. Before turning in for bed, Pauline took out her vibrator and masturbated. Unbidden, the days events flitted back in to her mind. The spying through the hedge, the neighbour's son sleek muscles in the sun, his hands on her. However, the eventual orgasm didn't sate her. Something had to be done.
The next day, she woke up early and energised. Her desire had subsided to a dull throb. Ha, she thought. He's got no hold over me after all.
She quickly showered, brushed her teeth and started pulling on a lacy thong, a set of skin-tight leggings and a sports bra. She then shrugged on a loose-fitting crop top. She looked in the mirror. The leggings nicely accentuated her athletic-looking legs and the sports bra firmed up her still perky breasts. She ran her hands over her legs, enjoying the feeling of the soft fabric of the tights against her skin. Just as she considered returning to bed for a quickie, the doorbell rang and her heart skipped a little.
She padded towards the front door and after a slight hesitation opened it. Outside stood a handsome man in his forties. A shock of jet-black hair, a disarming smile and a five-o'clock stubble.
'Sebastian', he said, shaking her hand. 'We, that is to say my wife and I, noticed that you just moved in next door and thought to come over to say hello. We are having a small barbeque with some friends this afternoon - can't waste this weather after all. You are more than welcome to come.'
'Sure, I'd be happy to stop by', Pauline replied.
'Ok! Let's say four o'clock then', and with that Sebastian made to turn around. But not before his eyes flitted to glance at her cleavage and taut stomach. She felt a small smile light up her face. The glance didn't bother her - in fact, she felt like she was back in control. She leaned over slightly to give him a better view before he quickly looked away.
'Until then!' She replied cheerfully.
Satisfied with herself, Pauline went back to her kitchen where she quickly ate breakfast and prepared a post-workout protein shake. Grabbing her gym backpack, she put on her running shoes and jogged the short distance to her gym.
Her gym was a swanky affair: all glass and with its own outdoor pool currently closed for maintenance. It catered to powerlifters, weightlifters and bodybuilding/cardio bunnies alike. The main hall was a wide-open space with equipment and lifting platforms neatly scattered around. Along the side were smaller halls, overlooking the pool in which spinning, bootcamp and personal training classes were held. For some measure of privacy these halls were separated from the main hall by thin curtains which allowed you to just make out the general shapes of the machines and people behind them.
Pauline clocked herself in at the reception and started her training programme. She was currently following a heavy squat programme. For the added strength, she told herself, but the toned legs and round butt were of course a nice bonus. As she finished her last set, she noticed with satisfaction that she was lifting more than some of the guys working out next to her, and with better form. This only increased her motivation.
