I had been divorced just over a year, and had joined the local gym to try and loose the dad bod. My true intent was just to get in better shape, but the friendly and attractive folks at the gym always encouraged me to attend. I attended multiple classes, but my favorite was the Tues night class. It normally involved a combination of aerobic and weight stations, and the instructor was really good, played great music, and made sure we all had fun.
There were usually about 9 or 10 of us in the class, with a good mix of male and female, some married couples, etc. On occasion we would leave class and most of us would eat dinner at the small BYOB place in the place next door. We always sarcastically complained about class, discussed work, and standard group discussion issues. More than once, a nice female named Liz would sit next to me. She was an accountant, single, and no kids.
As I was still in "recovery" mode from my divorce, I was not really ready to jump into another relationship. I did enjoy chatting with Liz, and after a few group dinners her beauty and personality started to grow on me. She had a pretty good body, and stunning green eyes. I noticed after the third or so dinner, she always made it a point to walk in and sit next to me. Trust me, I did not mind this at all. She was smart, funny, just the right hint of sassy, and you could see the tenderness come through when she spoke softly.
During one group dinner conversation, she started to lean over and speak only to me about the group. Nothing bad or obscene, just making side comments on the group conversation. In order for me to hear, she had to get pretty close, and I could feel her breath on my ear as she spoke. Needless to say it had been a while since an attractive women had been that close to me, it gave me goosebumps. Once or twice I had to lean in close and put my arm around her to ensure she knew I was still listening. Feeling her warm body heat under her tee shirt started my mind going, as well as my loins. That evening I walked her to her car as we chatted. I opened the door for her, and as she was about to get into her seat, she leaned over and kissed me on the cheek, said nothing, and then off she went. A good sign.
The next week I was not only looking forward to the class, but more intently the dinner afterward. Liz was there, looking stunning, and chose again to sit next to me at dinner. Chatting, flirting, and she even ended up putting her hand on my leg a time or two. As dinner was ending, I was starting to get aroused just at the thought of kissing this amazing woman again.
As we exited together after dinner, she asked which vehicle I drove. That silver Toyota Tundra Truck I said, as I pointed to it. "Wow, I always had this thing for guys who drove trucks. Not the big ones, but ones that get used with dirt in the back..." Mine does for sure. She proceeded to walk towards it, and I eagerly followed. As it was in the fall, it had been dark for a while, and when we got to my truck, she was interested in how much room was in the back seat? "Can you put lots of stuff in there, like boxes and such." You sure can, so I unlocked the door and opened it up. The big grey seats loomed in front of her, and she had no hesitation at climbing right in.
