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.
"Wow, lots of room, and comfy seats." Indeed they were. She glanced over at me, and started give me a look into my eyes that even I couldn't miss. I started to climb in next to her, and she scooted over to the middle. As I sat down, she leaned over me, and I'm assuming intentionally brushed her fabulous breasts against me as she reached over and closed the door. Her hand brushed over my lap as she sat back up, and I could feel myself starting to pump blood away from my heart to other parts of my body. "How long until this little light goes out?" Not even before I could answer the light extinguished.
With that, she reached over and placed her hand on the back of my neck, and pulled our faces close together. She started with a small, moist kiss on the lips. Then her head tilted sideways and her lips parted as we started to kiss deeper. Her soft lips and warm tongue impressed on the back of my mind just how much I had missed the intimacy of an amazing woman. As we kissed, I moved my hand over and started to caress her thigh and buttocks. Weeks of looking at it, and now I new just how nice and firm it really was. As I moved one hand along her ass, and the other moved over her shoulder and neck, I could feel myself growing harder than I had been in months.
After months of no touching, this hardness was no surprise.
