It was the start of a three-day holiday weekend, late Friday afternoon. With many people already gone, the nicely furnished and equipped exercise room of the apartment complex was empty except for one man who was moving weights. Don rented a small one bedroom apartment but its size was ample for a single divorced man whose work required him to travel often. His divorce was finalized about two years ago.
In a few minutes, a slightly younger woman entered the exercise room.
"Good to see you, Don. Thanks for the telephone call indicating that you would be exercising."
"Certainly good to see you again, Pam."
They talked briefly before she started to use the treadmill. Pamela rented a two bedroom apartment unit that even had a fireplace -- one that used electricity to provide the illusion of an actual fireplace. Her work was in an office. She had been divorced for just over one year.
They had seen each other from previous contacts and conversations in the exercise room. At different times -- they shared the indoor swimming pool, the hot tub, and the sauna. Both especially liked the facilities during quiet times when few people were using the rooms -- occasionally they were the only two people in the exercise room, the sauna, or the water. Each had seen the other in sweat suits and swim suits.
A few times at a shopping center, they met each other by chance -- but then could spend hours together shopping, eating restaurant meals, and seeing movies. From time to time, they went grocery shopping together. Don gave her advice on the type of digital camera to purchase. They danced together at several socials sponsored by the apartment management. Each had seen the other in street clothes.
Both considered the other to be a special friend.
Weighs were moved up and down, the treadmill moved. Both continued to exercise but were aware of the presence of the other. They finished about the same time and walked toward the exit door from opposite ends of the room. Don was dressed in gym shoes, dark shorts, and a deep green T-shirt. Pamela was dressed in sandals, pink shorts, and a white blouse.
One spoke, "Let's go to the club room and talk a little."
"Yes, but first I need to use the unisex restroom."
One suggested, "We could save some water and use it together."
An "OK" was heard.
Both went into the small unisex restroom, almost together -- closed and locked the door. The couple embraced, a lingering sensual kiss and exploring of lips and tongues occurred. His hand touched her dark hair and the back of her neck, she squeezed his hand, then released, and squeezed again. More kissing and exploring mouths with tongues followed. His hand touched her shoulder and upper arm. Her hand touched and rubbed his chest through the fabric of his green T-shirt.
Soon a hand was touching a firm breast and squeezing a nipple through the fabric of her white blouse and bra. Her hand dropped below his belt and rubbed the fabric of his shorts that covered a growing bulge.
One said, "Let's find a better place for this exercise, but first I need to use the facilities and wash my hands. Don't leave, just wait here."
The other watched, as one eliminated some colored warm liquid.
Instead of going to the club room to talk, Pam suggested her apartment. In a few minutes, the couple were walking up the stairs to Pam's apartment.
Once inside, she asked. "How is this for an exercise room?"
No equipment was visible but through an open door part of a bed was seen.
Pam was standing with her back to the door, Don was next to her --- chest to chest. Mouths, lips, and tongues explored. Don placed a hand on each of her ample breasts and gently pinched the nipples through two layers of fabric. Pam's hand touched his inner thigh, then slowly her hand moved up under his shorts until her fingers touched his equipment that would be exercised later. The fabric of his dark shorts was strained by a growing bulge.
"I have wanted to be with you even more since the recent dance," Don said.
"The same for me," replied Pam. "Let me change clothes. Please get some cold drinks from the refrigerator."
The bathroom shower ran for a brief time. Minutes later the bedroom door opened and Pam walked toward the living room sofa. Don was looking at a magazine, a drink in his hand. When he heard her approach, he looked up. Pam was wearing dark blue short shorts, a red blouse, and sandals. Her ample breasts seemed to be straining to be released from the blouse. Her nipples were more erect then earlier. He thought to himself that this gal was hot for his cool cock. It had been a long time since he had been inside a woman's body.
"You look great," stated Don. And added: "Really great."
"Thanks," responded Pam as she sat down on the sofa next to him, kissed him, and sipped her drink.
Soon, Don touched her hair and rubbed the back of her neck. She touched his shoulder, a hand dropped to his chest. His hand gently rubbed a breast, he could feel and even see her nipple respond.
"That feels so good," exclaimed Pam.
She pulled Don's green T-shirt over his head. His body, naked to the waist, was lightly tanned. Don slowly unbuttoned her red blouse, it fell on to the sofa as she stood up and faced him. Light from the electric fireplace seemed to dance and move across the room.
"Like my red bra?" she inquired. "My ex modified it and liked me to wear it on special occasions."
"Yes. I like your modified bra. But I really like what is inside the cloth strips."
She was wearing a bright red bra that had the centers cut out. Like a framed picture, her ample breasts were framed in the narrow red cloth strips. There was little support, but her breasts while large were still firm. The two mounds of flesh with the pink nipples and areolas were of similar size -- almost a matched pair.
"You have a nice pair, almost like matching bookends," exclaimed Don. "And yes, I think that this is a special occasion. Possibly the start of many special times together."
Pam smiled.
Don started to kiss, suck, and lick a breast and its nipple. In time, equal attention was provided for both. Two pairs of hands, almost at the same time, reached down to the top of the shorts being worn by the other. Soon both pairs of shorts were pushed over hips and dropped to the floor, her sandals were kicked off.
Pam worn no panties, some neatly cut dark hair surrounded the treasure at the juncture of her legs. Don's cotton underwear, shoes and socks followed. Don was completely naked, Pam was wearing only the red modified bra that framed her ample firm breasts.
"I like you wearing that type of bra. Please leave it on for now," requested Don.
"You like mounds of female flesh framed in narrow strips of red cloth?"
"Yes. It is a nice picture. Actually like two pictures. Two very similar pictures."
"But unlike a two dimensional picture, my mounds are three dimensions." Pam replied.
"Three dimensional things are much preferred."
Their eyes met, both smiled.
