I live for the moment when I hear that whimper in her throat at our very first deep kiss. Her breathing getting heavier, catching in her throat with each gentle caress, touch, stroke, of her sensitive places, I wait for those words she will not speak..., yet.
Catherine - Chapter 37
A Lesson In Failure
Thursday and this thing with her at the gym got here way too soon.
But still I can't wait to see her and hear the details of how her 'Girls Night Out,' with Nancy went. The hints she's been giving me of that night out sounded like a real barn burner! But with me working nights and her, another out of town business trip, plus some other family event with the Parker family. And along with all that was an out of town Reserve weekend for me. Meaning, we haven't had the chance to get together. So it's just been frequent but short phone calls to keep up with what each other has been doing. But there's a very good chance this coming weekend will see a lot of catching up. Fueled by her storytelling of that, "Girls Night Out,' leading to another trashing and burning up my bed!
Parking a few spaces from her car, then checking my watch and yes, it's 18:05.
Catherine, already waiting when I come through the entrance greats me at the desk with a huge smile and signs me in. But as she starts to take my hand she stops to look at me as if to say, oops! Because she realized how it might appear for 'Mrs. Catherine Parker,' to be holding hands with this unknown man in a combat style military uniform. Then leading me towards the aerobics room as I lag a little behind, admiring the sway of her ponytail, in time with the natural rhythm of her walk And how those yoga pants are perspiration glued to her gorgeous ass, the wetness even into her butt crack highlighting the separation of those gorgeous globes.
Putting my hand out to touch her shoulder, she turns her head looking back at me as I whisper, "You look good enough to eat in that outfit!" Saying it just low enough so only she can hear. Has her stopped and whispering back, "And I"ve missed you and want to fuck you so bad it hurts, and thank you for coming today!" She says.
Entering the aerobics room I see about twenty to twenty-five women casually standing around wearing pretty much the same kind of outfit Catherine is wearing. All very attractive; aerobics apparently working well for them. Plus a man Catherine introduces me to as their instructor, where we exchange some pleasantries before he gathers everyone around. Then asking Catherine to explain to every one what's going to be demonstrated this evening.
Where Catherine starts out by introducing me; holding her hand out towards me, "I'd like everyone to meet my very good friend, "Marine Corps Master Sergeant Robert Swaggert. And following with, "Sargent Swaggert is a highly decorated combat veteran with a number of combat tours to places he's not allowed to say. Except for one, as he says, a cushy tour on an aircraft carrier, cruising around off the horn of Africa, chasing pirates."
Where I hear some laughs about her cushy tour remark; making me a little uncomfortable by her telling everyone what she just said about me. So I just nod my head in Catherine's direction.
Now she turns to me with, "Sargent Swaggart, why don't you put your things on that chair over there, then we'll get started. Oh, and you might want to leave your shirt there too because it gets pretty warm in here."
So leaving my shirt, hat, keys and sunglasses on the chair, it's back to stand next to her on the mat.
Where Catherine begins again with, "Sergeant Swaggert has graciously volunteered." She turns to me and winks. "To be my opponent. So we can demonstrate to our newest members of this class what and why you will be learning here. That way you can protect yourselves from men like Sergeant Swaggert here."
Suddenly from somewhere it's, "Why would I want to defend myself from him?" Where it's someone else, "Yes, very hunky!" Then other voices in the group, "I agree." Then another, "Me too." "And another, "Why defend myself from him!?" In all, it's been a chorus of female giggling among the semi circle of women standing around. Dropping my head to look down at the floor, turning my head from side to side in pained embarrassment.
Catherine, leaning into me saying loud enough for everyone to hear, "Sargent, are you blushing"! Then moving so she can get closer to my ear whispering, "I've told you more than that too." Then she turns back to the group of women with, "Alright ladies..., please, remember we are, ladies."
Where she begins again, "I know at five-foot eight in my bare feet, I'm tall for a woman. But I'm going to show you how, this five foot eight, one hundred and twenty five pound woman, can defend herself from someone, who is six foot four, or is it five," she questioned, looking at me. "And over one-hundred pounds heavier than I am."
Which has me asking Catherine, "You're calling me chubby?
"Okay. What I should have said is, the Sergeant is all muscle!"
From somewhere in the group a voice, "Oh yes, I love muscles too."
Followed by more giggling!
Catherine, whispering close to my ear again, "You know how I love your hard muscles and that hard one between your legs." She's telling with the back of her head to the group of women most likely to read her lips."
Has me whispering back, "You just love embarrassing me don't you?"
Looking at me with those beautiful eyes, whispering back, "OH LOVER do, I, ever!"
I really hope to hell nobody can, read our lips.
And now, looking at her asking, "Didn't you say you were, a hundred and thirty-fi..." But her look says, don't you dare say it.
Then it's her, "Are you ready Sargent?"
"Yes Mrs's Parker. But do you first want to mention our bet?" Where she glares at me hissing; very emphatically. "NO I DON't!"
Where close by it's a voice, "What bet?"
Where I lean over to get closer to her, "They'll want to know why I'm putting you over my lap and pulling those pants of yours down," telling her.
