Lisa stretched out on the bed and yawned. She had spent the night in one of the bedrooms of her ... Well the right word escaped her... ex husband? Soon to be ex-husband? Dumpy dude dumped? Shitty in the sheets? Dinky dick?
Lisa lay there playing with all the possible nicknames for Hugh and chuckling when she came up with a good one. While they were still officially married Lisa had finally thrown in the towel on her marriage the prior Saturday. Hugh had been fantastic when they had first met during their college sports program. Both had been at college on sports scholarships and both were had been in fantastic shape. Since training diets and NCAA drug tests kept them off alcohol and marijuana as a general rule, they had simply taken out their youthful exuberance with sex and had fallen hard for each other.
The problem is that Hugh then went to law school and the competitive energy that had made him so much fun to be around become totally focused on clawing his way to the top of that cutthroat profession.
During school it was law review where he became an editor. After graduation it was work for one of the most prestigious law firms in the country if not the world. His office was in Los Angeles but he spent lots of time on the road. When he was in LA he was working until 10 or 11 every night. Most nights Lisa had long gone to bed before he got home as she made it a point to get out of bed and get a good workout in every morning with a long bike ride. As a result, Lisa never saw him. They never ate meals together and sex had gone down from an almost daily occurrence to once per month and only when Lisa pushed him into it.
Hugh never exercised, ate junk food from take-out places around his office when he worked late and never exercised. He only had energy for work. The final straw was the cancelation of multiple special date nights like her birthday celebration, special weekends in the mountains or the beach and, the last straw, the cancellation of their second honeymoon in Hawaii.
Lisa knew he was not fooling around. The demands of a high end practice of law were taking similar tolls on the bodies of the other lawyers at Hugh's firm. The work was so hard on marriages that the office actually had instituted an informal "the marriage is over" system of expensing drinks and nights out the same way another office might throw bachelor parties and bridal showers.
Cancelling what was supposed to be a trip to re-ignite their marriage so Hugh could go to New York for a client had done it. Lisa had decided then and there she's had enough. The man had already dumped her for his job, she was now going to just formalize the arrangement. She had gotten home the afternoon she had told him things were over and started on a series of revenge sex and sexual experiment encounters. She had her first threesome with two men that included a DP; her first threesome with another woman and a guy that had been, much to her surprise, fantastic. She did not think she would get turned on by a woman until she met Colleen. She had screwed a consultant in her office on a conference room table on Monday and Wednesday had broken in Hugh's new apartment by leaving used condoms and a man's spunk on the sheets in the other bedroom. The moving man had been young 27, a hunk as only a man just out of the Marines could be and fantastic in bed. He had also been Lisa's first black lover.
The apartment itself was a boring corporate apartment designed for two executives to share while spending an extended time in LA. The décor was definitely in the mode of "don't offend anyone" rather than anything with an artistic flare. It had two master bedroom suites with a living room, dining area and kitchen. Lisa had left the mess in one bedroom - the one with Hugh's stuff in it - and slept in the other. Her plan was to leave that one a mess too so that when Hugh came in he would find used condoms and sex stains wherever he looked. She wanted to really drive home the fact that she had no need of him anymore.
Today would be a relaxation day while she cruised for a man (or two or a man and woman or whatever) to bring back to the apartment later that day or evening. She would be spending that Thursday night in the apartment and clearing out early. Hugh would be getting in to LAX mid-afternoon on Friday so she wanted to be long gone by the time he reached the apartment.
She planned on getting a morning strength workout done. That was a typical Thursday anyway. Afterwards she had appointments at her favorite day spa to get her nails and hair done, get a massage and otherwise get treated like royalty.
After grabbing her usual smoothie and caffeine breakfast Lisa headed to the gym in the apartment complex. Always a bit of an exhibitionist, Lisa was wearing a pair of booty gym shorts and a sports bra. Her thinking was that she worked hard for her great legs, firm ass and 6 pack abs. The tits had cost good money for a nice but not too much C cup.
She was going down a bit on the late side, for her at least, but at 7:30 there were a few people still in the gym. She forgot most of these folks could walk to work in five minutes so they came down late, got their work out in, showered and were still in the office by 9. There was none of LA's horrible traffic to battle.
Two overweight women were chatting adamantly while moving slowly on their elliptical machines. Lisa could imagine them wondering why they didn't lose weight when they worked out.
"Because you need to be out of breath and sweating! Duh!" Lisa thought.
There was just one man in the gym, performing chest flies on the cable machine. Lisa went through her warm ups checking this man out. He was older, generally not Lisa's thing. She had been with an "older" guy once before she had met Hugh. At 35 he had seemed ancient compared to Lisa's then 19 years old. She did not think much of that experience.
This guy, however had the distinguished good looks of a guy in one of those men's anti-aging ads she occasionally saw, or maybe one of the guys in an erectile dysfunction medicine commercial. His hair was grey and he had a bald spot but he pulled it off with the grace of Patrick Stewart playing Jean Luc Piccard. He was also very muscular, so Lisa knew in an instant that this man was taking testosterone at least and perhaps other body building supplements. If Lisa could only see his body she would have guessed he was 40 at the most. The muscles on his arms, chest and legs rippled. Lisa could see that, while perhaps not a six pack, his abs were flat and sexy. But looking at his face and hair, he was obviously over 55, maybe even over 60.
Lisa was intrigued. Her friend Denise, single, swore that older men made the best lovers. They were patient, they were gentle and above all they lasted a whole lot longer. Maybe this guy would be a good experiment. The fact that Lisa saw him check her out then turn and face the mirrors so he could still check her out with looking like he was checking her out.
"Seriously, you think women are not wise to that one." Lisa thought but then, on a more positive note, "So using testosterone he would like to fuck still, probably. Let's see if we can get a rise out of him."
Besides, if she flirted with him and he was a dud then no big deal. She had all day to find someone and the after work bars around here did get pretty active on a Thursday, if it came to that.
The distinguished gentleman, as she had nicknamed him, was now doing bench presses. Lisa picked up some dumbbells and started working on lunges and straight leg deadlifts very close to his bench, using his proximity to the weight rack to make it seem natural, even though the result was this man having a full view of her butt shown to its best advantage.
She finished her first set and leaned on the rack to catch her breath. This was still a legitimate workout after all even though she was also using it to show off. The distinguished gentleman was checking out her ass then glancing to the mirror to check her boobs. Lisa smiled to herself as she waited her 30 second break between sets, then immediately started a second set of lunges and straight leg deadlifts. She was panting when she set down the weights.
The distinguished gentleman was checking her out again, but this time his generic lust had a mingled look of respect. Lisa waited her 30 seconds and plunged into her third and final set, leaning over the weight rack when she finished, gasping for air (and giving the gentleman a nice view of her ass as a side benefit)
"You work hard" Lisa heard a male voice behind her.
"Thank you." She managed through gasps, holding up a finger to indicate a request to give her a moment.
After several deep exhales she continued, still breathing hard. "You know I paid for my tits but my ass and legs are earned."
A shocked look crossed the distinguished gentleman's face and Lisa laughed.
"Sorry, I have no filter today." She said. "I set up a real estate deal this week that will really benefit me long term and I'm really happy about it. Today I just need to just finish off the filings and I'm home free. So I'm a bit giddy"
Lisa was really pleased with how she turned "I kicked my shithead husband out of the house and I'm getting a divorce" sound like a successful real estate business venture.
"Anyway," Lisa continued, "I'm Lisa. Lisa Bollente."
She extended her hand.
"Oh, Craig Robertson" the distinguished gentleman answered. "Pleasure to meet you. Was this a personal deal?"
