Chapter 4: Saturday Morning Gym, Lunch, and the Hippie Girl
David must have felt bad about his inability to perform last night because I woke up to the sensations of him down between my legs eating me out.
"Oh my god, what are you doing?" I erupted.
"Don't you like it?"
"Um...yes, I do. Just that you took me by surprise."
"Should I stop?"
"No baby, keep going."
I was still groggy and half asleep but was slowly awakening as he ate me.
After a while he entered me, this time with a full erection. It jolted me fully awake.
Wrapping my legs around his waist I pulled him into me. He ground harder. It didn't take long for me to come. He climaxed with me, shooting his seed deep inside my core.
We lay there for a little bit then climbed out of the bed.
"Can I use the bathroom first?" I asked him.
"Sure."
I closed the bathroom door then wiped away David's come leaking out of me with a wad of toilet paper. After washing my hands and face I reached for a hand towel then dried myself.
I pushed open the door and said, "Your turn."
He got up and stumbled towards the bathroom. I pulled on my usual pair of sweatpants and T-shirt while skipping the underwear and bra. It was my typical Saturday morning outfit that allowed me to bask in the feeling of being free and crummy. After a week of make-up, meetings, and the exhausting formalities of work, it was a welcome reprieve.
Saturday mornings were one of my favorite times of the week. Basking in the rituals of comfort, they are about the only time I have to empty my mind and catch my breath. We usually slept to about nine or ten, and depending on if we had morning sex or not, then we are sitting on the couch sipping coffee and staring comatose at the glowing television set by ten-thirty.
While David finished in the bathroom, I went into the kitchen, started the coffee and set stuff out for breakfast. In the meantime, he came out into the sitting room and plopped down on the sofa. I finished in the kitchen, then walked out to join him with a mug of coffee in each hand. When I approached, I caught him in the middle of scratching his balls. I pretended not to notice and handed him a mug
"How do you feel?" I asked, plopping down beside him being careful not to spill my coffee.
"Like shit," he laughed.
"You drank quite a bit last night," I said.
"Yeah, I know. I didn't realize how much I had."
"It was fun though," I said with a little laugh hoping to subtlety convey the message that I was also referring to what happened in bed and that he shouldn't be ashamed.
"Yeah, I thought so too." He put the mug of coffee up to his lips and took a sip. I did the same.
"So, it looked like you and Yvonne were getting along alright."
"Yeah, she seemed to be opening up to me."
He nodded.
I continued, "I don't know what her deal is. Sometimes she seems so distant and hard to reach. Not sure what Peter sees in her."
David shrugged, then a sheepish smile.
Okay, so I suppose that means she is good in bed.
David picked up the remote control and started flipping through the channels.
"Anything you want to watch?" he asked.
It was a dumb question. He knew damn well that I was never in a TV mood on Saturday morning.
"No," I shot back.
He put down the remote and picked up his phone.
"Hey, Per and Katarina want to know if we want to meet them at
Ramen Ya
for lunch today. What do you think?"
"Yeah...sounds good. But what time? I need a lazy morning; I don't want to stress."
"I don't know, I'm sure they don't want to stress either. I think Katarina was also travelling this past week."
"I could go for some salty noodles after last night."
"Yeah, me too."
"Want to say one O'clock?"
"I wanted to go the gym this morning, so one sounds good."
The endorphin rush of a good workout always helped me recover from a hangover. It had become part of the routine. I never liked to rush though. Part of me lamented the disintegration of my cozy Saturday morning cocoon, but the other part was eager for the opportunity to be out and about downtown.
"Great, I'll let them know."
"Okay, let's get crackin'," I said as I jumped off the sofa and headed to the bathroom.
Nordic Wellness was only a couple blocks from our apartment and the short walk in the fresh air made for a nice warm up. When we got there, the usual Saturday morning crowd was already there. David and I called them the Hangover Crew—mostly twenty-somethings like us in for a workout after a night of drinking.
After locking up our stuff, we headed to the workout area. David had his own routine and went over the dumbbell rack while I headed to the cross-trainer machine for a ten-minute warmup to get the blood pumping. Afterwards, I went over the workout cage area and started with some stretching on the black rubber mats before my kettlebell routine.
I was hoping to be alone, but two blonde girls about my age were doing a training circuit in the same area. Oh well, at least they're girls, I could deal with that. I wasn't in the mood to be visually ogled by a bunch of guys.
So I grabbed a rubber tube and slung it over one of the rungs on the cage and started to do shoulder rotations. I couldn't help watching the two girls as they moved through their circuit of pushups, kettlebell deadlifts, and medicine ball twists. They were quite fit, one was a bit taller with longer limbs and the other one was smaller and compact, like a gymnasts. Each girl wore black tights showing off hard muscular legs and tight little butts. Matching black tank tops revealed their well-muscled arms and round shoulders.
The taller one had a longer face with an easy-going expression. Straight, neck-length blonde hair framed her face. The other one had her hair pulled back in a tight ponytail revealing a serious triangular face dominated by full lips. I'll bet she was good at sucking dick. They spoke to each other in hushed voices, almost whispers, as if they were afraid of being heard. If they felt as if I was invading their space, they didn't show any signs of it. I noticed they both were wearing make-up. Okay, so they were those types—glam bitches.
I watched them bounce and bend while I finished my band work and stretching.
After my warm-up, I did a full upper body workout with a mix of machines and bodyweight exercises. David did his usual workout with barbells, dumbbells, and some machines.
I wasn't exactly a fitness model, but I was in pretty good shape, nonetheless. I did what I could considering my travel schedule. Since I wasn't sure when I'd be able to work out again, I finished with a few sets of squats to keep up the legs and booty. When I was done, I looked around for the two glam bitches, but they had left.
My hangover had been sufficiently subdued, and I started to feel pretty good. However, I thought that maybe finishing with a sauna would flush out the last traces of poison from my body. I took my stuff to the locker room, stripped off my workout clothes, then wrapped a towel around me.
When I opened the door to the sauna, the two bitches were sitting in their naked. They looked up at me with startled looks, then quickly grabbed the ends of the towels they were sitting on and flipped them over their thighs trying to cover up their crotches.
"Sorry," I belted out, just as surprised as they were.
"It's okay," one of them replied. I couldn't tell which one it was.
I made my way through the steam and took a seat on one of the wooden benches opposite them. Then there was an uncomfortable silence. Sitting nude in a sauna is usually no big deal, but I felt a nervous arousal with these girls.
As feelings of desire welled up inside me, I tried not to look directly at them, but rather snuck peeks at them out of the corner of my eye. Just like out on the workout floor, they barely spoke.
"Mmmm, feels nice, doesn't it?" I said, breaking the silence.
"It does," one of them said.
Through the haze, I made out their tight, rippled stomachs and their cute little titties. I imagined holding them in the palm of my hand and lightly caressing their tiny, pink nipples. There were no traces of fuzz peeking out between their crossed legs, so apparently they were both shaved.
Then one of them whispered to the other. She nodded her head in response, then they both wrapped themselves up in their towels and stepped outside. I waited a minute to confirm my own solitude then sunk my hand between my legs and slipped a finger inside my oozing cunt.
When we got home, it was a quarter to twelve.
"We need to hurry if we're going to make it to the restaurant by one," David shouted out from the bedroom.
