Ch.1 Workout to Remember
It was a Tuesday morning and I was back to the daily hustle and bustle of the everyday grind. Perhaps it sucked that much more after having just returning from the sunny Caribbean, fresh off of my first cruise. (Sighs) I am already missing the fine sand between my toes, yet here I am stuck in traffic 30 minutes into a 75 minute commute to my first call of the day. Here I am 23 years old and had been working as a computer technician for about 2 years out of trade school. I am a cable guy so to speak, although nothing like that crazy ass movie. As a side hustle I managed personal networks, web page design, and doing repairs that kind of stuff. I grew up in the city life so we always have to keep a side hustle. I have to say I am doing pretty well for myself, being that I haven't even eclipsed that black man statistical age of 25.
I am what you call an active person, I love sports... spectating and playing. I have a membership at my local LA Fitness where my visits are almost daily. If I am not hitting the weights, then for sure I'm playing basketball. I am a typical guy, at least that what I like to think. Better yet that's what I thought until my life was flipped upside down, but we shall get there. I am about 5'11'' and a solid 200 lbs of chiseled muscle. I always keep a low cut with waves that will get you sea sick if you gander too long.
As for my love life?????? Hmmm well let's just say I'm not a horse that tends to graze in the same pasture for an extended period of time. Hey call me a player or womanizer if you will, but not a woman I've been with can say anything bad about me. Being the avid occupant of the gym that I was, let's just say I've had share of women. I had mastered what many my say is the art of talking to and understanding women. All of my friends envied me because the wish they could talk to half as many women as I had. They'd come to me for all kinds of advice, especially Ron; for he always carried a notepad and pen just in case he had to jot down any tips or points I may give. Weird, I know right but I guess when you're desperate you're desperate. But I wouldn't call myself cocky, just confident.
After what had turned out to be a decent day of work I was making my way to the gym to shoot some hoops. As I entered the facility there was a young lady following right after me. Being the gentleman that I am, I was sure to hold the door for her.
"Thank you" she replied.
"Not a problem anytime" I responded.
As she passed me by I was hit with the sweet aroma of her perfume, which was enough to lustfully knock Mike Tyson out in his prime. I hadn't paid much attention to her face being that she was behind me but I couldn't help notice this hour glass shaped woman now strolling in front of me. I so wanted to rush ahead and see if the face of what I've already perceived to be a goddess of woman matched its heavenly shape and smell. But I didn't, I kept my cool and did my normal rounds at the front counter. Today Lisa was here by herself, which is odd, for there were always at least two people at the front counter.
"Hey lady, how are you today?"
"Heyyyyyyy there mister I'm doing a lot better seeing you now. Where have you been?"
"Well I was on vacation last week love. My friends and I went on a cruise to the West Indies."
"Oh and you didn't invite me I'm jealous... just playing."
I'm sure she wasn't though Lisa had been campaigning hard to get my attention ever since she started working here two months ago. For some reason or another though she just always gave the vibe of crazy clingy type... you know.
"Awwww it was a fellas only trip" was my only rebuttal.
"Oh ok, well maybe next time right?"
"ummmm errrrrr ahhhhh yeahhhh" I said sarcastically walking away.
After conversing with Lisa I had lost track of the nameless beautiful smelling woman who had passed me upon entry. As I walked towards the locker room I silently cursed myself for a missed opportunity to see her face. After changing into proper attire I casually walked out of the locker room and headed toward the courts. On the way I stopped to grab a swig of water from the fountain. As I stood up from my drink and turned around I was gripped by the aroma once more. In an instant my mind was made up that I must see this woman. I had turned into a bloodhound; I trailed her scent across the gym until I found her mounting one of the elliptical machines. Man, seeing her in workout attire consisting of long tights and a shirt was absolutely to die for. If I had to guess, she had to be about 5'6" 140lbs of absolute sexiness. Her smooth caramel brown skin was as silky as I had ever seen on a woman. What made me stop in my tracks though was her Ass. That's right it was not a butt, gluteus maximus, nor a derriere. Matter of fact calling it an ass might be an insult, what she had was a Grade A DONK!!!!. She had trunk space like a 1972 Chevy Impala. Oh the fun I could have with her booty. I had to stop and admire how perfect an ass she had.
Forgetting my original intentions, I mounted the machine next to her, punching in some settings immediately glancing over to only damn near fall off the machine. She had a natural beauty that was unmatched as far as I was concerned. Her hazel eyes felt as though they looked into my soul and extracted feelings I never knew existed within. Her eyes were perfect in every way down to the slight Asian slant they possessed. Eyebrows manicured immaculately to compliment her facial features. My trance was broken by her angelic voice.
