Monday morning comes too fast, Angela said to herself. She never did like the commute into town to her job at the health spa, but she had an aerobics class of new clients to teach, and she wasn't about to let them down.
Traffic was extremely light for a Monday, she thought. She arrived at the spa with an hour to spare. She greeted a couple of the trainers already with classes as she passed, then went to the staff locker room to change for work. Jason, another aerobics instructor was just disrobing as she entered.
"Hi Jay," she said as she passed him.
"Oh, hello Angela," he said. "How was your weekend?"
"Oh, pretty hectic. We had a house guest that turned out to be a real asshole and Eric had to throw him out."
"Ouch! I hope everything's OK now."
"Yeah, it is. Jennifer helped to put things back in order."
"Jennifer, huh? Isn't she the one who was raped by her father? The one you told me about?"
"Yes. She is such a darling! I love her!"
"Well, you should get some credit, too. You opened your house to her after that rape."
"Yeah, well, we couldn't just leave her out in the cold, you know."
"All the same, I think you are special for helping her."
Angela looked at Jason. He had never been this talkative with her before, and that made her wonder.
"Uh, Jason?" she said.
"Yes?"
"Let me ask you something: what's with the convo? Normally you just say 'Hi', and then go on your merry way. What gives?"
Jason looked at her. "Oh. Well, I just thought I would ask, is all."
Angela took a good look at him this time. He was about Eric's height of 6', but was lithe. He moved with a grace that bespoke his dancing ability. His auburn hair was medium in length, and his green eyes were deep and sensual. He had high cheekbones, and his face was symmetrical, but gorgeous. He always sported a deep tan, and she knew he never went to the tanning salon here, wanting to develop it the natural way. He was an avid rock climber, and had once asked her to go with him before she met Eric. Every time she saw Jason she had to check to see if her shorts were moist. She could feel her pussy getting slick from this conversation with him now. She decided, regretfully, to end it and get ready for work.
"Oh. OK," she said to him. He was looking at her strangely. She turned around and headed to her locker.
She opened her locker, then sat down to disrobe. Her thoughts went back to Jason. Now here was a beautiful man, she thought. She didn't really want to get involved with someone at work, but this man made her consider it. The thing was he never made a move, and had always treated her professionally. She respected him for that, and for his talent. He could make people really respond to his teaching.
Angela had removed her shirt and bra. Her 40C's bounced as they were released from their prison, and she sighed at the feeling of the cool air on her nipples as they went instantly hard. Unconsciously, her hand went to her right tit, tweaking the nipple. She stifled a 'PEEP' as the contact sent a wave of pleasure through her.
She stood up and removed her shorts. She felt her panties and found them soaked, and she thanked her lucky stars that they had not got her shorts wet as well. She peeled her panties off and threw them in the locker with the rest of the clothes.
She was now standing naked in front of her locker, looking at the mirror in the back of it. She considered her body. She saw her red hair, now down to the middle of her back when loose. She had it in a tight bun for work. Her almond shaped eyes were a deep, rich brown, almost black, giving the image of severe eyes. She knew that those eyes could get her just about anything she wished. She also knew she could attract or scare off anyone with them as well. She had high cheekbones that spoke of her Spanish heritage, and her lips were full and succulent, almost beestung in their appearance.
She looked at her chest. Her shoulders were firm, but slightly rounded. Her arms were muscular in the manner of a female exercise instructor, and very strong. She knew she was stronger than some of the men here. Her fingers were long and tapered, with perfectly manicured red nails on the end. Her tits were large, but perfectly proportioned to her 5'6" frame. They were firm, with just a slight sag to them, making her tits "sweetly slung". The areolas were large around a medium sized nipple, and they were dark. The color made it possible to see them through most shirts unless she covered them with a bra, which she usually did when out in public.
Her tummy was flat and muscular, very well toned. Her mound protruded slightly, covered by a deep red vee of pubic hair. She carefully shaved the pussy hair from around her lips, finding that more comfortable since her pussy was in a moist state a good percentage of the time. She noticed her clit hood slightly protruding from between the pussy lips, near the apex.
Her legs, which she thought was her best feature, were long and tapered, flaring spectacularly at her wide hips, and beautifully muscled to give her an overall sensual look. Her tan was permanent, and she deepened it by naked sunbathing in her protected back yard.
She thought on her tanning times at the house. She licked her lips and closed her eyes, remembering times when Eric loving spread the lotion on her, sometimes not finishing because she had attacked him during it because he had made her sooo hot with his hands on her body. She thought of how Jennifer also covered her in oils for her tan, and how she would suck her pussy while spreading the lotion.
Angela's hand had found her clit as she reminisced on the past with her two favorite people. She pulled back the hood, exposing her clit to the air. She shivered from the feeling. She could feel her nipples grow even harder. Her middle finger rubbed her exposed clit, making her buck from the contact. She extended the massage by inserting two fingers into her pussy, then coating her clit with her juice, then doing it again. Her other hand started to massage her left tit. She turned around and leaned against the lockers for support. Her lust was growing.
