6 - Foreplay:
Mack rose up onto her tiptoes. She pirouetted like a ballerina, and straightened her right leg, her foot connecting with the punch bag shaped like a human torso and head. The blow connected with the opponent's head, making the punch bag rock on its spring base from the violent contact.
I'd set the punch bag up on the lawn so Mack could work out. The idea was that she could take advantage of the warm spring weather and would have something to do while I was at work that wouldn't involve getting bored by daytime TV.
When I got home from work Mack was on the lawn beating the crap aout of the punch bag and mum was watching, gin and tonic in hand.
"Don't you ever worry that she could that to you?" Mum asked.
"She does," I replied, "some call it martial arts sparing but we call it foreplay."
Mack slammed the base of her right palm into the dummy's jaw and followed up with a vicious left jab into its stomach and a hard knee to the groin.
"Lovey, if you two call that foreplay you both need to get some serious couples counselling."
Mum took her G and T and retreated into the house.
Mack pulled off another roundhouse, this time her foot connected with the back of the dummy's head. She followed up by adding Kung Fu to the mix. She jabbed visciously into the punch bag's throat. Choong Choi, in English a thrust punch. A killing blow when delivered to the opponents wind pipe.
I nipped into the kitchen and got a couple of bottles of San Pellegrino lemon from the fridge. When I stepped back outside I saw my timing was right. Mack was standing on the patio wiping herself down with a towel.
I opened a bottle and handed the lemon flavoured fizzy to her.
"I thought you might need this."
"See now, that's what I like about you babe," she took a deep swig, "you're so attentive to my needs. All my needs."
"One tries to be of satisfaction madam," I said in a not very good impersonation of Carson, the butler from Downton Abbey, then opened my own bottle.
Mack took another swig, some water dripped onto her cleavage, and she slowly, suggestively, dabbed at it with the towel while staring into my eyes.
"I swear, I have the clumsies so bad today shug."
She smiled slowly and I could feel my cheeks begin to burn. Honestly, she made me blush.
"If you're going to take a shower don't forget you have to turn it on with the toggle switch," I reminded her.
"Say what now? What the heck is a toggle switch doohickey?" She took my hand,
"why don't y'all just come on up and show me how it works, huh?"
She lead me through the house and upstairs to the bathroom. I stepped inside ahead of her and showed her the string dangling from the ceiling that switched on the water heater.
Mack closed the bathroom door and slid the bolt home. She turned to face me and a familiar predatory smile formed on her sensuous lips. She was a six foot tall blonde Amazon, with a feline grace when she moved, and a cat's instinct for playing with her prey when she was horny. Like now.
"Y'all want to help me get out of these sweaty duds hun?"
I stepped forwards and peeled the sweaty workout vest off. I dropped it on the floor and she took my hands and guided them to her sports bra covered breasts. Her nipples hardened in response to my caress.
