What a way to start the new year. John, a 31-year-old photographer for Maximum Muscles Magazine, has gotten the worst assignment of his career. John's editor is sending the 5-7, 130 pound, brown-haired and brown-eyed photographer to San Francisco to do a photo essay on the first ever Gay Male Bodybuilding Contest. John can't believe his bad luck as he walks through the airport to his gate.
"I took this job because I thought I'd be taking photos of gorgeous women in bathing suits. Those hot photos where the women are wearing one piece thong bathing suits that barely cover their perfectly sculpted asses," John mumbles to himself as he checks in at the gate to get his boarding pass.
John barely makes his flight, deep down hoping he would miss it and not have to go to the bodybuilding contest. He makes it, however, and slowly trudges down the ramp to board his flight. He is the last one to board the plane for the two-hour flight to California and makes his way down the aisle to his seat marked on his boarding pass as 22A.
As he walks down the aisle, John notices a very attractive older woman sitting near row 22. "C'mon, c'mon," he thinks to himself. "Let that be row 22. Please!"
John's luck isn't all bad, it turns out that seat 22A is a window seat next to the attractive older woman with dark hair. He guesses she is in her 40s, but could easily be in her mid- to late-30s. He stores his bag in the overhead compartment and then glances down the short row of two seats. The petite lady looks up and smiles.
"Hi, I'm Peggy," she says with a smile while she uncrosses and crosses her sexy legs making her short, tight skirt cling to her muscular thighs as it slowly hikes up her figure. "I guess we'll be traveling partners today."
"I guess so," John manages to finally say after he regains control of his mouth which almost dropped to the floor as he watched Peggy's legs. "Excuse me," John says as he slides past her to get to his window seat.
Peggy stands up to make room for him to pass through, but rather than stepping back against her seat she stands with her body rubbing against John's chest as he slides by. Peggy's firm melon-sized breasts are straining against her thin white blouse and rub against John's chest as he slides past her and then sits in his seat.
She sits back down, turns her upper body toward John and with a sexy smile asks," So, what brings you to San Francisco?" as she stares into John's eyes.
"Work," John answers politely. "I am a photographer for a magazine and am going to take pictures at a bodybuilding contest."
"You sure you aren't in the contest," Peggy says. "You definitely have a nice body -- not too big and muscular but very nice."
"No," John almost yells. "It is a contest for homosexual men so I don't qualify to enter."
"I see," Peggy says. "But, you do have nice biceps and a muscular chest."
During the flight, Peggy and John talk. They get to know each other. Peggy is a claims representative for some insurance company and used to be a flight attendant. She talks about her children and how she is always on the road for work. At one point, she mentions wanting to have some pictures taken so she can email them back to her family.
John tells her about being single and traveling to take photos for the magazine. He stays busy and does not have much of a social life because he stays on the road so much.
As the plane lands, Peggy and John agree to meet later for dinner.
Ironically, they discover they are both staying in the Marriott while waiting at baggage claim and decide to share a taxi to the hotel. After checking in, John looks at Peggy and says, "Don't forget about dinner."
"Oh, I won't," Peggy replies. "Just come to my room about 7 and we can go from there. And, bring your camera you were telling me about. You know the digital one so I can email pics to my kids. I'm in room 717."
"You got a deal," John says. "And I'm sure you know of a great place to eat since you used to be a flight attendant so you get to chose the place."
It's only 4 o'clock so John goes to his room and unpacks. He goes over his schedule for the next few days and is once again struck with anger because the bodybuilding contest starts at 9 the next morning.
He decides to take a shower and thinks about his new friend. He closes his eyes as the hot water massages his back and can see her in his mind. She's about 5'3", 100 pounds and a figure most men only see in the pages of Playboy with muscular legs, a nice well-rounded ass, large firm breasts, sexy dark hair and a lovely face. She is the complete package.
John can't help it. His cock gets hard thinking about her. The way she moved in her seat on the plane, the way she talked with her hands moving and her face lighting up when she got excited. He reaches down and gives his hard throbbing cock a few tugs before thinking better of it. He rinses off and gets out of the shower. He watches TV for a few hours and then heads for Peggy's hotel room.
John hears music coming from Peggy's room as he knocks and is soon greeted by Peggy. She looks remarkable in the dim lighting of the room. Her eyes reflect the light and as she slowly smiles she tosses her shoulder length dark hair seductively over her shoulder.
"Hey hun," Peggy says. "You're a little early, but I love a man who is on time. I really appreciate you bringing your camera. I hooked up my laptop and have already emailed my kids to let them know I am going to send them some pics of me.
"I even picked out a few outfits and went down to the boutique down the street and bought a few new things," she continues. "I hope you don't mind taking pics of me in a few different outfits."
"No, I don't mind at all," John replies, happy to be around such a beautiful and sexy woman. "Where do you want to take the pics?"
Peggy's hotel room is more of a suite with a living room, bedroom and bathroom plus a small kitchenette with a sink, coffee maker, mini fridge and microwave.
She walks over to the sofa in a mini skirt that barely covers her sexy firm legs and sits down. She slowly leans back in the sofa resting her cheek on the back of the sofa, tosses her hair to the side, smiles and looks at John, "Ready when you are," she states.
