It was Saturday morning around 10am. Alison had likely recovered from her night of drinking. How much did she remember? I bought her some flowers, some hangover medicine, and a nice card. I knocked on her door and she answered. Hair a mess, face a mess, and she was indeed hung over.
She apologized for her looks, I complimented her, and told her she likely had had a stressful week. She drank too much, and I wanted to check on her. I gave her the flowers, the medication, and the card. Alison smoothed out her hair, pulled her robe together, and drank the medication down.
After I made her some eggs and toast, she was feeling better. 'No running today I imagine' I asked.
Alison was sipping coffee and stated, "nope. No way. Too hungover. Thanks for being such a gentleman."
I told her that her car was still parked at the restaurant, and I never gave her my phone number. Alison smiled and stated, "You saw me naked, but I never got your number? Hmm. Sorry. I don't usually drink that much."
'Yeah. Seeing your naked was terrible.' And I laughed.
We sat on the couch, and I massaged her neck, back, and shoulders. She sat on the ground in front of me while we watched the news. I had a great view down her robe. Her large D-cups would sway left and right. 30 minutes later and she was puddy in my hands. She asked, "Will you wash my back? I need to shower."
'of course. I'm a gentleman.' I stated with a smile.
Upstairs she had an old bathtub shower combo set up. She started the warm water, waited making small talk and then climbed inside. I took off my shirt (not wanting to get it wet) and reached in through the curtain with a bar of soap. Alison laughed and stated, "I meant climb in. Take those pants off."
Didn't have to tell me twice. I stripped, climbed in and we barely fit in the old set up. As we showered, I told her I could remodel her bathroom and give her a dream set up. Huge shower, heated floor, dual shower heads, maybe even a better hot water tank.
I ran my hands over her back, shoulders, ass, and legs. She turned around and bounced her tits while smiling. I took the hint and soaped her tits. They were very nice. Lots of sag for D-cups but in a bra they were perky.
After the shower Alison bent over to dry off her legs. Her tits sagged quite a bit. I guessed 8-12 inches. Bot a bad amount but for 25 years old it seemed like a lot. I dried off and climbed into her bed naked. Alison had the same thought. She wrapped the towel around her wet hair and climbed in.
She started with sucking my dick. Great skill and she even cupped the balls. The girls been around a bit I thought. I blew a load in her mouth in no time. She did not even pause, she swallowed my semen, climbed up, and slid my dick in her pussy.
"Young guys can go back-to-back no problem. I love their stamina." Alison stated.
I squeezed her tits and pulled hard. Alison leaned down, her nipples dragged across my chest, and we kissed. She rocked her hips and gyrated for 10 minutes. She came hard and was breathing heavily.
She was still not feeling great from the hangover, so she flopped off me and laid down on her back. I pulled her ass to the edge of the bed, sunk my dick into and fucked her until I came again. Alison smiled weakly and stated, "Yep. Good stamina."
She went back into the bathroom for another shower.
30 minutes later and she was dressed. We went to pick up her car, but we stopped for a late lunch.
More pasta, salad and garlic bread at the same restaurant. 3 pm and we split up. She went home and so did I. Back at my apartment Molly was sitting in her car. No problem but she wanted to hang out. Just the two of us.
We walked around the huge commercial space. 40,000 square feet of unclean, unaltered, commercial beams, steel, concrete, and items strewn about. It looked great as a backdrop in pictures. Molly talked about ideas for the property. The large area could be cleaned up, walled up, and a huge gym could be installed with rubber floor mats. A locker room, sauna, and hot tub.
Damn. That was a great idea. It would add to the studio a type of exercise or private gym vibe. All the extra space I could build a basketball court, or half court. Hang large lights, maybe a set of bleachers.
I talked to my dad about the ideas. The basketball court idea would be the most expensive. The gym would be the easiest to build. "Not counting the cost of all the exercise equipment" he said. Two months went by and there was a large locker room, 100 stand lockable metal lockers, benches, sinks, toilet stalls, 4 urinals, a shower wall with 5 nozzles, and a huge 20-person sauna.
My dad's only caveat was that he could use the gym any time he wished. I intentionally made the gym on one 1/6th the size of the main floor off to one side. A new lobby was built next to the original and there was a set of exterior doors. The gym could also be entered from the studio but there were a set of double security doors that prevented access without the right keys.
Molly and Lala loved the new gym. Nice floors for doing yoga and other activities. But their main complaint. They locker rooms. Why only one? I told them it was my idea. Men and women would share a locker room. I could use it for photoshoots, and it was cheaper than building two. Molly and Lala shrugged their shoulders and stated, "Well. It's not like it's a real gym anyways."
