Current time - 2:56 a.m.
After 2 hours and 24 minutes of a workout session, Mac and Delilah (almost breathless and drenched in sweat) finally make their way out of Mac's car. Mac is currently dressed in his in his workout gear he wore this morning: his trusty black tank top, high school basketball shorts, and black Nikes. He rolls up the windows before he turns off the ignition. Riding back home with a lack of AC would concoct the impression that the humidity and summer heat would provide them the perspiration they so desire... and it did tenfold.
Mac watches on as Delilah slowly steps out of the car, still dressed in her outfit she wore at dinner: the lovely light pink sleeveless blouse. Her effervescent and inviting black dress shorts. Her toned (yet, soft) mesmerizing legs that are engulfed by her clinging and now extremely damp nude pantyhose. And last, but not at the bit least... her vivacious and durable 3-year-old pink satin ballet flats.
Delilah pauses mid-exit of the vehicle to grab her bottle of water from the cupholder. With a smile of sultry, she opens it, takes the orifice to her lips, and gulps down a splash of the H20 down her throat. Some of of the water escapes the suction of her mouth, and it begins to trail down her neck until it finally connects with her blouse.
Delilah takes a sigh of satisfaction, and looks at Mac, who's eyes are fixated on the trail of water still seeping into her shirt. Delilah giggles, and says to him "What? I'm fuckin' thirsty. Hehehe." She then steps completely out of the car, and shuts the passenger door. Mac pauses for a brief second to shake his head at just how much sexual control she has, and finally steps out of the car, locking the door.
"I am so glad my pantyhose didn't rip. I was trying really hard to make sure they didn't. HA!" she adds. Mac rotates his neck, and looks at his girlfriend. "I don't know how much longer I can keep this up with you, girl." Mac says, taking his towel to wipe more sweat from his forehead. Delilah walks up the steps leading to his front door, turns around and asks "Whatever do you mean, tiger?"
Mac follows suit, and faces her, saying "I mean... pushups, situps... butterfly stretches, 20 minutes of the bike... 25 minutes on the fucking treadmill, 3 reps of 20 leg lifts, 3 reps of 10 platform jumps... 30 minutes of fucking ZUMBA, for God's sake, leg curls, leg squats, leg lunges, splits, knee lifts, calf raises... and... and KIP-UPs? You did a friggin' KIP-UP?"
Delilah laughs, and shrugs it off "I mean... yeah? What's it to ya, huh? I'm a fuckin' tomboy. Besides, I only did the kip-up because I like Shawn Michaels, you know that already!"
Shaking his head again in impressed amusement, he asks her "So, did I leave anything out, my Heartbreak Kid?"
Delilah pouts her lips in thought, and says "Hmmmmmm, nope. That was about it tonight. Haha." She steps back into the front door, and ponders again, biting her lip. "Hmm... now that I think about it... there is ONE thing we forgot to do. But we have to be VERY QUIET..."
Mac, feeling his hardness once again poke through his shorts, folds his arms and says in a hushed tone "And pray tell, what could that possibly be?"
Delilah leans more into the front door, and looks directly at Mac. She then says "This one particular stretch I need your help with. That is... if you're man enough and not too much of a chicken shit to do it." She then sticks her tongue out at him, and softly giggles.
Mac opens his mouth in feint shock, and chuckles "Ohhh, hahahaaa, you done fucked up, girl. You know that, right? You know you've fucked up? I'm just checking to make sure that you are aware of the fuckup you are currently transgressing."
Delilah smirks, and says back "Well, then, don't be a pussy and show me how much I fucked up then. Now pick me up, tiger."
"Pick you up, huh?"
"That's right. Show me those sexy muscles of yours and pick up your girlfriend. Or am I too much WOMAN for you to handle?"
"Oh, that's it, you definitely hav--"
"Yeah, yeah, yeah, blah, blah, I fucked up. Now pick me up."
They both share another laugh as Mac finally reaches around with his hands to grab her directly on her buttocks. Smiling, Mac says to her "Oooh, someone's been doing the J.Lo workout methods, hasn't she?"
Biting her lip, Delilah says back "Yep... that's my ass for ya. Been also doing a lot of twerking when no one is looking."
"Oh, is THAT right? Delly is a twerker now?"
"If you're lucky, you might see it inside."
"I'm gonna see it, trust me."
"Oh, you are, are ya?"
"That's right."
"Then you better pick me up and do it right."
Mac finally grunts, and raises Delilah with his arms. Her back slides up against the door from the sweat collected on her blouse, and she softly squeals in delight from the levitation. His crotch fuses with her own, as the both of their shorts share a unique bond with each other. As Delilah's legs become suspended above the concrete floor of the porch, she lets them bounce around against the door before she wraps them around Mac's waist.
"That's it. Hold on with them extra tight." Mac instructs. Delilah nods, and begins to connect her ankles together around Mac's backside. Taking it a level further, she allows her feet to clench against each other, and her ankles lock tightly in a firm grip. "Now I got you trapped around me." Delilah says, and kisses his forehead, tasting the sweat. "Mmm, your sweat tastes really nice, tiger."
"Delilah, do you have any idea what you are doing right now?" Mac asks her. She nods, and says "Yes. And we need to be careful to not wake anyone up out here. So let's get this over with."
