Diana knew she was blessed. And the gifts with which she was blessed made her feel powerful. Her sexual appetite was voracious at times, but she was equipped to satiate it as often and as much as she pleased. She stood 5'6", weighed 130lbs, had beautiful, shoulder-length, red hair, green eyes, and full, pouty lips. She took great pleasure in showing off her firm, perky, beautifully-symmetrical, b-cup breasts, with horizontally-pierced nipples the size and shape of pencil erasers, frequently going about her business bra-less, in tight-fitting tank tops. Of course she also loved wearing just a thin sports-bra when she worked out at the gym. In either case, it turned her on when she knew that people, both men and women, could see her nipples and piercings through her clothing. And she loved wearing things that showed off side boob and under boob.
Diana had an athletic build, which she worked hard to maintain. She didn't have 6 pack abs, but her tummy was as hard as a rock. There had been times, off and on, where she had started cutting a 6 pack, but she preferred the softer, more feminine look that she had decided to maintain. Her ass was an absolute work of art. She had the most perfectly-shaped, bubble butt, that any woman would envy. She had broad hips and a gap between her beautifully-sculpted thighs, wide enough for most men to place their hand flat against her mound, while she was standing or sitting, without her having to spread her legs, though she didn't have a problem doing that. And those legs.......she had muscular, thick thighs, thanks to years of playing soccer. Without her regular tanning sessions, her skin had the porcelain complexion of most redheads, though she was extremely blessed to be freckle-free. But because of her tanning regimen, she kept a light bronze tone, with the exception of the tan lines where she wore a thong/bikini while she tanned. She had tried tanning nude, but she felt sexier with her tan lines.
Diana had a medium-width strip of furry, red, beaver pelt above her cleanly-waxed slit. And her clitoral hood was pierced with a medium-gauge, vertical barbell. She let her little landing strip grow as long and as thick as it would; it was full enough that she could almost style it with a brush. While she always kept her box bald, she loved it when men would run their fingers through her pubes while they were eating her out, and she felt like most of them were turned on and enthralled by her little slice of fire pie. Her labia were succulent, clamshell-style lips, and she had a full, well-rounded mound that became engorged when she was really excited.
Her appetite for men could change from time-to-time. Sometimes she liked the less-confident, less-experienced, freshly-divorced, daddy types. She could always see and feel how much they appreciated both her body and her sexuality, and it was fun seeing where things went with them as they came out of their shells. They were always so eager to please.
At other times she was more interested in the fetish-oriented, mildly deviant guys. One of her favorite ways to troll for them was to let the hair in her armpits grow out. That was something that was clearly visible in the clothing that she wore outside of work, and the guys that would hit on her or respond to her flirtations during those phases of her appetite and grooming were more likely to be the ones that would bed her.
While dating apps were one of her hunting grounds, Diana's favorite place to hook up with men was the gym, where she felt the most powerful. During her workouts she would naturally be wearing spandex shorts and sports-bras, through which all 3 of her piercings, not to mention a little camel toe, were almost always visible. And the gym was really a smorgasbord of all of the types of guys that Diana liked. Not only that, but she'd had a few late-night fucks at the gym. The naughty thrill of locker room or shower sex, where someone might walk in on you dialed up the thrill, and she'd even had sex once on a weight bench out on the open floor around 3:00 one morning, which absolutely electrified her.
When it came to relationships, Diana was rarely regularly-involved with any one man longer than 6-8 weeks, though she had established a formidable base of casual fuck buddies with whom she enjoyed occasional, NSA sex. She just didn't want any of them getting too attached to her, which the type of guys that she typically enjoyed the most tended to get attached pretty quickly. She had rules and boundaries, and the cardinal directive was that she didn't bring her dates to her home; in fact, she made it point to make sure that they didn't even know where she lived. She didn't need the drama of brokenhearted saps hanging out on her doorstep, or perhaps running into each other there. She had memberships at several gyms throughout the city, and she would change up where she went if she needed a little distance from a guy, if the ending of a relationship wasn't clean and smooth. And she would rotate back to dating apps from gym friends, just to give things a cooling off period, if necessary. Diana also went to great lengths to make sure that she kept her relationships as far from work as possible. When she was in an online dating phase, she would drive to neighboring cities, up to 45 minutes away, for the geographical buffer that could help prevent annoying, clingy, or even stalker-like behavior. Those apps were also good for quick, easy hookups while travelling for business.
Diana was 28 years old, and had learned how to choose, manage, and navigate sexual relationships pretty well. She had learned early on how to spot the guys that were going to fall in love with her the first time they went to bed together. And though she was careful to avoid long-term attachments, she did eventually want to settle down with a nice guy some day, and have a child or two; it just wasn't today. Today, she wanted to get fucked.
This evening's session at the gym presented her with the opportunity to whet her appetite. She had noticed Rob admiring her for the last few weeks during her workouts. She could tell he was a bit on the shy, insecure side, but he was an attractive guy. He was 6ft tall, broad-shouldered with a large, muscular build, and brown hair with a high-and-tight style haircut. She figured him to be recently-divorced and working on getting himself into shape to get back into the dating scene, though he'd apparently been divorced or separated long enough to where there was no ring line visible on his finger. While he was probably around 40 years old, Diana wasn't turned off by that; in fact she typically enjoyed men 10-15 years her senior. Besides, it wasn't like she was looking to marry the guy and have kids with him; he probably already had some of his own already. But the biggest turn on was how she could feel his gaze burning a hole in the spandex covering her ass when her back was to him, and how she would see him quickly avert his gaze from her any time she turned around to face him or made eye contact with him through one of the many mirrors on the walls of the gym. She could feel how badly he wanted her, and she could see him occasionally having to take measures to hide the bulge forming in his shorts. And, as she was in one of her little phases where she had some red fuzz growing under her arms at the time, she knew that if he was attracted to her then, that there was some potential for some fun fetish play.
Over the course of the 2 weeks leading up to tonight, Diana had "accidentally" bumped into Rob (with her ass) while standing up and turning to walk away from the water fountain, and had taken the opportunity to start making small talk with him. They had introduced each other by first name and had even spotted each other while lifting weights a couple of times. Rob was at the gym about the same time as Diana several nights a week, while Diana was there about every night. She got the feeling that there were other obligations on some sort of schedule that kept him away for 2-3 nights at a time, sometimes; maybe signs of a divorced dad spending time with his kids. Rob had asked Diana if she wanted to have coffee with him after their workout a couple of nights ago and she had strategically taken a rain check. This evening she cashed it in and told him she'd take him up on that offer for a coffee date. The poor guy stuttered a little bit as he accepted her invitation, which made her almost giggle.
After finishing their workouts they agreed to meet in the parking lot once they were showered. It was a balmy, summer night when they met outside. Diana had to stifle another giggle when she saw Rob's car: a small, red BMW convertible, the top of which he had already folded down. It absolutely screamed midlife crisis, and she had to wonder if he had a minivan or SUV parked at the house for hauling the kids around. At the same time, she was thrilled about the prospect of being in such a small car with Rob. Being that close together presented all sorts of opportunities to get the night started in the direction that she wanted.
Diana was dressed for her mission tonight. She was wearing a tight, lime-green tank top, with no bra, a short, white sun dress style mini skirt, a red, cotton thong, and white flat sandals. Once they were in the car Diana turned to Rob and said "Why don't we skip the coffee and go for a drive?"
Rob was more than happy to oblige. "Where would you like to go?" he asked. "Let's head up to the parkway." she replied.
Within minutes they were headed up the winding, two-lane parkway, enjoying a clear night sky, illuminated by a full moon.
Diana made small talk with Rob, asking him about what kind of work he did. She didn't have to feign interest as he told her about his job as a paramedic, and she asked him a number of questions about his experiences. She flirtatiously placed her left hand on his right arm, where it rested on the center console, as she laughed at his humorous, workplace anecdotes, and twirled a strand of her hair around her right index finger, occasionally resting her head against his right shoulder for a moment here and there. Eventually she moved her left hand down to his right hand and gave him a couple of gentle squeezes. He squeezed her hand gently a couple of times in return, and then they rode quietly for a couple of minutes, in baited silence.
Diana finally broke the silence, at the same moment that she drew Rob's hand to the inside of her left thigh, and placed her right hand on the back of it, while keeping her left hand on his wrist. "Rob, I'm going to be direct with you; I'm not looking for a serious relationship, but I like sex, and I find you attractive. How do you feel about that? Would you be interested in something.......casual?"
