The two days after his rendezvous with Diana dragged by for Rob. He was excited about their next get together, but he had been struggling to wrap his head around her division of church and state, as it pertained to sexual and romantic involvements. He had never pursued a woman for the sole purpose of getting laid, and he felt like most women, while they had needs and might partake of a hit-it-and-quit-it arrangement every now and again, weren't looking for that as a lifestyle.
Diana's sexual aura was absolutely electric, but he found her obvious intelligence and confidence almost equally attractive. He worried, too, because his penis had always seemed to be attached directly to his heart. That was compounded by some terribly traumatic experiences in and around his past relationships, and he was still working hard to heal and pick up the pieces.
Rob's first wife, Samantha, was the first girl he had dated and the love of his life. She wasn't the first girl with whom he'd had sex, but he had carried a torch for her for several years before Samantha had allowed him to bed her. She was the standard by which every girl he dated after his first date with her had been measured, and Samantha had made him the happiest man in the world when she agreed to marry him, and again when she gave him a child. She had been killed in a wreck about 10 years ago, along with their 4 year old son, Danny. The impact of those losses carried over into his job as a paramedic, as well as his second marriage.
One could easily understand the effect that it would have on him, to respond to wrecks and other emergencies where young children were hurt or killed. One might also be able to understand how and why he turned to drinking himself into oblivion to deal with the feelings that got dredged up on a fairly regular basis during the course of his job.
Rob remarried about 4 years ago. His drinking didn't get out of hand until shortly after he was wed. In fact, he had concealed it so well that his second wife, Angela, didn't even know that he drank until they had been married for the better part of a year. Rob was spiraling downward quickly by the time she became aware, and she wasn't equipped to deal with that. She was also pregnant with his child when his problem reared its ugly head. Rob's drinking problem went in cycles, and he managed to rebound by the time their daughter, Meghan, was born. While he bonded very closely with Meghan, whom he loved more than life its-self, his marriage was damaged beyond repair. One morning Rob arrived home from a night shift to find his family gone, their dressers and closets cleaned out, and a note from his wife telling him that she and Meghan were going to be living with her parents. Angela made it clear that she was not interested in trying to salvage their marriage, and she stuck to her guns on that. In addition to the obvious problems caused by his drinking, Angela also felt the constant presence of Samantha in Rob's heart, and she didn't think she'd ever be able to compete. She did, however, express a sincere desire for Rob to stop drinking so that he could have a good relationship with his daughter, and she promised to cooperate with him on custody and visitation.
Thanks to a supportive and understanding employer and colleagues, Rob had been able to keep his job while he worked through his drinking problem, and he had been moved to day shifts so that he could share custody of his daughter. While things had been going very well at work and at home, Rob had begun feeling the vacuum of the relationship void in his life. He was ready to re-enter the realm of dating as a middle-aged, single dad and recovering alcoholic.
While Diana was a goddess, and Rob was sexually and romantically starved for female companionship, he probably would have walked away from a "relationship" like Diana was offering, if it wasn't for one, perilous thing: Diana was the spitting image of Samantha, and about the same age that Samantha was when she was killed. That was his true Kryptonite. That is why he would venture into a relationship with little to no hope of anything good coming of it, and a very high likelihood that he was going to get hurt. The first time he saw Diana, her resemblance to Samantha took his breath away and nearly brought him to his knees. He was drawn to her like a moth to a flame.
Rob would really have loved to give Diana some flowers (or even A flower) after their workout, but he had received her message, loud and clear. He figured that about the time he handed her a flower or, heaven forbid, a flower arrangement, that her hair would burst into flame, and she'd run away, screaming, as fast as she could, never to return.
Diana was already in the gym, running on a treadmill when Rob arrived that Thursday evening. She smiled and waved to him and he responded with his own smile and wave, but he continued on into the locker room to get changed, without going over to talk to her.
Once changed, Rob found a stationary bike and started a 30 minute ride to get his heart rate up, before he started working with weights. He noticed Diana finishing up her run, then going to the opposite corner of the gym to work with free weights. The bike he was riding just happened to be pointed in that direction, so he couldn't help but see Diana working out. As she crossed the gym floor, Rob feasted his eyes on her beautiful ass. The fact that he could see daylight through her thigh gap, as she walked toward or away from him, blew him away. This evening he didn't bother looking away when they made eye contact. She met his gaze when she caught him staring at her lower extremities, smiled slyly, and winked at him.
About 10 minutes into his bike ride, Rob saw Diana approach a man setting up some weights to begin his workout, and strike up a conversation. Rob got the impression that they knew each other. Based upon her flirtatious behavior, he got the feeling that they may have or had some sort of intimate relationship. As she stood over him to spot him, with her crotch very close to his face, he would stare straight up, unabashedly, right into her camel toe. She would lock eyes with him and grin, with a "come fuck me" kind of expression on her face. She also obviously noticed that Rob was seeing their interaction, and she smiled and made a kissy face at him at one point.
Diana and the stranger were still working out together, when Rob finished his bike ride, so he picked out some weight machines where he could work without a spotter, and set about the remainder of his workout.
After about an hour, Diana and the man she had been working out with said their goodbyes and parted ways. He slapped her on the ass as she turned to walk away, and she gave a playful squeal, smiling back at him over her shoulder.
While the guy headed toward the locker room, Diana turned and walked over to Rob.
"I'm going to go ahead and grab a quick shower. You up for another ride after you finish?" Diana asked him.
"Of course." He replied.
"Good. Don't worry about a shower, I want you a little gamey." she told him, as she gave him a naughty grin and turned to sashay to the women's locker room.
Rob had felt a boner building off and on throughout his workout as his arousal was fueled by the jealously he'd been struggling to keep under wraps, but there was no holding it back now. He grabbed his towel and made tracks for the men's locker room, keeping it strategically in front of him as he went.
This evening was overcast and it was beginning to rain, so Rob had the roof up on his convertible. When Diana opened the passenger door and slid her fine ass into the seat, she giggled when she noticed her panties still hanging from the rear view mirror.
Upon seeing her reaction, Rob grinned sheepishly and commented "Of course I left them there. They are among my most cherished possessions."
She leaned over the console and gave him a long, deep kiss, and said "Darling, let's drive over to the lake."
There was only one lake in the immediate vicinity. There was a walking trail around the shore, with a number of secluded gazebos, picnic tables, and grills. On an evening like this, they would all but certainly be able to find a vacant gazebo to enjoy some privacy, not that Rob thought Diana worried too much about privacy; he got the distinct impression that she had a pretty wide exhibitionist streak in her.
