CHAPTER 4: TRAINING PLEASURES
The next few weeks after coming to an understanding about what we were doing (basically, fucking with no expectation strings beyond the physical) continued to be Friday or Saturday nights. We might be at my place or his but it was always just for hours in the evening and the other going home. Beyond the freely given sex, we were learning more and more about each other.
As the next weekend approached, Travis convinced me to take another step and spend the night with him. He wanted me to arrive mid-afternoon on Saturday with a small bag with whatever I might need for the night and something to wear if we went out. Despite all the meetings to simply fuck, this felt like a decision to be made. He assured me, though, there was nothing behind his thinking besides more time to relax and enjoy each other.
His suggestion had the desired effect and like all of his suggestions so far I accepted it without much consideration. I was fully aware of that, too. It wasn't a matter of giving him control or my losing control but that he was careful in how he presented ideas so I felt comfortable enough to accept any risk with my growing trust in him.
My bag was on the floor inside his front door where I dropped it upon entering his house and my clothes were piled on a chair in the family room where I had discarded them soon after. We had fucked with me bent over the back of the couch and we were sprawled out on the couch with me casually sucking cock. For whatever reason, I still found it intriguing to see my light skin against his dark skin. In this case, it was my hand lightly stroking his semi-hard cock while I mouthed the head. His hand softly caressed my head and sometimes roamed down my naked body.
"I think you should try my gym," he said out of nowhere.
"Hmmm?" I had been in a place without thought or concern. It was amazing how content I could be just casually toying with his cock.
"You said you belong to that big fitness club on the other side of the city and you hardly ever use it." He wasn't trying to sell me on his gym, was he? "Sorry," he continued as if he read my mind and question. "I'm not pushing but ... well, you explained it was not convenient after work. My gym is basically on your way home." He stroked the side of my breast. "You still have a great body." He better not say for my age, I thought. "Some regular, maybe two or three times a week, resistance work could have a real effect."
I raised my head off his cock and turned enough to look up at him. My hand remained on his cock. Where was this coming from, I wondered as I just looked at him. He seemed to become a little nervous and my response was to just look at him. Maybe I had that look I use in the office that quietly challenged.
"I was thinking about exhibitionism," he quickly added. "You seemed excited by that moment on your patio. I was just thinking it could be fun to do more at safe locations where nobody might know us. I was also thinking you might feel more confident if ..." His words dwindled to nothing and I sensed he gave up trying as he considered he was talking himself into a hole he couldn't get out of.
I scooched up to sit across his lap. I took his hand and put it on my breast. It immediately squeezed. I put my head on his shoulder. "I think you're right," I said. "I joined the big club because I could afford it and I did want to be in better shape. But, you are right about it not being convenient." I snuggled into him, wiggled my butt against his cock, and kissed the side of his face. "Do you suppose there might be someone there I could get some pointers from to help me?"
He turned his head to see my eyes and I moved my head slightly and batted my eyelashes. "You're teasing me."
"Yes," I admitted as I pressed my breast into his chest. "But I also like the idea. I think it would be very erotic to spend time 'innocently' with the guy who fucks my brains out."
