Reiko Miyami looked at herself in the mirror one more time. Her personal trainer was arriving in a very few minutes. Nolan Baker would be the first man other than her late husband to see her dressed this way. She wore an ornate silk kimono tied at the waist with an obi. If things went well, Reiko would seduce her first lover today.
There had been no time for men since her husband had died. There was a clothing company and a couple of restaurants to run and their grown children to console. She mourned little for her late husband,Yukio, who had died of a heart attack while one of his office whores sucked his cock in the back of the corporate limo. The police had told her everything. Reiko had never done anything like that for Yukio. He had never asked. Instead, she would awaken in the middle of the night with the smell of bourbon and cigarettes in her face and his penis inside her. Her pussy or her ass, it made no difference to Yukio.
"That's my little wife," he'd grunt as he pushed into her. After a bit, she'd feel a sticky warmth and Yukio would roll off her, snoring before his head hit the pillow. The showers afterward became a ritual. God-sent. Calming. She wished better for her daughter, Nori, who was growing into large-breasted womanhood. She hoped that their son, Kintaro, would turn out to be a better man than his father. Now, after a little over twenty-two years, all Reiko had was work, her get-togethers for bridge at the hotel, and her weekly dinners with Nori and Kintaro.
It was at one of these dinners that Kintaro had brought up the subject of a personal trainer.
"Have you thought about joining a gym, mom," he had asked.
"You think I'm getting fat?"
"No, mom! Not all all," said Nori.
"You look great, mom," said Kintaro, a bean sprout hanging from his mouth.
"We just want to keep you that way," said Nori. "We want you healthy and happy."
"I don't like gymnasiums," Reiko sniffed. "All that sweat and who knows what else! Other women comparing every flaw. And in the shower, no less! Ugh!"
"You don't have to go to a gym," Kintaro said. "I'll send you my guy."
"A man?"
"Sure. A professional. He's great. He's got a big clientele just in our office alone. He'll help you stay fit."
"I don't know..."
"If you don't like him, there's plenty of women we can find," said Nori.
"We'll see," said Reiko.
Reiko made some inquiries around the office. The verdict was unanimous: Nolan Baker was impeccable. He listened and his advice was given gently and explained thoroughly. His own body was said to be his own best advertisement. The fact that it was black quickly became incidental.
Kintaro brought Baker over to meet his mother on a Thursday afternoon in late August. Reiko was surprised at how tall Baker was—how he filled their doorway. His skin was the color of a bar of dark chocolate and his bald head gleamed.
"Nolan Baker, I'd like to introduce my mother, Mrs. Reiko Miyami."
Baker bowed and said "hajimemashite" before taking her hand.
"Pleased to meet you, sir" said Reiko. She was taken aback by his formality. She hadn't been addressed that way since her last trip to one of the restaurants she owned.
They sat and exchanged pleasantries for a few moments before Reiko brought up the subject at hand.
"So, my children think I am becoming a flabby old lady, Mr. Baker. What do you say?"
"I would say that you're far from it, ma'am. I'd be honored if I could help you remain that way."
"What about Tuesday mornings at nine o'clock, Mr. Baker? Does that agree with your schedule?"
Kintaro smiled.
"You're taking my spot, ma!"
"You can find another."
Reiko found herself thrilled at the prospect of starting her program. She ran track and played soccer as a girl, but her marriage and her children had made those pursuits impossible. Even though Los Angeles contained a multitude of distractions for a woman of leisure, her husband's death had changed her course yet again. This was a chance to take control of her life for once.
She went out and bought an exercise suit and some training shoes and anklets. Reiko performed a few of her old school calisthenics just so she wouldn't be rusty when Tuesday arrived. When it did, she was showered and ready for Nolan by a quarter after eight.
She wasn't prepared for the sight that greeeted her when she answered the door promptly at nine. Nolan Baker wore a one-piece Spandex workout suit that covered his entire body. Every chiseled muscle was evident. He seemed even taller than he had at first. And Reiko couldn't will her eyes away from the tantalizing bulge at the juncture of his thighs.
"Ohayou, ma'am," Baker said as he bowed.
"Come in! Please," said Reiko as she averted her eyes and ushered him in. She was calm outwardly but inwardly, Reiko was on the verge of a breakdown. She walked Baker out to the pool where she'd had some mats, towels, and bottles of water set up. He was speaking to her but she couldn't quite hear him for the roaring in her ears. She was trembling. The crotch of her panties was sopping wet.
"Ma'am?"
"Yes?"
"I said that walking is a good warmup. Would you like to walk a few laps around the pool with me?"
"Yes... yes! That would be good."
They talked as they walked, mostly about her plans and goals. What she'd like to accomplish with her physical training. Soon, she was sweating and more at ease. She began asking him questions. Where'd he'd grown up. Why he had chosen his line of work. Did he have family in the area.
"We've been walking almost forty minutes, ma'am—"
"Call me Reiko."
"Thank you... Reiko. And you're welcome to call me Nolan."
"Thank you, Nolan."
"We've got time for an exercise or two before I have to leave. Come on over to the mat and lie down."
Reiko lay down on her back looking up into Nolan Baker's eyes and felt nervous again.
"This exercise will keep your tummy in shape," he said.
"Raise your knees."
She did it without thinking.
He put his hands on her ankles.
"Now, put your hands behind your head and raise your shoulders a few inches off the mat."
She had raised her head for the twelfh time when something unexpected happened. Reiko's breath left her lungs in a rush that made her cry out. All her blood had gathered in her pussy and it coursed and throbbed like nothing she'd ever felt. She couldn't control the twitching of her body. She could feel consciousness slip away from her like water through her hands.
When Reiko opened her eyes, Nolan was kneeling beside her with a bottle of water. He placed his hand under her back and sat her up.
"Drink."
Reiko gulped down half the bottle. She was still trembling. Suddenly, she felt as light as a feather. She was being borne aloft in Nolan's arms. He placed her on one of the lounge chairs at the side of the pool.
"Am I going to be all right," she asked.
Nolan smiled.
"You lie here until you feel like walking. The water's right here. I think you did very well for your first workout."
"But what happened to me?"
"Your body's reaction to exercise after such a long time. I see it a lot. Don't worry about it. I'll see you next week."
Nolan turned to leave. Reiko noticed that the bulge in his suit was larger.
She fell asleep in the chair by the pool. She awakened feeling more centered and calm than she could ever remember. Reiko tottered into the house on still-unsteady legs, cancelled her appointments for the rest of the day, went to her bed, and slept.
When Reiko awakened late Tuesday afternooon, she arose, lay down on the carpeted floor of her bedroom and began a set of crunches. It took more this time—almost twenty. But, just as before, her body betrayed her and took command over every muscle, nerve, and sinew. She indulged herself, letting her moans, groans, and utterances take their course.
The center of her body gripped her tightly, then released her. Slowly. Mercifully. Tenderly. Every shudder forced a sound from deep within her lungs. The feeling was so intense that she rolled over onto her left side and placed her wrists between her thighs.
Orgasm.
She knew the word. Reiko had tried to have one. Nothing had reached her until a strange man held her legs and allowed her to squeeze her thighs together.
And he knew what had happened to her. He liked what had happened to her.
She bought a new outfit that weekend. She picked every piece with care. Reiko picked pieces that made her uncomfortable... daring pieces... seductive.
The bell rang promptly at nine o'clock that next Tuesday.
Reiko breathed deeply and struggled to steady herself. She went to the door, took a deep breath, and opened it.
It was Nolan Baker's turn to be surprised. Reiko's nipples strained the thin fabric of her top. The soft cleft between her breasts led his gaze downward to the shorts that barely covered her nether region.
"Ohayou, Reiko."
"Ohayou, Nolan. Please come in."
Reiko felt Nolan's eyes on her bottom as she led them to the pool.
"My compliments on your outfit, Reiko."
"I'm glad you like it."
The pool was set up exactly as before except for a stick of incense burning in a censer on a table at the side of a mat.
"Would you like us to walk again to warm up, Reiko?"
"No, thank you. I would like to do my crunches again, please."
Reiko lay down on the mat she had prepared. The smell of incense was overwhelming. The sound of a nearby fountain was the only counterpoint to her gentle breathing.
Nolan kneeled at Reiko's feet. He could see the unpantied swell of her buttocks in the flagging fabric of her french-cut shorts. The outline of her sex was plain. Her nipples poked against the soft fabric of her shirt.
He knew what was going to happen when she began her crunches. He had no idea what would happen after them. He grasped her ankles—her feet bare--and felt her trembling.
"Ready?"
"Hai!"
"Go!"
Reiko began slowly. She was conscious now of the pressure at the juncture of her thighs on the swollen bud of her clitoris. Each raising of her head tightened her thighs and squeezed her button between two columns of flesh. Each raising of her head brought an increased thrill to and through her body.
She looked into Nolan's eyes without shame as a wave pulsed through her.
"Three..."
Reiko raised her head again. Her eyes met Nolan's and then flitted down to his cock. The bulge was there.
"Four..."
Reiko closed her eyes again and continued.
"Five..."
The sound of the fountain and Reiko's breathing were joined by Nolan's determined count.
