"Okay Nanc, just a few more reps and we're done. Since we're cooling down, let me adjust the weight..." Bill said as he reached under my arm and his hand grazed my boob.
"Oops! Sorry about that," he straightened and continued as if nothing happened. "Let's count down from 10 and then we'll do some stretching. Ten, nine, eight..."
Somehow, I got through the last ten reps. When I was done, I practically jumped back from the machine. Instead of heading to the mat to stretch, I picked up my water bottle and keys off the window sill and started heading for the door.
"Nanc...?" Bill asked.
"I have to go, Bill," I called over my shoulder, "I forgot I have to be on a conference call. Goodnight!" And I bolted out the door.
My condo was in the building right next door and I fumbled to get the key in the lock. I didn't slow down until I got inside and up the first set of steps. Once I reached the second floor, I knew he wouldn't be able to see me through the door or windows. My heart was in my chest as I finished the climb to the third floor and made it in my front door. My place was completely dark as I wandered into the dining room and peered out the window where I had a perfect view of the gym.
Bill walked out a few seconds later and immediately lifted his head towards my windows. I backed up to the wall, unsure if the glow of the street lights was enough to cast me in a shadow. I had only glimpsed his face for a second but he looked puzzled. He had been my trainer for almost three months and we always made small talk before saying goodnight at the curb.
I snuck another peek out the window and saw him climbing into his truck. He started the engine but wasn't moving. I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket and looked down to find a text from him.
"Stretch while you're on that call and good luck with your big presentation tomorrow. I'm sure you'll do great!" he wrote. So sweet of him to remember.
My good friend Julie and her husband Mark had decided to get back in shape last year. They had been referred to Bill by a friend and when I saw what wonders he did for them, I agreed to meet with him. At 27, I still held onto my freshman 15 x 4. Clearly, I needed to get moving.
When I walked in Julie's house for the introduction, I was in total shock. All she had said in advance was that he was really fit and good looking. The man towered over Mark who I knew stood 6 feet 1. Mark walked toward me to envelope me in a hug.
"So good to see you, kiddo," he said, kissing me on the cheek. At 50, Mark always treated me like one of their kids. "This is Bill."
Bill was easily 6 feet 5, broad shouldered, muscular thighs, bright smile and dark, chocolate skin. He walked right toward me with his hand outstretched.
"Hi Nancy, so good to meet you," he beamed. "Mark and Julie have told me so much about you."
"Oh, sweet Jesus," I muttered, reaching out to shake his hand.
He threw his head back and laughed. The richest, deepest laugh I have ever heard. All the while, he continued to hold my hand. He stepped closer, pulling our combined hands up to his chest and peering down at me, "All good things, I promise."
Looking back, I don't know how I made it through dinner that night. I'm sure Julie and Mark must have carried the conversation because I have no recollection of contributing. I tried sneaking glances at him as often as possible because holy moly, the man was gorgeous. And his hands...I wondered how the fragile wine glass didn't break every time he took a sip. If I made an ass of myself, my friends were kind enough not to tell me.
Bill met me at my condo's gym a couple days later to get started. We sat at the table to discuss diet and what I considered my most troublesome areas. He laughed when I said, "head to toe." Gosh, that laugh. You could tell it came from deep in his belly.
And for the past three months, I've stuck to the plan. We met 2x a week to work out together and the rest of the week, I was on my own. So far, I was down 21 pounds.
Bill demonstrated how best to use the equipment, he timed me, he encouraged me, he grabbed my foot to push while I was stretching....but tonight was the first time we had any intimate contact. For most people, it would have been no big deal. But for me? It was the first time in years that anyone had touched me.
I turned on the shower and got undressed while the water was warming up. As I peeled off my sweaty clothes, I was very much aware of my arousal. I always left Bill feeling tingly and warm inside, sometimes even wet. Tonight, I was dripping. I reached under my spare pillow and grabbed Blackie. That was the name on the box when he was delivered. Nine-inch black dildo with a suction base. He was definitely coming in the shower with me tonight.
I stepped in the shower and put him on the wall. By now I knew the tile where he would be at the perfect height for me to ride. Once I had myself lathered head to toe, I backed up into him. Two years later and I knew the feeling of the head as it opened me, the veins as they stroked over the walls of my cunt. I lay my back flat against the wall and grabbed my tits. My left nipple had been raised ever since Bill touched me. I closed my eyes and imagined him standing behind me, my back against his chest as he fucked me. Would he whisper dirty things to me? I wanted him to tell me to take it, to squeeze him, to milk his cock. I used one hand to rub my clit and within seconds, I came. I dried off and climbed into bed, wanting to savor the sensation, the thoughts of Bill as I snuggled under the covers.
Twenty-two hours later, I walked in the door and kicked my shoes off. I was so happy that this week was over. My presentation had been a success but leading the meeting and answering everyone's questions, had made for a very stressful, head pounding day. As much as I wanted to collapse, I knew it was Zumba night. I headed right to my bedroom to change into my sports bra, t-shirt and yoga pants. I stopped in the kitchen to fill a huge water bottle and then stood in front of the TV to search for a video. I found a 40 minute one that I had never done before and hit play. Five minutes in and the woman's voice was making my headache worse. I was debating on whether or not I should start a new one when there was a knock at my door. As I turned to go answer it, I wrenched my back.
"Oww!" I yelped as I pulled the door open.
I expected to see one of my neighbors. No one else could get in the main door unless someone buzzed them in or held it open.
"I can tell by your expression that you didn't look through the peephole. You should always look through the peephole, Nancy. Are you okay?" asked Bill. He was standing there with a brown bag, flowers and a bottle of red wine.
"Wh...what are you doing here?" I was in total shock and I was still holding my lower back.
"You didn't respond to my texts and you left so quickly last night, I wanted to check on you. And I just heard you cry out. Are you okay?" he asked again.
"Oh, um...yeah. I just moved the wrong way when I came to the door," I told him.
"You look like you did more than that, Nancy. Can I help? That is, if you'll let me come in," he grinned.
"Of course, please come in," I said, stepping aside.
He came in and shut the door behind him. Standing there in my entryway, I was very aware of his size. I was in my bare feet and workout clothes and he looked gorgeous. Tight black t-shirt, dark jeans and black combat boots. He sat everything down on the bench and started to take off his boots as he looked up at me.
"You're barefoot and you have carpet so I kinda figured," he shrugged.
