As I went the fitness center, I thought of the time that I had enjoyed with Sara the day before. The mystery was answered. Sara was more than very willing to move our relationship from gym buddy to working partner to the most special friendship that two women could enjoy together. We had enjoyed each other in the hot tub and the shower afterward. My mind had raced through the future possibilities. Of course, I also worried that she would have regrets once she had the time to consider what we had done together. Would she be with her husband and decide that we shouldn't continue? Would she think that it had been a fun time and with her curiosity satisfied, tell me that there shouldn't be more encounters? What would be her reaction once she had time to think and reflect?
At the fitness center, I started my morning workout with no sign of Sara. I usually beat her there so I didn't worry. But, after only a few minutes on the treadmill, I began to wonder what would happen next. Then my cell phone dinged telling me that I had a new text message. It was Sara. "Sorry that I'm not there. Mark is flying out of town on business today. I've gotten my morning workout here at the house, if you know what I mean. LOL." I read it with a worried smile as I thought to myself; of course I know what you mean. Then another message came in, "I'm driving him down to the airport so I won't be at the fitness center today." I worried what the next message would say as pessimism filled my mind.
I responded, "Guess that means my workout will have to be alone. LOL."
Her answer followed shortly, "glad to hear that you're not replacing me with another workout partner." As I smiled with that message another came in, "I guess it will have to be an extra intense workout tomorrow to make up for missing today." I continued my time on the treadmill. The time seemed to fly by as I thought about what the next day would bring. I thought about the intense workout that we would have together. Should we exercise, and then go for a dip in the hot tub? Should I invite her to my house, share a shower and then some fun in my bed? Should I invite her over for coffee instead of a workout? I could promise her something hot, steamy and creamy. That would give her a clear indication that I had more than coffee in mind. As I finished my time on the treadmill, I knew that I would have to head home to continue my workout alone, and that I needed some intense time all alone there.
I skipped my post-treadmill stretching and further exercising. I hurried to my car and drove home. There were errands that I needed to run, but they would have to wait. I had some urgent feelings that needed to be addressed directly before my mind could focus on any other activities as mundane as errands. As I pulled into my driveway, I noticed that there were several lights on in the house, lights that I didn't remember leaving turned on when I had left. I pulled into the garage, wondering if my husband had returned home. There was no indication of him, but the front door was open. I carefully walked into the house, looking around. As I stood in the doorway, I called out to him, "John, are you home?" He quickly answered from our bedroom upstairs. I went up and entered our bedroom, only to see his suit and shirt lying in a crumbled pile at the foot of the bed.
He came walking out of the bathroom with a clean shirt on and no pants. He looked at me and explained that he had made a mess of himself after getting a flat tire. The tow truck had taken his car to the tire ship since his spare was also flat. The driver had dropped him off so that he could get cleaned up while the car was repaired. I felt sorry for him as my mind also thought that this would certainly delay my self-induced pleasure. As he explained that I'd need to take him to his car shortly, I started to get out of my exercise clothes with much thought. Soon I was standing in my yoga pants without my tank top and exercise bra. As I pulled my yoga pants off, I noticed that he was watching me undress rather than buttoning up his shirt. As I stood there in my panties, I looked at his boxers and saw the front sticking out quite a bit and that he was staring at me as I undressed. I looked at him and said, "You may have had a flat tire, but you sure don't have flat boxers." I'd spent my morning thinking of Sara, and this most certainly seemed to be an opportunity to fulfill those desires in a different way than I had planned while driving home.
Our encounter was quick and intense. After my mental preparation through the morning, I didn't need a lot of foreplay to get me ready. John took full advantage of my arousal in a manner that we both found to be highly pleasing. As he dressed afterward, John commented that I seemed quite ready. I told him that it was something about finding him when I didn't expect him along with the effect of my morning workout. I didn't see any need to tell him that I'd spent the morning thinking of Sara, or that while his stimulation was quite fulfilling, my thoughts were shared between him and Sara. His cell phone lit up with a text message that his car was ready. As he asked me for a ride to the repair shop, I laughed, "Didn't I just give you a ride?" He chuckled in response as he asked for a second ride. With a smile on my face and thoughts of Sara on my mind, I pulled on sweatpants and a sweatshirt, knowing that my thoughts of her would keep me excited while not wearing any underwear.
As expected, I was in quite a mood for some continued fun when I returned home from the trip to deliver John to the repair shop. I went to my bedroom and reached into the lower drawer of my nightstand, pulling out my trusty partner in self-pleasure. I pulled off my sweatshirt and pushed my sweatpants to the floor. As I stretched out on the bed, my cell phone rang and I saw that it was Sara calling. "Hey girlfriend. I hope that you're doing well and didn't mind working out alone this morning. "She continued to talk, stammering with her words, "You know how it is. I really meant to have another workout with you, but Mark was saying that he'd miss me, and one thing led to another...and, well."
As I turned the vibrator to its lowest setting and began to stroke myself with it, I answered Sara, "Of course I know what you mean. We're both happily married and that is part of being happy. You're not the only one who had some marital fun today." I then proceeded to give her the story of the flat tire and the further events of my morning, complete with all the thoughts of her that I had been enjoying.
She interrupted me, "What is that noise? That humming...oh my....are you? Is that what you're doing now?"
I was past the point of mere arousal and well into losing control. "Exactly. It has been on the outside so far but hearing your voice and talking like this is making me need it inside...and turned up higher." With that, I turned my vibrator up to a high setting and slid it into my aroused horny pussy. The deep vibrations made me moan in delight as Sara listened on the phone. I moaned louder and louder, telling her that this is what I would do to her when we had a chance. "I'm going to suck you, and fill you with my toy until you scream like this...ahhhhh....I'm cumming....I'm cumming." That was exactly what I did. Waves of pleasure filled me over and over again as my orgasm exploded through my body. I pulled my toy from my orgasmic pussy as I panted into the phone. Slowly, I regained my breath and was able to talk again.
I heard Sara on the phone, "Are you OK? Did you just pass out from excessive orgasm?" I responded with a laugh and assured her that I was still breathing, just that it had been quite an experience. One that was accentuated by having her call me just as I was about to address my need. She laughed, "Wow, I thought I was special to you but figured I had to be there in person to help you, I didn't realize that all it took was a phone call."
