Pursuit and Captured
My palms began to sweat as I nervously approached her. I could feel my arms beginning to shake as I walked across the gym floor. Naomie sat majestically on the stationary bike, toweling the perspiration from her forehead. She looked so gorgeous in her skintight pink crop top and form fitting shorts. With her long black hair pulled into a bun and held in place with a colorful clip, she looked even more alluring, as the body moisture provided an outline of her firm erect nipples.
There's no reason to be shy I admonished myself. She isn't the first women you've made a pass at in this gym and you've always been successful. However, Naomie was different from the rest. I'd never picked up a black woman before. Just be cool, I reminded myself.
It wasn't as if we hadn't already met. I knew her name and she knew mine. I'd even seen her naked many times already. I had to prevent myself from staring at her in the shower. Considering the shape of her body and mocha skin, it was hard not to steal a few glances.
Here goes, I thought as I swept my long blonde hair over my shoulder and sat on a stationary cycle next to her. "Hey, Naomie, did you enjoy the yoga class today?"
She turned to me and smiled broadly. "That instructor completely kicked my ass. I hate it, but it was the best workout I've had all week. What'd you think, Joy?"
"Yeah, Rasha doesn't hold anything back." Time to make my move. "Say, my husband's out of town again for the entire week. Would you be interested in getting some drinks after we finish up here?"
The message was subtle, but the underlying meaning would be perfectly obvious, if I'd read Naomie correctly. She never sat chatting with the muscular male gym members. Mostly she came in by herself and talked to the other women in different classes and workout sessions. She gave off a bisexual or perhaps gay vibe. I couldn't be absolutely sure since we seemed so different, but I hoped I wasn't misreading her.
I am bi. I have always been attracted to women sexually, for as long as I can remember. I married Landon three years ago and love him deeply. I completely enjoy sex with him, but the truth be told, I prefer sex with other women. The soft skin, tender puffy lips and feel of a firm breast in my hand is something that excites me beyond measure. I've never been in love with a woman, but I love being with them.
"Mmmm, that sounds intriguing," she replied. Her eyes travelled over my body as if she was considering me as a sex partner for the first time. Perhaps she felt the same excitement of an inaugural bridging of the racial sexual gap, too.
We took our time, but eventually heading to the showers. At first, it seemed awkward to see each other naked as we cleaned up, but after a few minutes, I felt bold enough to allow her to linger on my nude figure.
Landon doesn't know about my desire for women. It's not that he wouldn't have been fine with it, quite the opposite. I'm sure he'd be very supportive and gradually try to wheedle his way into the sack with both of us, that's the part I could never handle. As unfair as it sounds, I am jealous and not willing to share my husband with anyone else.
An hour after we'd left the gym, I sat across a cocktail table from Naomie, sipping a White Russian and looking into her glowing eyes. I wore a short skirt that showed off my taught legs and pair of spike heels that make them look long and sleek. I'd pick the outfit in anticipation of Naomie perusing my best assets. She seemed to be enjoying herself.
Her legs were ever nicer than mine were. I'd always love the look of a slender black woman's legs and more cushioned rear. Naomie could have been a professional model in my opinion. My mind drifted to thoughts of running my hands over those sexy stems.
"What do you do for a living, Joy?"
I laughed. It seemed so mundane. "I work with engineers. I'm a remote services specialist. I deal with customer issues and get the engineers to fix things. Boring, but it pays decently. Do you have an interesting job?"
She sipped her rum & coke through a thin red straw and then licked her pursed lips with the tip of her tongue. She was an executive with a financial corporation. I knew instantly, she was no longer interested in talking over career paths, when her hand landed on my knee. "I'm ready. Do you want to get out of here? We can go to my place. I live a few miles south."
We both giggled with anticipation and stood. She boldly took my hand in hers as we departed the bar. I was sure the dozen or so male patrons very staring at the two hot women of different ethnic backgrounds leaning tightly against each other, but we lived in a tolerant state, where such things weren't considered anyone else's business.
Outside the bar, she asked, "Are you into a little role playing?" as we stood by my car.
"Sure, what do you want me to do?"
