When she walked into the gym it had been almost impossible not track her movements, not to shift my attention to her. She hadn't been interested in the treadmills, the yoga classes, and much to their chagrin, she breezed past the muscle heads trying to bench press their cars weight. She headed straight for my little corner of the gym and walked up to me, sleek, fit, determination in her eyes, dark brunette hair that I'm weak for, legs that I was already picturing wrapped around my head.
"I'm here for the self-defense class. Are you the instructor?" Her voice was a velvet caress, and she held one of my fliers in her left hand, where a gold wedding band glittered. On a scale of 1 to 10 she was already a 9, now she was a 19.
"That's me," I responded, trying not to let the hunter in me show in my smile. "I'm about to start. It's an Army style class so I'm not going to be nice, but if you're up for a little rough treatment in order to learn, I can help."
Her full lips quirked up in a smile. "I... dated... a couple wrestlers in college, I don't mind a little bit of rough."
At that point I realized April, who's name I learned shortly thereafter, was going to make focusing on teaching hard, just like she made me.
Two months in and April had stuck with the class, that impressed me, most people, men and women, drop out two weeks after they realize it takes practice, sweat, and some bruises to learn anything. She wasn't especially talented, but she had determination, and I had heaped praise and encouragement on her every day she showed up. April even eagerly exchanged phone numbers with me when I told her that sometimes missions kept me from being able to teach and I didn't want her to waste the time going to the gym when I wasn't going to be there.
It would have almost felt wrong, abusing her trust, if I hadn't caught the bite of the corner of her lip, the way her eyes lit up, the short intake of breath... signs she wanted my number as much as I wanted hers. I ramped up the flirting, spending extra time during grappling techniques with April, it didn't do her skills any favors, and more than once after class I had to conceal how hard she made me, but I was addicted to this married beauty. Then she dropped a simple line after class.
"My husband is going to be in conferences a lot this summer, I wanted him to feel okay with me being alone." My shorts were supposed to be loose, but as she paused in front of me with eyes any porn star would be jealous of, sweat gluing her top to pert, luscious breasts, and that damn lip bite and I was hard as steel.
"Oh really?" I asked, trying to keep the eagerness out of my voice. "When's he headed out first?"
"This weekend," April nearly purred in the now empty room. "He might feel better if he knew a soldier was stopping by to make sure his poor wife was taken care of."
I tried to answer, but she glided past, trailing her fingertips over the front of my shorts, lightly stroking my cock as she slid towards the changing room. Thought vanished and was replaced by hunger.
The rest of the week felt a torture session, time dragging out like a blade on skin. Then, Saturday morning and as I was getting ready for a run, I got a text.
"Husband just left, can you come over and make sure I'm safe?"
I damn near ran to her house.
I did my best to keep cool, parked a block away, strolled up casual as could be, but then she opened the door in a low cut tank top and skirt that looked as though she had been poured into it. I guess my appreciation for April's lithe, sexy body was written on my face as she stepped back with a giggle and twirled for me.
"Like it? I had it in college and it still fits... mostly." The twirl showed thong cut white panties, their color far more innocent than the beauty wearing them. A fact made all the more clear when she pulled me by my hand towards her fucking bedroom.
"Wore it when I wanted to have fun,." April purred, glancing over her shoulder at me, her gorgeous eyes positively smouldering. "Like the first night I fucked the first guy I wasn't in a relationship with...."
I pulled her back to face me, wrapping my arms around her and leaning in close to growl in her ear.
"First guy huh? Not the last..." I felt her breath catch, her nipples hard against my chest, even through the fabric of my shirt and her skimpy dress. Then we were kissing, not like lovers but hungry, almost ferocious claiming her mouth, her lips and tongue. I pulled away just long enough to nearly rip my shirt off and April's eyes got big, her lips parted and panting in lust. I smirked and stepped around her, stripping as I headed for the bed she shared with her husband.
When I was down to my briefs I laid down on her bed and relaxed, couldn't help but smirk as she slid her tiny dress off and she glided her hands over her body, teasing herself as she approached.
April crawled across the bed wiggling her thong with a shake of that gorgeous body that had been teasing me for months now. But despite how fucking sexy she was, I caught her eyes glance over to a dresser to the side, barely noticeable but there. Then this beautiful married temptress was stroking and nuzzling me through my boxers, and I was groaning in appreciation. Her silky hands slid under my briefs, lightly caressing my balls, a smile lighting up her face as I swore slowly with how good she teased me.
I thought I caught another glance of her eyes in the same direction, but she pulled my underwear down half-purring, half-gasping in delight as my cock sprang free, hard and throbbing in time with my pulse as I felt her breath brush me. April wasted no time in tilting my cock up to her mouth and lovingly starting to suck me. She moaned in pleasure, I could see her nipples tight and hard, could smell her desire and I let a long, slow "Fuuuuuuck'' as April's married tongue circled my tip before she went down further, until she was gagging and gasping as she fucked her mouth with my cock.
I didn't want to, but I had to stop her if I was going to feel the rest of that heavenly body. Pulling April away I cupped her face and kissed her deep. She straddled me and I instantly pulled her toned ass down so I was grinding against her silky thong. April let a gasp of delight that sent a shock of lust through me as we teased each other. Arching her back I watched her let out a long coo of pleasure, and caught it a third time, a quick glance towards the dresser.
This time I tracked it, still grinding against her. A tiny red LED was the giveaway, the gloss of a camera lens almost concealed under some loose clothes. I pulled her down, still nearly fucking her, my lips on her ear.
