*** I'd like to thank Jill for her contributions to this story!***
The alarm clock emitted its shrill electronic squawk, rudely pulling Eric Baxter from his pleasant slumber. Groaning, he rolled over, shot an arm out and slid the alarm button to off, relieved by the silence that once again engulfed the bedroom.
Getting up, putting on his glasses, he looked back down at the bed. The bright morning summer sun pierced through the curtained window illuminating his lovely wife to his gaze. Her shoulder length blond hair lay about her head like a halo. His angel. The most beautiful woman he'd ever known, and she'd married him. The thought still amazed him.
Niki had been his first love, his true love, and his college sweetheart. She was the woman he'd lost his virginity to. How a guy like him had ever attracted a former beauty queen and model was beyond his comprehension. Not that he was complaining.
Before he'd met Niki, he knew that something had been missing in his life. He felt that all of the details were there, he was a rich kid after all, but the color was not there. He'd felt like a black and white photograph, only when he'd met Niki did a little bit of color start to bleed into his life.
They'd dated throughout college. He still remembered the night he'd professed his love for her. He'd felt something blossoming within him, as he looked at this beautiful woman sitting with him. And when she returned the profession he became overjoyed. After all this time, a woman really cared for him.
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Niki lay in bed, still more than half asleep, listening to Eric as he moved around. She heard the bathroom door close and then the shower start. She thought that she might be able to get another ten minutes of sleep before Eric finished his shower.
She lay there but just couldn't quite cross back over into sleep. Soon she heard the shower stop and then Eric was back in the bedroom, roughly drying his just washed red hair.
Sitting on the edge of the bed he reached out and gently patted Niki's left calf. "You getting up?"
"Mmm. Yeah," she said, opening her large, warm blue eyes.
Niki Baxter crawled sleepily out of bed. She yawned, inhaled, exhaled, pushed herself off the bed and headed for the bathroom, pulling off her cotton pajama top as she went, her large round tits bouncing, her peach colored nipples erect.
At the bathroom door she stopped and turned – posing her breasts perfectly in profile – and said, "Don't forget, I have that appointment at the fitness center today with that personal trainer."
Eric watched his wife, drinking in her beauty. "Okay. I'll be busy with the Corwin trial today, we have jury selection."
Eric Baxter was five inches short of being six foot tall with a willowy build, unruly red hair, and green eyes filled with worry. He wore narrow, gold-rimmed glasses that gave him a scholarly look, and dressed in conservative grey, blue or black suits. He was a typical product of money: conservative, mild, and polite.
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Niki Baxter had a decent body, she thought – not quite Hollywood quality, but decent. Maybe after a couple of months at this fitness center, and if she dropped a few pounds...maybe. She looked at herself in the full-length mirror mounted on the back of the bathroom door...is my ass fat?
While Niki showered Eric went downstairs put together a small breakfast, fresh fruit, whole-wheat toast, and juice.
Niki came down from her shower wearing a teal colored robe, a white towel wrapped around her head. The couple sat and ate breakfast together, talked a little and then Eric left for work.
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The day was brilliant and warm with a light wind out of the southwest, just enough of a breeze to ruffle the stars' n' stripes on the neighbors flag pole. Puffy fair-weather clouds tooling across a pale blue sky, dew sparkling on the lawns.
Niki arrived at the fitness center at ten that morning. It was a really nice place, serving an upscale clientele. It was tucked into a recently renovated downtown section of 1900-era red brick two and three story buildings located in the cities entertainment and social district.
She pushed through the outer door stepping into a ceramic tiled lobby. An attractive receptionist behind an expensive cherry counter looked up and flashed a brilliant smile at her.
"May I help you?"
"Yes. My name is Niki Baxter. I have an appointment with Jake Smith."
The girl looked into a flat computer screen, clicked the mouse a couple of times, and said, "Okay. Will you follow me please? I'll lead you back to Mr. Smith's office."
Niki fell behind the girl and they walked around a curving wall partition and the work out area opened up to them. Niki followed the receptionist past all of the machines to a wide set of stairs and followed her up those also. They stopped in front of the first door in a hallway leading from the balcony at the top.
The girl knocked, "Jake? Niki Baxter is here."
Jake looked up from yellow legal pad he'd been writing on. Upon seeing Niki his mouth didn't drop open, but he felt as if it had. She was the kind of cheerleader-looking woman who could make you breathe a little harder; and she did.
"Thanks Julie," he said, standing, straightening out his tall, muscular frame. "Please, come in and sit down."
He did a quick assessment of Niki. She was a little top-heavy Jake thought, but there was nothing wrong with that, she had a beautiful face and blue eyes that seemed to promise a good time. He could smell her, her perfume; it was a subtle scent, something wild and light. She held his eyes for an extra second and he thought, Hmmm. A shot of testosterone ran through his bloodstream.
Niki took a seat and felt her heart flutter. This guy was incredibly good looking, his t-shirt rippling with muscles. Jake Smith was a tall, tough, well built man, dark complected, blue eyed, and deeply tanned from the summer sun. He had a couple of white scars distributed around the tan; they gave him a sexy roughness, souvenirs of a rambunctious life.
"When you called the other day you said you wanted to get into shape so you could get back into modeling. How long has it been, what kind of modeling did you do?" He asked as he ran his fingers through his close cropped, dark hair.
"It's been about three years since I've worked. I started off with beauty pageants, and then worked before and during college on some fashion spreads. I was always a little too heavy up top to break into runway fashion though."
"A former model and beauty queen." His friendly steel blue eyes twinkled. "So basically we'll want to tone you up. Tighten some things," he said, flashing a smile at her that caused her heart to skip.
Flushing a little she said, "Uh, yeah. I'd like to lose a few pounds also."
"We can do that, though I don't see where you need to lose them. I've set up an appointment with our nutritionist for this afternoon. Let's take a walk down to the fitness room and we'll talk about workout plans and goals." He stood up and she followed him.
They walked around, Niki checking out his physique, his tight butt in the dark gray athletic pants he wore and the heavy, broad shoulders and rippling chest under his thick black t-shirt. She thought that she shouldn't be doing this, she was married, but she couldn't help herself. He was pure eye candy.
Jake tried her on different machines, explaining the exercises and how he felt they'd benefit her, what areas the exercise would target.
At one point he was appraising her ass when she turned and caught him. He knew he'd been caught and wasn't the least abashed by it.
"How'd you wind up owning this place?" She asked him. She had a really nice smile, Jake thought, soft and sadly sexy. It made you want to protect her, to take her someplace safe...like a bed.
"I studied business in college and was always an athlete. I played pro ball for a couple of years and after that was over I was trying to figure out what I was going to do with my life. I thought to myself, I know about staying in shape and how to run a business, so I thought there'd be an opportunity there, but I wanted to do it right so I did some research and decided to open a fitness center that catered to people with money," he laughed, a nice, friendly laugh.
At eleven thirty Jake said, "That should be good for today. There's still an hour before your appointment with the nutritionist. I always break for lunch at this time, there's a great little deli down the street I always walk to. You're more than welcome to join me."
She hesitated for a fraction of a second and thought, I am hungry and its just lunch. "I'd like that, if you're sure you don't mind?"
"No, not at all. It'll gives us a chance to talk some more," he said, smiling at her again.
His smile did something to her. It made her stomach tingle.
"We'll set up your schedule on the way out."
They set up a schedule for Niki and walked down to the deli. She tried watching him out of the corner of her eye, not wanting to be obvious, impressed with the easy way he moved, the efficiency of his motion, the bulging muscles of his arms.
At the deli they stood in line, waiting to place their orders. With his height advantage he had a great view of her deep, inviting cleavage, swelling from the top of her low cut, tight little workout shirt.
He ordered a roast beef sandwich on honey rye, no mayonnaise and a small chicken breast salad, no dressing, and a bottle of water. "Your turn," he said.
"Just a second," Niki said. She was looking at a small blue spiral notebook that she had taken from her purse. She did a series of calculations, her lips moving. She was very serious, noting the calories, hoping to impress Jake with her dedication.
Jake found it amusing, trying very hard not to laugh.
"You're trying not to laugh," she said, looking up suddenly, catching him at it. She was wearing a gold cross on a delicate little golden chain around her neck and when she tipped her head the cross slid from the center point of the her cleavage to the top swell of her left breast, stroking her tanned skin with a butterfly's touch.
"And succeeding," he said, trying to grin but his breathing had gone wrong; the little golden cross was hypnotic, like something straight out of a magicians show.
