I was 40 and freshly divorced after a 20 year marriage. Do the math, I was married one month after I turned 20, so other than a few flings in high school, my ex-wife was the only person I had any kind of sexual history with.
Shy by nature, after the divorce I rented a small apartment in my Southeast Georgia town. I spent most time either at work or at the pool in my apartment complex. I worked long hours on weekends so going out on a Friday or Saturday night was out of the question due to the 16 hour days I put in Friday through Sunday.
Lack of freedom on weekend nights, being off of work when most people were working and a shy personality created for me a rather lonely world as far as dating or even meeting women was concerned. The bars in town were full of college kids so that was not an option either. I was not interested in discovering a co-ed with daddy issues.
I decided to join the local gym. Not only was I on the "divorce diet", but also, having just turned 40, I had lots of motivation to get in better shape and I had plenty of free time during my off days.
Those of you in your 40's know that regardless of the shape you are in, at that age, your body can't do the things it did when you were in your 20's. After several weeks in the gym, I became well aware of this. While I was getting stronger and looking better, my muscles and joints and tendons were screaming at me every day.
Looking for a holistic solution, I decided to take the yoga class that was offered at the gym. My first class was very humbling. There were 20 women of various ages, shapes and sizes and then there was me, the one guy. I am persistent if I am anything so I kept going to the classes. It was Winter and there wasn't much else to do since I was paying alimony through the teeth so I soon found myself pretty much living at the gym.
During class, the yoga instructor took us through the variety of stretches and poses, I found myself sweating profusely, this was a different kind of workout than I had ever had. The class was great, even if I was a bit embarrassed as I was sweating like I was in a sauna, the women around me hardly perspired at all. While the scenery I had in the class was spectacular, I was still hesitant to approach any of the women. Most were classic Southern bells, very pretty, very married, pretentious and most, while they looked good, seemed to be about as interesting as watching grass grow.
I have to admit I really fell in love with yoga. After a few months I was going to four classes a week. The fact I had not worked out like that before shocked my body and, coupled with the weight-lifting I continued to do, my physique began taking shape nicely.
As I became a regular I also started to get to know a few of my "class-mates". At first I was shunned, I think most of the ladies steered clear of me as they thought I was there to pick up women. While that thought had crossed my mind at first, the rigorousness of the class changed that perspective quickly. As I became a consistent student and made it evident that I was taking the class seriously, I was slowly accepted into the group of regulars. I was almost one of the girls.
The regulars were a bunch of thirty and forty-something gorgeous women. Most were married with kids in school and husbands at work. The classes were during the week in the mornings and afternoons which was the only time these ladies could go since at night they were home, cooking dinner. They were at the ball park on weekends watching their kids play soccer, football or baseball or cheer leading depending upon the season.
These women were in fantastic shape and as Spring broke into summer, I didn't know what I liked more about the yoga class, the workout I got or the views provided by watching 20 women in progressively skimpier clothes stretching, bending and contorting their bodies into a variety of positions. Only the pain and exertion of the class kept me from constantly having a tentpole in my shorts while I stretched and struck poses.
One particular woman was the source of most of my tension. She was a mom of three with a body that didn't show at all that she had kids. Flat, tight abs and a nice, curvy, athletic body. She had a lovely chest, long muscled legs and a beautiful smile. Her name was Lynn.
I noticed her during the first class. While a lot of the moms in the class acted as if they were still in high school, there was weekly drama between them, Lynn rose above it and seemed to be the one the other ladies sought for advice and friendship.
I always watched from a distance. I am a people watcher by nature and there was plenty of entertainment to see at the gym. Some of the gals would show up after clearly spending their mornings applying make-up and picking out the most complimentary and revealing outfits. While I appreciated the eye-candy, all they really were, were cock-teasers. During the class they would frequently go to the water fountain which just happened to be where the studs were lifting weights. They would ceremoniously bend over the water fountain, take a long drink and strut slowly back to the class, ensuring the men had a nice view of their bodies. Look, but don't touch.
Lynn wasn't like that. She wore long shorts and a t-shirt over a sports bra. No make-up, she didn't need any. The glimpses I would get of her body were only when a particular pose would make her shirt fall away from her stomach, revealing a smooth, tight stomach that I fantasized about biting and touching.
She didn't pay any attention to me at all for a month. After it was obvious I was a regular though, we went from just smiling at each other, her smile was awesome by the way, lovely white teeth and dimples on her cheeks and green eyes that didn't miss much, to learning each other's names and chit chatting on days we were there prior to class starting.
As I got to know her I learned of her three kids and her marriage. She was married right out of high school with a husband that worked a lot and she was studying at the local community college to be a nurse. Unlike the "Southern Bells" she hung out with, Lynn was from Chicago and carried herself with a nice mix of confidence and humility.
Soon the highlight of every day for me was showing up early for yoga and sitting outside the classroom with her and talking. It was hard for me to believe, but it seemed that she was enjoying my company as well.
I was shy, I knew I was looking better, but I didn't pick up on signals from women and she was married, so I just assumed she was helping me be comfortable when we started doing yoga side by side during every class. I enjoyed making her laugh when the various poses caused me to contort in a way I was not designed to contort.
This became challenging for me. She always smelled fresh and clean. She also worked hard in class and, like me, always broke out in a sweat within minutes of the class starting. Quickly I found myself stealing glances at her. It was hard to do this without getting caught as the yoga room had full mirrors on all the walls. By Summer's end, we were friends and during our yoga classes, we would make eye contact in the mirror throughout the class. Each time our eyes met and she smiled my heart melted a little.
Her wardrobe began to change. As we got closer, she began wearing more yoga pants and tank tops with her sports bras. I soaked her in every chance I got. I knew every part of her body, every freckle, every crease in her skin. I spent a Summer becoming more and more infatuated with her.
As school began at the end of August, she spent more time at the gym and seemed to show up to do her cardio when I was lifting weights. We did this about an hour before the class which meant that four days a week we were spending two hours a day together. I still thought we could only ever be friends, there were some minor flirtations but I never thought I was in her league. Then came the day she asked me to join her in the sauna.
It was a Thursday. I worked Friday through Sunday so Thursdays we always said goodbye after yoga and reminded each other we would meet again on Monday. At the end of the yoga class, she asked me if I'd join her in the dry sauna. Of course I said yes.
The sauna was small, about ten feet square. We were in there alone and sat on opposite sides. I stared at her and watched the sweat roll down her neck and forehead. Some of her sandy blonde hair was matted to her neck, I thought it was the sexiest thing I had ever seen.
Lynn took off her tank top and for the first time I had an unobstructed view of her navel. I'm a belly button guy and hers was delectable. She had a small loop piercing in it, I would've given my left nut to lick and bite her stomach right there.
She had a lime green sports bra on and I could see her nipples poking in the material. Her boobs we're not overly huge, they were perfect. Just enough to have cleavage when she chose and small enough that she could conceal them when she wanted to be more conservative.
I realized I was totally eye-fucking her and knew I was busted when I met her eyes. She was smiling, much to my relief.
"Ken, it's okay to look, just don't touch, yet."
I laughed nervously. "Yeah, I'm busted." Then I thought, what the hell and pushed on. "Your husband is a lucky man. You know you're gorgeous, but you also have a good head on your shoulders. You're much better put together than those others." Referring to the other ladies in our class.
Her face clouded over a bit. "Thanks, I needed to hear that. I'm not as well put together as it may seem. I'm so busy and have no time and no place to study."
"What about your place?* I asked as I tried hard not to get lost in her eyes.
