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Carol sat astride his lap, reverse cow girl style, panting. Peter, still buried in her. Orgasms over, still thriving in the ecstasy of their lust. Peter relishing the feeling of his cock, deep inside her. His hands groping her firm but pliable breasts, pinching her nipples hard, making hear her moan and gasp. The first time he actually had her completely naked.
"I've never had... such a good fucking in my life," she observed, gasping with wonder. Her voice was deeper after they coupled. Peter revelled in her being sexually and mentally sated.
This was their third sex session at the office. A Monday mid afternoon. Peter had spanked her harder this time. She was developing into a living fantasy for him. He was careful not to push her too far. Build her up little by little, though she never told him to stop, her arousal always evident after her punishment.
He had felt a certain loneliness without Carol for the first time over the weekend, even though his wife, Pam, had dutifully drained his balls on Saturday night. He was getting curious about her though, so he asked, "What's your life really like at home, Carol? You can tell me it's none of my business."
"It's okay. I understand why you're curious." She leaned back, turned her head and kissed him, deeply, longingly. "Manfred and I have been married for 24 years, so we don't do it as often as we used to. We make love nearly every Saturday night. It's been that way for about 10 years. I don't even orgasm anymore and he doesn't even notice. It's like he's ticking a box. Been there, done that!"
It amazed Peter to think she'd been married almost as long as he had been alive. He smiled, inwardly.
"I meant no disrespect." His hands now squeezing her sore reddened arse, her talented pussy muscles squeezed his still-hard cock.
"None taken," she moaned, but happily. "Doesn't that thing ever get soft?"
"Not with you squeezing me," he told her. "Damn that feels good."
"You've got your assessment at the gym tonight" she reminded him "You'll enjoy being put through your paces by Zoe." Carol squeezed her pussy muscles again for effect.
"You'd better stop coaxing me on then" Peter sighed and then smacked her right arse cheek for affect, making her flinch. "We'd better get ourselves together."
Carol raised herself off him. Her pussy felt hollow without his cock buried in it. She turned, bent over, lowered her mouth down onto his cock. Sucking him slowly. Not to arouse, just to clean him.
Work kept them busy the rest of the afternoon.
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Peter arrived at the Spa Gym. It was attached to the local Country Manor Hotel. Spa members have a separate car park around the side of the facilities. The drive from the main road, winding, through an oak tree lined park. It was a very secluded hotel with many acres of its own.
Peter parked his car next to a shiny new silver Bentley Continental. His Mercedes, not too out of place next to it. Gathering his sports bag, from the seat beside him, he walked toward the reception, birdsong was the only sound he could hear.
Walking into the large brick building, automatic doors parting when they sensed him, his nose filled with the scent of chlorine from the pool, scented oils from the massage area and the unmistakeable mixture of various female cosmetics as he passed by the ladies changing room door!
"Welcome to 'The Orangery' " a smiling, suited young brunette said from behind the high wooden reception desk.
"Thank you, Helen" he smiled, after looking at her name badge, he continued "I'm here for a 6.00pm assessment with Zoe"
Taking his offered letter, Helen typed on the PC in front of her. Having to stoop slightly, it affording Peter a view of her very tanned cleavage. The edgings of a white lace bra just visible as her creamy white blouse gapped slightly. She was a similar breast size to Carol, Peter thought to himself. Although wearing glasses, he thought she had a sexy librarian look about her. Smart, well turned out in her work clothes.
Still looking down she says "Ah yes, the full works assessment tonight I see" she smiled "I also have your corporate membership card here too." she opened a draw under the PC, starts flicking through a line of envelopes.
Peter felt a tap on his shoulder. Turning, his eyes met Madeline's.
"Hello stranger" she smiled "Fancy meeting you here. This is my first evening session. I just joined a new yoga class." she said, her eyes lingered on his. "My old morning yoga class was a bit basic, feel I need something a bit more advanced."
"We all need to improve ourselves," Peter agreed. He couldn't get over how good this 40 something lady looked in her pink sports bra and yoga pants that clung to her like a second skin. Her arms and long legs were sleekly toned. Only just a slight bulge around her abs. Most 20-year-old women would kill for that body. "I have to say, Madeline, you look amazing."
"Thanks," she replied and blushed. "I better get to my class but you're welcome to join me for a relaxing mud treatment later if you like?"
Peter looked confused. "What time does he finish Helen?" Madeline asked the smiling receptionist.
"Oh, 6.55 if all goes according to plan" Helen replied.
"Good, I've got the 7.15 slot if you are up to it Peter, can you slot him in Helen?" she smiled.
"I'm sure I can make him fit in for you" the giggling Helen said typing away. Her breasts jiggling enticingly as she carried out Madeline's request.
Madeline walked away waving, but looked back and caught Peter staring at her arse. She gave it an extra wiggle and laughed. He couldn't believe he didn't have a say in what just happened but smiled to himself.
Peter had changed into his new sports gear. It was his first time ever at a gym. Being part of his benefits package, working at Spencers, he felt he needed to take it on. The sales lady in the sports shop had given him some good pointers as to what he needed. His wife and kids pitched in with a few tips too, making the whole shopping experience worthwhile. So here he was heading to the gym area, dressed in stretchy Lycra, lightweight training shoes, short socks that didn't come over the shoes and a loose fitting vest. It felt different to him, but not too dissimilar to the other men in the changing room. The all seemed happy enough as they disappeared to go and workout.
Inside the 'fitness area', as the sign indicated, it was laid out exactly as he feared it would be. A big central raised area adorned with various machines of torture, screens above showing various TV and music channels. Attractive, hyper-energetic people in Lycra-spandex combinations barking commands to unwilling clients. Clear glass windows showing row upon row of weight machines and free-weights. People in various stages of shape and sweat trudging through predetermine routines to work the abs, blast the quads or sculpt the buttocks. Like an automated robot Peter headed to his fate.
Zoe was sitting in a small office just where Helen had told him. As he entered she stood and shook his hand. She was tall and lean. Very lean. She had a pony tail of jet black hair. Her green eyes sparkled above a little button nose. Her small mouth smiled warmly. Her body was so lean that she had very little in the way of breasts that he could make out. The form fitting orange and black Lycra outfit she wore didn't seem to be that tight either.
"You must be Peter" she said brightly.
"Yes that's me." Peter said not letting go of her hand.
"That's a nice firm handshake Peter, but you can let go now please," she smiled.
Peter let go quickly, like her hand was on fire suddenly.
Zoe composed herself, took time to explain how they performed an assessment such as this, it demonstrated the value of the services that the Orangery offered and the ability to influence people to invest in the training process.
"First, let me say our assessment tool isn't sexy," she started, then continued "it doesn't require any of the fancy equipment and doesn't generate snazzy reports. However, it does provide us with an opportunity to observe the client's body when it's stationary and moving, and it allows us to begin to draw general conclusions. We do our assessment in three parts. It takes about 10 minutes each part and includes a postural assessment, a movement analysis and a flexibility assessment."
Peter was enthralled by her enthusiasm but wary of what lie ahead.
"Ready?" she asked.
"Probably not. But let's get this torture over with." Peter said with mock enthusiasm.
Zoe tilted her head back and laughed, a full healthy laugh. Was there anything about this woman that didn't scream 'in shape'?
"That's the spirit." she chuckled and led Peter to a small room just a few steps away.
Peter felt something stir in him when Zoe bent over and dragged a large blue mat into the centre of the small studio , but it wasn't his spirit. The stirring was in his loins, started the moment she bent over and took hold of the mat, her shorts pulled tight across her arse and her legs flexed as she manoeuvred the awkward mat into position. Her movements were effortless and sinuous. The orange/ black tank top fit snugly to her minor curves. He now realised her breasts suited her body perfectly, perky, pert and obviously firm. She oozed her profession as a personal trainer, he hazarded a fairly safe guess that she wore some sort of a sports bra to flatten her boobs.
He blushed inwardly when he realized he was sucking in his gut when Zoe turned to face him.
"On your back." she commanded.
'Right words, wrong context' he thought as he sprawled on the mat.
The next 30 minutes passed in a blur of red-hued pain and strain. Zoe mercilessly abused him through his first personal assessment session. His smart-assed stream of commentary ended after the first 2 minutes. He surprised himself by lasting that long.
