It was one of those days when there just wasn't anything to do. I had tried the TV, the radio, and had looked through my CD and tape collection. Absolutely nothing appealed to me. I had even considered putting one of my porno tapes in the VCR and jacking off to Ginger Lynn, Nina Hartley, or Annet Haven. Even this really wasn't what I wanted.
Almost in desperation I went to the "health club" where I'd been conned into buying a years membership. The gal that coned me worked there. I had screwed her several times and figured I might get another night from her. The club offered all the standard exercise machines with the standard locker and shower rooms.
After changing into the socially acceptable costume (lycra shorts, mid thigh with tank tops for men, and sport bra for women). I chose one of the treadmill exercisers for my workout. That would give me enough time to find out if Elen was working this shift. About the half mile point a really good looking older woman started using the next machine over. She set her treadmill for three miles at fast walk.
She was also wearing lycra. It was obvious that there was nothing but her under it.. Mine were not exactly loose, but hers must have been uncomfortable the way it pulled into her vulva. Most of the women wore their leotards snug enough to show panty lines but these would have shown a tampon string. It was like a thin coat of paint. I was not wearing a jockstrap under my uniform, so my cock was obvious as it began to gain interest. Since my attention was no longer on my exercises I stumbled and had to recover my position on the treadmill several times before finishing my two miles. I then moved to an upper body' machine that would allow me to continue watching the way her ass squirmed it almost asked to be fondled.
As soon as she finished her three miles she came over and apologized. "I'm not a member but my daughter works here and asked me to try it out. This is her body-stocking and I know how I look in it. My name is JoAnn McEntire, my daughter Elene supervises one of the aerobics classes."
While she had been talking, JoAnn had been looking at my crotch. I glanced that way and saw what she had been looking at. A wet spot where the pre-cum lubricant had been leaking from my cock.
"I apologize as well. Normally I don't cream my jeans watching a good looking woman" I then stood. "My name is Jim O'connal." "Thanks for the compliment." JoAnn laughed as she toweled perspiration from her arms and neck."
"Just as an apology. I would like to buy you supper at the restaurant of your choice after we shower and change. No strings."
"OK. I'll meet you at the registration desk in about fifteen minuets."
I was more than a bit horny, and didn't want any more lumps in my pants, or wet spots to advertise it. Since there was no one else in the mens locker-room, I jacked-off while showering.
True to her promised timing JoAnn walked up to the registration desk right on the fifteen minute tic. "If you really meant your invitation I'm ready."
"I never invite good looking women out unless I mean it. Where do you want to go."
"Do you like Thai food?"
"Not when they are trying to impress the tourists. I do like it when the cook does it as if he were going to eat it himself."
"The place I had in mind has a woman chef. " Then with a laugh, " She does eat her own cooking."
"Fine by me."
"It's only a couple blocks from here." Then teasingly,"I would walk if I were alone." Then showing a bit of a smile; "That short walk inside didn't tire you did it?"
"Show the way woman!"
JoAnn started off at a moderately fast walk and I had to hustle to catch up. True to her word we only went two blocks before she entered an inconspicuous little restaurant with only ten tables and no booths. The place was spotless as a hospital operating room, and much better decorated. The receptionist/waiter was a small 5'2" man of indeterminant age who scurried up to JoAnn with the honest greetings of a friend, his smile almost as wide as his face. JoAnn introduced him as "just Nick. You couldn't pronounce his family name anyway."
As he seated us near the kitchen door he asked JoAnn "Your usual?" Then looking at me "You like bland, hot, or our way?"
"What ever the lady is having." I answered.
JoAnn stated the order,"We'll have the Stuffed Wings, Spicy chicken with silver noodle soup, and the Ginger shrimp." Then with a questioning look at me, "Tea?"
I answered. "Hot, a full pot, oolong."
"Good choice."
"That thai iced tea is far too sweet for me. The iced coffee is ok but with food I prefer hot tea."
"I do too." She agreed. "Some people make a show of having the latest fad or of 'BEING WITH IT'. Life is much too short for that kind of posturing." Then with an amused smile."I don't like wasting time in needless fancy preliminaries either." She then looked me in the eyes and asked,"Are you going to proposition me after we finish eating? "
After closing my mouth, I answered; "Why not right now since you don't like wasting time." Then trying to smile seductively. " Yes I have been wondering if I could get lucky and convince you to follow me home. I do want to eat first since I think I am going to need all my endurance." I laughingly answered.
"You sure will."She laughed just as Nick delivered the appetizers.
I thoroughly enjoyed the meal which had just enough spicing to bring out a fine sheen of perspiration without being too hot to taste the flavor of the food. The occasional thought of how JoAnn was going to taste added just a bit of interest. While walking back to the Health Club parking lot we determined that my apartment was closer. Probably also more suitable having a separate bedroom. Hers was an efficiency with a fold down 'Murphy' bed. JoAnn asked if there was enough parking at my place, or if she should leave her car and have me bring her back.
"You better follow me so that you will have your car if you decide to walk out. There is ample visitor parking."
"OK. Don't drive too fast, and signal your turns. I'll follow."
Her Escort wagon was parked almost next to my Mustang so She had no problem following me. As I led the way to my apartment I began wondering how I should proceed with the 'seduction'. It was already understood that we would be having some kind of sexual interaction. JoAnn was more than blunt about intentions but what did she expect as foreplay? It wasn't till we were walking through the door that I decided to just show the apartment, and let nature take it's course.
"I try to keep the place reasonably organized and have a cleaning service in once a week." Then gently leading."This is the living area and that door leads to the kitchenette/dinette, over there is the bath." Then twirling an imaginary moustache,"And that is the bedroom."
