Shauna feels her car sliding even as she eases up on the accelerator. She curses the weather, her timing, and her stupid sudden urge to get fit. Of all the days she could have picked, she decides to go back to the gym during the worst blizzard in her city's history. Well, it may not be the worst, but it is still pretty brutal, she concedes. Wanting to get an early start, she hits the road to the Rec Center just shy of 6AM. Few cars cross her path, and with the heavy fallen snow, she can barely see the road.
And yet she pushes on. Shauna isn't one to stand down after making a commitment. Ever since she felt that 19 year old cum hit the back of her throat last week, she knew she was hooked. Later that day, she called her friend Sharon and informed her that they were both getting back into fitness. Sharon, her bestie since they were teens, had been super fit before her baby. But once little Penny was born, Sharon took an extended hiatus from the gym. The invitation was all it took. Sharon and Shauna committed to hitting the Rec Center three times a week.
Shauna chose her day off to be their first workout. As she pierces the heavy snowfall in the white wasteland, she wishes that she'd stayed in bed instead. Sharon wanted to work out at the end of the day, after Shauna was done her shift on the counter. But no, Shauna wanted mornings. Early mornings, no less. She was worried that she'd be too tired at the end of the day. Shauna won that argument, but it seems, is losing the war.
She turns into the parking lot, empty stalls buried under a foot of snow. She takes a Staff Only stall, just because she can. As she prepares to dip out into the blizzard, her phone chimes. It's a text from Sharon. "Babe, car won't start. Fuck this snow. Can't do it today. Lunch on me next time."
Fuck. She scolds herself. She should have seen this coming. Sharon isn't reliable at the best of times.
She eyes the door, blurry in the distance. She looks at the steering wheel. It's so tempting, she thinks. Then sighs.
I'm already here. Might as well get it done.
The halls are eerily quiet. Though she'd been working at the Recreational Center for a few years, she rarely arrived that early. With the storm pounding outside, the place looks more deserted. It gives her the creeps, but it also provides some relief. She is already feeling a little self-conscious about being back in the gym, but the storm means fewer witnesses.
She's correct. Her arrival in the workout area is observed by few. A quick scan of the room reveals less than a handful of people.
Perfect.
The first half hour is a blur. She moves from machine to machine, working up a sweat. Shauna feels better than ever. She is elated that she kept her commitment to herself. She feels powerful and ...
An attractive middle aged man shifts into her field of view. He is staring at her. That alone isn't strange. She's the only woman in the gym. No, it is how he is staring. He does nothing to hide his naked lust. He smiles ravenously, suggesting that he has access to hidden secrets, and a promise of unspoken pleasures.
Shauna wipes aside the sweat streaming down her face. Her hair is a mess and her gym clothes are not of the 'sexy variety'. Yet, her newfound courage rises to the occasion. She meets his stare with a smoky look of her own. His eyebrows rise slightly, surprised by her brazenness. He is caught off guard, but quickly recovers and widens his smile. He slowly and quite obviously runs his tongue along his lips. Twice.
Shauna swallows. She doesn't know how this game is played. He's extremely handsome and in great shape. Based upon the gray hair and lines marking his face, she puts him at a few years older than herself. She had noticed him before, of course, when she worked the counter. He was always polite, but never this forward. She turns away, suddenly feeling out of her depth. She moves to the next machine and decides to ignore him.
"Good morning, quite a storm, huh?" The voice makes her jump.
He's standing at the machine next to her. There's no one around. He's talking to her.
"Oh! Yes! I mean, good morning to you too."
"Pretty dedicated to get her on a day like this," he says.
"I made a commitment so I have to follow through." She likes his voice, but is a little put off by his presumption. He thinks he can roll up on her and start chatting her up? Something inside tweaks and Shauna realizes how tired she is responding to men. It was high time she took back control. The gym was the first step. But there were many other steps ahead.
Starting with this one. A plot hatches in her mind that makes her heartbeat flutter. It is bold, but she's all about smashing barriers.
