She is a recent regular at the gym I work out at.
I have often revelled in the lovely perfume she exudes when she walks in. Her flawless skin, toned body and distractingly prominent, firm and bouncing breasts have always made it quite a task to avoid noticing her. Particularly because while working out she is always in different coloured, men style body-hugging stretchable sleeveless vests, which are more like appendages to bring more attention to her breasts, that end some two inches above her pierced belly button that has a lovely diamond dangler. And she also shows off the string of green emerald stones that she wears as a waist belt, just for style. The contrast against her startlingly creamy and shiny skin is absolutely riveting.
I initially thought she was in her very early 30s, though nowadays one can hardly tell. She is tall, about 5'10" and when she walks in her heels, she is a sight to behold.
I have struggled to maintain a distance. I have known almost from my first sight of her - or was it from the first breath of her, for I remember her perfume had wafted into my senses before I even saw her - that I was in lust. It was lust at first sight. Which has often made it difficult to hide my arousal and hard-on even while working out a sweat because she seems to always choose the work-station next to me.
Today she is in a scarlet vest. My heart lurches and misses many a beat. I was distracted by her perfume. And her beautifully toned, bare arms. She had a bright red thin string tied as an arm band on her right upper-arm, which only accentuated how perfectly sculpted and toned it was.
Her breasts were ripe, firm and proudly protruding through her sleeveless vest, heaving, as she raised her arms, lifting up the weights, lying on her back, revealing her flawlessly smooth armpits that seemed to be beckoning me.
While feigning nonchalance, and indifference, I would watch her surreptitiously, her toned arms, her breasts heaving under those vests, her brastrap peeking out flirtatiously, and those underarms, oh how I wanted my face buried right there, breathing in her sensuous aroma, kissing the smooth skin, licking it, kissing it...
And then today things just happened so fast that I am still recovering from them.
She dropped her bag accidentally it seemed, right next to where I was working out. And two things fell out with a clang: a pair of steel handcuffs and soft, tying rope.
As I tried to help her gather the bag and the handcuffs and rope, she smiled at me.
I was aware of her aura, her proximity, her skin that seems to be made for kissing and licking. Her fragrance, the spicy perfumes her shampoo...
It was nothing less than heady and intoxicating.
I was aware of my suddenly obscenely bulging shorts.
My manhood reacting to the sight of this goddess, and letting out almost an audible gasp at the sight of those handcuffs and rope, now in my hands.
Her hands touch mine, as I hand those over to her.
She smiles. And comes close enough to whisper.
Her warm, fragrant breath is on my face.
"I know what you are thinking," she whispers.
I look up, uncomprehendingly, questioningly.
"Yes, you are right," she carried on.
"Um?" I am nonplussed at what she might be alluding to.
"Yes, I like to handcuff youngmen and tie them down, all those who so like to look at me, so I can play with them, have fun with them teasing them...before I fuck them..."
She is telling me all this, but why? "But then," she continued, "I may not even want —or have — to use those handcuffs on you."
I am not sure where all this is going, all I am aware of is her perfume, her aroma, her aura, her proximity, her enticingly perfumed cleavage so close to my face, her toned arms, her smoooth underarms distracting me as she raises her arms to push her hair back.
