Though Lisa was in pretty good shape -- especially for a suburban mom in her forties -- she joined a health club near her home a few months after she and Larry had moved downstate with their ten year-old son, Carter. They'd moved so Larry could accept a promotion, and it had taken Lisa a few months to find a new job in her own field: even though she'd thrown herself into helping Carter settle into his new school and neighborhood, in the time she was unemployed she felt herself getting a little lazy. She decided that joining the health club would be a good way to work off a few pounds.
After only a month or two she was really well toned: her legs were again strong and youthful, with a sexy crease running along the inside of her thigh -- and her flat belly accentuated her modest but still-firm breasts. She was naturally pretty, too, though fourteen years of marriage had caused her to forget just how pretty she was.
To be honest, she'd begun to find sex with Larry boring in the past few months...since they'd moved, in fact. Maybe it was a lingering feeling of resentment -- having to move just so he could climb the corporate ladder? She didn't know, really. She just sensed some vague dissatisfaction.
But if her marriage gave her the blahs, she buried the feeling by concentrating instead on her workouts at the gym: there, she felt, she was always alive! Seeing all of those hardbodies -- people pushing themselves to look as good as they could -- she found herself repeatedly and continuously enthralled by a single-minded attention she could focus on her own body.
She found herself especially excited when it came to the tennis lessons she was taking: she'd developed a crush on the instructor, Rene, at the very first lesson. He was handsome and muscular; his skin tan and smooth. She found his slight accent especially charming, and he was gently funny and graceful and polite; they'd immediately hit it off.
After a time she discovered herself fantasizing about Rene. At odd moments she'd find herself wondering what his body looked like naked; she even caught herself mentally picturing him in the shower after a hot day on the court. She'd wonder if he had birthmarks, or scars on his body, or whether or not he had hair on his stomach.
She began to schedule her lessons so she was his last session of the day, just so she could hang around and chat afterward. She never had any real designs or plans -- she'd been with Larry have been together for years...for goodness sake! But she did notice that she was becoming almost obsessed with thinking about Rene, and that she enjoy flirting with him.
He seemed to genuinely like her, too, and was happy to sit and talk after the lessons. He never made any unwelcome gesture or advance, but sometimes she'd catch him looking at her.
One night her lesson ran late and she packed up her things in a distracted rush. Half the way home she realized she'd left her gym bag, with her wallet and credit cards, in the women's locker room. So she turn around, hoping that the janitor would still be there to let her in.
When she arrived she found the front door unlocked -- but no sign of the janitor. Figuring he might be on one of the other floors, she decided to go get her bag anyway: what harm could it cause? As she walked toward the women's lockers, she heard a shower running in the adjoining men's locker room and realized that it might be Rene.
Her heart began to pound. She wanted to peek in -- to see him in the shower, just for a second! But she couldn't move. Finally, the shower stopped and she realized that her chance was gone; she continued into the women's locker room to retrieve her gym bag a little disappointed -- but relieved, too.
The bag wasn't where she left it, and she wondered if someone found it and put it into the offices -- located near the back of the locker room, to the right.
She started walking that way when suddenly door opened on the left side of the room, and Rene strode absentmindedly into the brightly lit women's locker room. He was dripping wet and totally naked, and the overhead lights glistened off his smooth skin. Lisa couldn't help but gasp, seeing him like that. "Oh, hi," Lisa said. "I forgot my stuff and didn't know...you know."
