For the next week I spent the nights re-living those sessions with Val - half not believing what had happened and half just wanting more. Then it was Tuesday again, so tonight it would be our third session... if it was real.
I'd had a large dinner, which I rushed, so wasn't really feeling like exercising. I'd quickly got changed, pulling on some stretchy white pants that felt very revealing - and easing myself upright as I pulled them up tight. Then my shorts and a polo top, my white socks and trainers and I was done. I pulled on my tracksuit, grabbed my racquets then left the house.
I could feel that delightful tension as I rang the doorbell, then in only a few seconds it opened and Val was there. She was wearing a white v-knecked cardigan and her short tennis skirt, with white short socks and trainers.
"Hello," she smiled, "I was hoping you might be a few minutes early, as I've got a special new exercising machine for you to try. Come on in!"
I went in passed her then waited in the hall as she shut the door. My eyes were glued to her cardigan as she turned round: it was quite thick, with a ribbed pattern in the white wool and a lowish V at the front showing plenty of pink flesh.
"Do you like my new cardy?" she asked, walking towards me. "It's lovely soft wool even though it looks coarse and rough - just rub your fingers over my arm!"
And she held out her arm so I stroked the soft white wool, feeling my cock twitch as I did so.
"Yes, I thought you might like it, you do like soft clingy sweaters, don't you?"
I didn't know what to say, but made an embarrassed smile and nodded.
"Come on then, my lad, warm up exercises for you on my new machine!" she smiled, brushing passed me and going up stairs. I'd not been upstairs in her house before and it felt somehow very intimate. I just hoped her husband was still away.
She stopped at the landing at the top of the stairs, and pointed out which room was which. It seemed a much bigger house upstairs, somehow.
"Well this is the spare room, with the new exercise machine," she said, pointing to the room on my left, then there's the master bedroom next to it, then the hobby room, and over there - " she pointed to my right - "is the main bathroom. So if you need to...?" she left the sentence hanging.
"No, I'm fine thanks. Ready for my exercises!" Then I wished I hadn't seemed so forward as she seemed to scold me:
"Well, we'll see about that! - now follow me in."
The room itself was nicely decorated, with fitted wardrobe and a double bed, so it was a good size for a spare room. The exercise machine was on the floor to the side of the bed. It was a kind of grey metal frame, with black headrest and black foam-covered arch of metal.
"Whatever do you do with this?" I asked.
"Well, I'll show you first, and then you can join in." replied Val, lying on the floor with the arch over her head, and her head resting on the headrest.
"You put your arms on this arch," she said, lifting up her arms, "Then pull yourself up using just your tummy muscles. It's specially for strengthening your abdomen, from your chest downwards. Just watch!"
