"Man, that was exactly what I needed after Crossfit," I tell Anne, our yoga instructor, as we gathered up our stuff.
"I'm glad. When it's just you and me it makes it so I can focus on your particular needs," she responds as we lock the doors.
I walk her to her car first since it's closer, wish her a good night, and continue on to my car.
"Do you want me to wait until you get in your car?" Anne asks as she drives beside me.
"No, I'm right here. Have a great night." I wave as she drives away.
As I come around the front of the white truck parked beside my car I am startled when Ken steps out of the shadows between our cars asking "How was your yoga, Beth?"
The deep timbre of his voice stops me in my tracks. "Oh my goodness Ken!" I exclaim as I grab my chest. "I didn't even see you there. You scared me to death."
"You need to be careful," he says as he takes slow predatory steps towards me. Something in the hungry look in his eyes and the sexy smirk on his luscious lips has my heart rate picking up as I step backward. Before I realize my back hits the cold wall and as I am about to step back away he presses his hard body against mine holding me in place, putting his hands on either side of my head. "You never know who you will run into in the dark."
Ken is one of the guys in my Crossfit class. I have to admit that he has definitely caught my eye more than once. He stands around six feet, 200 pounds with a lean muscular build. Not bodybuilder bubbly (not that I would kick him out of bed if he were) but perfectly molded pecks, strong arms, sexy six-pack with the beautiful V that I quite often find myself drooling over, strong legs, and an ass made for grabbing. He is a Greek God and so sweet and funny. We never partner because I'm a petite five foot four inch, 115 pounds, and obviously not able to lift the same as Ken but we have quite often spoken. Joking around about the workout's intensity or congratulating each other for making it through them. I really like Ken but I am married. In fact, Ken is friends with my husband, Trent. We have both tried to get Trent to join us doing Crossfit but he is not into it.
"Ken, what are you doing?" I try to control my breathing. "Stop messing around and get off of me." I try to joke as I push against his chest. It's like pressing a wall. He just chuckles making me clench my thighs together hoping he can't smell my arousal.
As he lowers his mouth to whisper in my ear he drags his right thumb along my jaw, slowly traveling down my throat and across my pulse causing me to breathe in soft pants. "Well Beth, I have been wondering if these new breasts of yours feel as wonderful as they look," he says. As my mind takes in exactly what he said his hand moves down my chest to gently but firmly cup my breast, his thumb rubbing my nipple.
About a year earlier I had gotten breast implants. It wasn't something I talked about but it wasn't a secret either. I figured me showing up with size 28E breasts after I had become flat from losing my weight so fast it was obvious.
"They feel perfect" he purrs as he softly manhandles my tit, "and so responsive" he comments as he pinches my nipple, tugging lightly.
"Stop" I whisper, once again trying to push him away.
"Stop? No Beth, I don't think you really want me to stop." I relax a little as he removes his grip off my nipple but tense back up when it continues down my stomach between us getting closer to the top of my shorts. "Quite the opposite I think. I bet that if I were to check, your pussy is probably dripping for me." I begin to struggle again when I realize not only what he is going to do but that he would be right. I can't help the moan that escapes when his fingers graze over my clit and slide into my warmth.
"Mmmmmmm, see my sweet Beth. You say stop but your body says don't stop." I bite my bottom lip to stop anymore moans as he glides his finger in and out a couple of times while cupping my mound. Then suddenly he places his finger in his mouth sucking my juices off. "You taste so sweet," he says staring into my eyes as I part my lips to pant. "Don't worry my sweet. I will get back to you when I have more time to enjoy you, he says while he rubs his finger over my lips leaving my taste there.
He places me in my front seat, latches my belt, and then turns my chin to kiss me on my forehead. "Be safe sweetie." He shuts my door and steps back. The shutting of the door brings me out of my zone. Too embarrassed to look at Ken, knowing the smirk he'll be wearing, I start the car and go home.
It's the end of the week so I have the weekend to get over my shock. There is no way I am going to tell Trent. As long as I stay away from Ken and nothing else happens there is no reason to cause problems.