Over 2,000 people worked at EGF's research center, and the campus had some facilities for the benefit of the employees that included a fitness center with various machines, weights, a massage room, and a couple of small rooms for stretching or playing a workout video without bothering others.
Lisa and Dorjan worked for EFG and had met as part of the tennis club organized by one of their colleagues. None of them were particularly good at tennis but they enjoyed the outdoors workout and had a few laughs with it. After casually engaging in conversation a few times with Dorjan, he mentioned that he liked to go back to the fitness center after tennis to do some stretching and take a shower. She liked the idea of having a hot gym buddy and joined him whenever she could.
Lisa found Dorjan's Eastern European accent very attractive, his demeanor mysterious in a dangerous and exotic way, and his dark hair and body, a dream ripe for all sorts of fantasies. He was several years younger than her, a little taller than average and fit without being obviously muscular. She especially wanted to know about the strange tattoos on his back, symbols she'd never seen before in black ink with golden contours. In turn, Dorjan would not miss an opportunity to be near her, compliment her looks and enjoy the view of Lisa' body during physical activity. Lisa kept herself in good shape and enjoyed wearing short tennis skirts and tight shirts that showcased her beautiful breasts. Dorjan daydreamed of fondling those boobs and finding a way to the treasures under her clothes. He missed several shots in tennis matches because of the continuous distraction.
On one of the occasions, the post-game stretching session in one of the small rooms in the gym had led to some innocent physical contact that seemed to raise the temperature and humidity to rainforest levels in a matter of seconds. One thing led to the other and next thing she knew she was stroking his manhood as they kissed.
Unfortunately, Lisa was a married woman. It was bad enough that she kept frequently fantasizing about him, but this was going too far, and she stopped things before they went even further.
"I can't, I can't. I really want to, but I can't do this," she said, looking away from him as if she was ashamed of herself.
Despite the voice in Darjan's mind, pushing him to ignore her words and take her then and there, he covered his hard-on as best as he could. "It's ok. I understand," he said, "perhaps some other time."
Dorjan said this with a mysterious smile which Lisa could not quite read. Truth be told, she expected and wanted him to try to convince her and was almost disappointed that he took 'no' for an answer so easily. Wasn't she attractive enough to at least try a little harder?
After that day, Lisa's fantasies about Dorjan increased in frequency and intensity. She often regretted having been so prudish that day and not allowed herself to have some fun. "Next time it will be different," she told herself. Next time she would not stop him, maybe she would in fact be the one taking the initiative and surprising him.
But weeks went by, and the opportunity was not materializing.
Months later, Dorjan texted her an unusual and cryptic message: "I've been preparing for a long time. Today is the day. Be ready after tennis."
What did he mean by 'Be ready'? If he hadn't said 'after tennis,' she would have thought that he meant he had practiced his serve, or some other tennis move and maybe she should be ready for it? But if it was something after tennis..., what could it be that required for her to be ready? Was there some kind of typo on an otherwise innocent email? Maybe a strange way of saying something harmless because English was not his first language?
The game was short as it started raining halfway through the game. Dorjan wasn't there though. Despite the rain, it was hot outside, so Lisa got a nice warm up and decided to head to the fitness center and get to her favorite room to stretch and use the foam-rollers. It was just as flashes of lightning illuminated the sky and heavier rain started, that she made it through the gym door.
She closed the little private room door and started to work on her hamstrings, calves, and shoulders, wondering if Dorjan might join her there. Allowing her head to dip back, she closed her eyes. Her mind drifted to the time he had drawn her next to him and took her hand to his shaft, to make her feel what she could have. These thoughts hardened her nipples and deepened her breathing. As she was enjoying the moistening visions in her mind, she heard an unusual, crackling sound that made her open her eyes.
Dorjan's figure was forming out of thin air in the middle of the room. Electricity sparked at the edges of metal pipes and dumbbells and the fragrance of charged air in a storm inundated the room. A faint blue glow enclosed his body and slowly faded away. He took a couple of steps and stood right beside Lisa, breathing in the sight of her in her tight top and tennis skirt.
"Dorjan?" she said, not quite believing her own eyes and completely shocked. "How did you do that??" she asked, still looking around trying to understand what kind of trick this was.
He offered his hand and easily pulled her up. In a single smooth motion Lisa went from lying on the floor to being completely embraced by him and fused in a passionate kiss. Despite her state of confusion, her mind and body become a waterfall instantly.
"Yes, it's me. I hope you enjoyed my dramatic entrance. It's just a little magic and... there is a lot more coming," he said mysteriously.
Dorjan emanated lust from every pore and had the eyes of a man about to get what he wanted. He kissed her and embraced her and slowly walked her until her back was against the wall. He then lifted her shirt to expose enough of her breasts so that his firm and warm tongue could lick her nipples. She gasped with pleasure and buried her fingers in his dark hair.
She knew she shouldn't be doing this; she was married! But she also wanted it and remembered how much she had regretted missing her chance last time.
"Shouldn't we -ahh- shouldn't we lock -hmmm, that feels so...- lock the door first?" she managed to breathe out.
Without stopping to suck and fondle her breasts he extended an arm towards the door and within seconds the handle glowed red hot.
"That door is secure now. Now, let me see how you take all your clothes off." Dorjan said as he took a couple of steps back, ready to enjoy the show.
He did not miss a detail as Lisa removed her top and then the skirt, shortly followed by the sports bra. She stopped when the last piece of underwear was left and looked at him wondering if she should keep that last piece on.
"Yes, everything off, I want to be able to touch and see every square inch of your body," he said. "But let me help you a little with that."
Without him touching her body, her panties slowly began to slide on their own down her thighs. They moved slowly, caressing her skin on their way to her feet.
"You can move things with your mind too!?" she asked with a wide-eyed expression of surprise.
With a cocky smirk he walked back towards her, taking off a piece of clothing after each step: shirt first, jeans second, and finally his tight boxers, allowing his hard cock to spring out, ready to please and be pleased.
"You know, clothes are not the only thing I can move with my mind," he said. "Now, I'm going to lift you very slowly."
"Ahhhhhh!" she screamed with surprise as, suddenly, her body became very light and gently levitated a few inches over the floor.
"It's ok Lisa. I'm holding you with my mind, nothing bad is going to happen to you," he said with a reassuringly.
As the initial shock slowly subsided, Lisa realized she could control the floating motions and quickly learnt to keep her balance. The feeling of weightlessness was wonderful and as she became more comfortable, he raised her a little higher. Eventually she rested her body against the wall and a dirty idea came to her mind.
"Come closer to me and lift me a little higher", she said with a devious smile.
