"Maybe you do, but I wish I was down south on the beach, maybe in Miami, and sipping Pina Coladas from some guy named Pedro who has washboard abs and is serving them up to me in a thong. That would be heaven right now."
The woman giggled, her laughter filling the room and it was the most beautiful sound I'd ever heard. It was light and whimsical, and I had the instant need to watch over her and protect her.
Protect her from what? She's no damsel in distress.
I needed to get out of here before I did something stupid.
Standing up in the shallow water, I pulled myself up and out of the Jacuzzi. It was then that Steven noticed me, which was a shock because he always seemed to know exactly where I was at the health club. His crush on me was something that was impossible not to notice
"Mr. Rosely, I didn't see you there." The alarm in his tone of voice was almost comical.
"It's perfectly fine, Steven. I was just leaving."
"I came in here to give you a message, sir."
I walked over to them, even though it was not in my direct path to the locker room and I could easily hear Steven from where I was standing. The woman looked down at her feet, purposely avoiding any form of eye contact with me so I made sure to stand directly next to her, my bare arm brushing against hers.
"What is it, Steven?"
"Miss... I mean... Bailey would like it if you could stop by her office on your way out."
Fucking Bailey. I was with her last night but somehow I forgot that she worked this morning. That's how I met my Thursday and Sunday girl. She called me into her office one day, locked the door and then practically jumped me.
I was not in the mood to deal with her shit today. She's a beautiful woman, great for a couple rounds in the sack, but she's needy as hell. Somehow I knew she was going to fuck up the great morning I was having.
I turned so I was facing Steven directly, and purposely leant into my brunette obsession. The back of my palm skimmed against her hip as my arm stilled against hers. She took a small step in the other direction, breaking our connection but not before I felt the goose bumps raise on the top of her skin.
This was good news. I affected her, too.
"I'll stop by her office on my way out, Steven. Thank you."
I glanced at the woman next to me one last time before turning around and walking to the men's locker room. As I was approaching the door I heard Steven loudly whisper, "He's one of the only reasons I don't mind staying here in the cold. Just look at his body. Why are the good ones always straight?"
She giggled softly as I opened the door to the locker room, pretending not to hear a word Steven said, but basking in the glory of the small victories I've made today.
Victory number one: I have a time. She swims for around three hours a day. That was both impressive and completely insane.
Victory number two: I had a partial name- Ward.
I showered and changed quickly into a gray pinstriped suit. I had a late lunch meeting today with some potential business partners, otherwise I would have taken the entire day off and probably followed Miss Ward to her next destination.
God, I needed fucking help!
Deciding not to knock, I walked into Bailey's office like I owned the place but she was sitting behind her desk on the phone.
"Namaste," Bailey said passively as she covered the receiver with her hand so the person on the other end couldn't hear her, before she quickly ended the call.
She stood up to approach me. Her tight pencil skirt and low cut blouse accentuated the amazing figure I knew was underneath. Her firm ass, round perky tits, and tight body were one of the hottest I've ever had my hands on, but she was fucking crazy so I could only handle her in small doses.
"Namaste?" I raised my eyebrow, questioning the new word she's added to her vocabulary.
"My yoga instructor uses it, so I thought I might too."
"Do you even know the meaning behind it?" I asked her teasingly.
"Theo, I missed you last night," she whispered seductively, ignoring my question and leaning up to kiss me on the cheek.
"I was with you for several hours, Bailey. How could you miss me?"
"You know what I mean. I would love to wake up with you one of these days."
"And you know I don't do overnights. We've talked about this."
She reached out to me, her perfectly manicured hands gripped onto the lapels of my jacket as she pulled me closer to her body so that her tits rubbed against my chest.
"You could make it up to me. Right here, right now."
Her hands lowered until she was cupping me from the outside of my pants. My cock stirred to life under the fabric and what was the harm in a quick fuck before a boring lunch meeting?
"I don't have a lot of time, Bailey."
"That's okay, I'll be quick."
She lowered herself to her knees and unzipped my trousers before sliding her hand in my boxers and pulling out my cock. I almost wanted to stop this but when her hot mouth covered the head of my cock and started to suck, I'd be the stupidest motherfucker to stop it.
I closed my eyes and leant back against her desk as she continued to suck me off. She wrapped a hand around the base of me, fisting me and then sliding her fist up and down my length as she sucked me off. I was about to pull away and bend her over the desk when there was a knock at the door.
Bailey started to lift her head, but I reached out and grabbed the back of her head so she wouldn’t stop sucking. She started this, so now she needed to finish it.
"Who is it?" I grunted angrily as Bailey continued to take me in her mouth.
"It's Steven."
"Give us a minute, Steven."
I thrust my hips forward so Bailey would take more of me and after a few more thrusts I was coming down her throat.
Fuck me, that felt good.
Bailey stood up and adjusted her dress as I tucked my cock back in my boxers and then zipped up my pants.
"What about me?" she asked innocently.
"Get rid of Steven and I'll make you come before I leave."
Her eyes lit up with excitement. She's been with me enough to know I can make her come a hundred different ways. I've eaten a lot of pussy so I knew what the fuck I was doing.
"Come in, Steven," Bailey called out, slipping behind her desk so it looked like we were in here having a professional meeting.
"I'm sorry to interrupt, Bailey, but Miss Ward was curious about the four free training sessions she was promised when she became a member with us. She was wondering when she could redeem them?"
"Tell Miss Ward I'll be with her in a moment, Steven."
Steven nodded his head at Bailey and then glanced in my direction before he left the small office, closing the door behind him.
"I've got to take care of this, Theo, but do you think you could make me come with your fingers before you leave?"
"I thought I was going to be getting a meal?"
"We don't have time for that, but you can eat me out on Sunday. I'll still see you Sunday, right?"
"Absolutely. You know how much I need you on Sundays."
Knowing Bailey would be riding me on Sunday evenings was the only fucking reason I could make it through a Sunday with my family. I go through hell with them all day, and fuck my frustrations out with Bailey all night.
"Great!" she exhales, pulling me over to her. I slipped my hand under her skirt, sliding my fingers up one of her smooth, toned legs until I reached her silk thong, preparing to get her off. She groaned as soon as I slipped my index and middle finger inside her wet core.
"Ughh..." she groaned. "I really don't want to deal with this chick right now. I just want to be with you."
Bailey didn’t want to deal with whom? My lap girl?
"Why, what's wrong?" I asked, continuing to thrust my fingers inside her as my thumb rubbed circles against her clit. "Is she a bitch or something?"
Bailey moaned at my touch and laughed in response to my question at the same time.
"No, Maria's not a bitch. She's actually very nice, but she's a... a..." she panted huskily. She was unable to hide how turned on she was as my fingers applied pressure to her g-spot. I slowed down my movements inside her so she could focus back on our conversation. But I was not a cruel bastard and continued to rub slow circles against her throbbing clit.
I looked her in the eyes, waiting for her to continue.
"She's a whale, Theo. I don't even know why she comes here every day. She'll never be thin. She'll never be cute. She should just give up and go home - eat a box of cookies or something." Her head fell back and I felt her pussy tighten around my fingers as she prepared to come.
"Instead I'm going to have to humor her and set up four training sessions with one of my guys, ultimately wasting their time with a woman who will never pay for a session and will never lose weight. I tell you, my job can be really frustrating some days."
She was right there. Just a few more circles, and a hard thrust or two and she'd be coming all over my fingers. The right thing to do was let her finish. She did just blow me, but her cattiness really pissed me off. She was making harsh assumptions on someone she didn’t even know. It fucking irritated me and I couldn’t bring myself to finish the job.
I stopped moving inside her and slipped my hand out from underneath her skirt.
"Hey," she whined.
Her words replayed in my head and infuriated me. She didn’t know a thing about my lap girl. In the two months I've observed her in the pool, I've seen her drop a significant amount of weight. Her determination was inspiring and sexy. She was beautiful before and she's beautiful now.
Wait.
Since when the fuck did I think she was sexy?
While we're at it I might as well admit I liked her voice, her giggle was sensual as hell, and I've even rubbed one out a few times to the mental image of her in the lap lanes.
She was my little temptress and she didn’t even know it.
This was it. I'd gone completely mad, and it was safe to say I've developed a crush on the woman in lane one. Listening to Bailey talk trash about her pissed me off. I felt like I was twelve all over again, listening to the first girl who let me touch her boobs tease the dorky red head with glasses that hadn't started developing yet.
Why was I always attracted to crazy bitches?
I walked over to the door, ready to put some much needed distance between Bailey and me, but then stopped and turned to face her. "I changed my mind. Sundays don't work for me anymore and neither do Thursdays. Go find another wealthy businessman who will deal with your pompous bullshit and fuck you."
"You're just going to leave me here? I didn't even come."
"You've got a vibrator in the top draw and you know how to use it. Have fun."
I didn’t even stay to hear her reaction, bursting out the door and leaving the health club with a plump brunette on my mind. The only positive thing that happened in that office, besides fucking a warm mouth, was now I had a first name for my lap girl.
Maria.
I pictured myself thrusting inside Maria's tight cunt as I came grunting her name.
Fuck!
These fantasies needed to stop. I needed to find a new woman to replace Bailey before Sunday because I was going to need to work the visual of Maria, spread eagle on my bed, out of my system.
Three
Entry #1587
She's perfect in every way. I've tried to find flaws and when I watch her, like I do every day, I'm waiting for the flaw to appear, but I've only seen perfection. Her new figure is accentuated in the pale yellow dress she wears as I watch her share a laugh with Steven. I want to make her laugh. I want to be the one who puts that ridiculously beautiful smile on her face...
All of that brings me to today.
I'd like to tell you that things got better after that day in Bailey's office. I'd like to tell you that after I found out Miss Ward's morning routine and how long she swam for, my interest in her died out and I was able to focus on the more important things in life.
I'd tell you all that, but it would be complete bullshit.
I'm not going to go over the next ten months that led me to today. You know, the man standing behind the three-tier towel rack? But I will give you a cliff note version.
Maria continues to swim every day, I continue to stalk her, and she's lost weight.
A lot more weight.
My stalking isn't something I'm proud of, but at least I no longer sit in the parking lot waiting for her to arrive. I just make sure to arrive at the same time she does. This means no more morning meetings. Yes, I made my assistant change my meeting schedule so that I could arrive at the health club and leave the health club at the same time Maria does.
But that's neither here nor there.
I'd swim beside her every day, and every day she mesmerized me. Her strength, her determination, it was all paying off. Day by day she got smaller. Day by day I noticed small changes in her physical appearance and I learned to love her curves. I saw the strength and power that was behind her size. Most importantly, I saw glimpses of the woman who was inside.
These were all things I never cared to know about a woman. In the past it was all about three things. What did her face look like? What did her body look like? And how was she in bed? If she passed the first two then I gave her a shot on my dick. If she was good in bed, I might be calling her for a second or third round. If she was really good, like fucking amazing, then she got a regular weekly spot.
None of that shit matters anymore.
Let's get to why I'm stalking her from a distance today. It's because of the douche bag in lane two. The prick may not know it yet, and that's probably because his lazy ass never swims in the morning, but lane two is my lane. It's been my lane for the past year. I get that lane so I can swim next to her, but because of a frantic phone call from my mother this morning I showed up at the health club ten minutes late and my lane was gone, and now I'm forced to watch her from behind the towels like a damn predator.
I'm going to fucking kill the bastard in my lane.
This may be a good time to tell you that the man occupying lane two is Chris, my doctor and closest friend. The asshole who basically told me to start swimming in the first place, and swimming brought on my fascination with Maria, and that fascination turned into an obsession, forever changing my life, routine, and who I fantasize about during sex.
So as you can see I have more than one reason to kill him.
I'm thinking all of this over when the asshole looks up from the water and spots me. I guess I'm not completely hidden by the towel rack like I thought. I can scratch being a detective off my list because I suck at hiding.
When I don't immediately walk over to him he smirks at me funny and then pulls himself out of the pool. He stands in front of her lane and when she swims over to the edge, she stands up to talk to him.
They know each other? How do they know each other?
They talk briefly and then he continues to walk toward me as she begins to swim again.
"How's it going, T?"
Oh yeah, a few of my very close friends call me T. You might want to write that down for future reference.
"Not bad," I reply, glancing at the clock. "What are you doing here at this time of the day? Shouldn't you be cutting into people’s arteries?"
"I don't cut into arteries, I'm not a butcher. I had to give someone a lift today. Her car broke down."
My eyes immediately dart to my girl in lane one. That's right, my girl. He can't fucking have her.
"I didn't know you were fucking around on Molly. What? Is the passion gone ever since you two had a kid?"
"You dick. I would never cheat on my wife. The desire is still there... and we had our daughter almost four years ago. You would know how old she was if you came to any of the parties Molly invites you to."
"I don't do parties when there are kids around. I prefer catching up with you at our weekly golf games."
"Well
, you better be there Saturday. It's Alyssa's fourth birthday and you have to be there this time. You missed her party last year."
I laugh at him. "It's not like she's my fucking kid. What am I going to do at a child's birthday party? I love your daughter, that's why I sent her a huge check on her birthday last year."
"You need to be there Saturday because you're her fucking godfather. Molly is starting to think we should pick someone else. You know, change it up because she thinks we made a mistake with you, but you were the one at her baptism and you need to step up as far as godparents go. Kim will be there."
"Fuck Kim," I mumble, dragging my hand through my hair. I glance over at lane one to make sure Maria's still swimming. When I spot her I focus my attention back on Chris. "Maybe if you picked a better godmother for your child then I'd want to be at the birthday party. You know, if something happened to you guys, Kim would be the worst mother. She'd drink all day and would only care about herself."
"And you? What would you do?"
"I'd hire a nanny to be with Alyssa around the clock."
"That's no better, T."
"You didn't let me finish. It would be the best damn nanny there is."
Chris laughs. "She already has the best damn nanny there is. Just be there on Saturday, okay? You can wish Alyssa a happy birthday, say hello to Molly and then go spend the rest of the afternoon with my liquor stash."
I know what he's saying is right. I have been a pretty shitty godparent, but what do I know about God. I wouldn't be able to lead his daughter on the right path. God forbid something did happen to him and I was forced to take over, she'll be going by the name Candy and stripping at a gentlemen's club by sixteen.
Hell. I'll probably be the one to get her the job.
"I can't make any promises, but I'll try to make it."
"No, you will make it. It's Saturday at two. You better be there."
I reluctantly nod my head and agree before we exchange goodbyes and he heads back to the locker room, permanently freeing my lane so I can swim next to my obsession and gawk at her from the safety of the lane next to hers.
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