by Lula Woods
“Uh, wow. I…No one’s ever said things like that to me before.” When I frowned, she added, “I mean, men tell me I’m hot or whatever, but all they want is sex. I suppose that’s fine to a point, but it’s never about a true connection. So, I’ve been jaded by dating and refuse to have anything to do with men who only see my ass, boobs, and thighs and want to hop on for a ride. I have toys to scratch that itch when I have it. But there needs to be more than sex to make me want to adjust my work schedule to accommodate someone new in my life.” Danita stood and checked on the food.
“I get it,” I said.
“Food’s ready.” She grabbed two bowls from the cabinet on the left side of the stove and placed them on the counter. I stood and served healthy helpings for both of us. We sat across from each other, with two glasses of wine and had a feast.
“Oh my God,” I said after tasting the first bite. “This is amazing!” I quickly finished the bowl and went back for second helpings.
“Remember to inhale,” Danita said with a snicker.
“Well, don’t cook so well, then,” was all I could muster before working my way through a second bowl. Danita was still on her first.
She snickered. “So, you like it, apparently.”
“Hell, yeah. My version is no way close to this at all. You could be a chef.”
“Well, thank you. This is my favorite hobby, and only the gym comes higher than making something delicious in my kitchen.”
“Mm,” I moaned as I practically licked the spoon when I was done.
She watched my antics with amusement. “How about some dessert, Saul? I was thinking of chocolate fudge ice cream.”
“I will always make room for chocolate.”
She smiled. “Suppose I only had vanilla?”
I blinked. “Well, then it would have been the best tasting vanilla, anywhere, naturally.”
“Are you aware of how silly you are?””
“Awareness is half the battle, so they say.”
She kicked my shin under the table. “Anyway, help me clean up the kitchen, then we can have dessert and watch something if you like, or just talk.”
“I’m game.” I rinsed dishes, loaded the dishwasher, scrubbed a pan and was happy when the place was spotless. I grabbed the ice cream from the freezer and she got the bowls and spoons and we adjourned to the living room, I on one side of the couch, and Danita on the other.
We each helped ourselves and got comfortable. I asked, “Tell me about you. I’ve been talking about myself all evening.”
“Not much to tell,” she replied as she tucked her feet beneath her. “I grew up in a large family, watching members die or suffer horribly because of their health. I realized early on that I would never be petite-sized, but I knew I could still be fit and healthy on my own terms. Then, I had an idea: why not create a safe space where people of all sizes and shapes can work toward their own version of fitness? Take me, for example, I have big hips and thick thighs and I can get up that dance pole and do a routine every day because of practice and determination. Anyone can do it. And I hope my example will encourage those who are uncertain about themselves and their abilities.”
“These are the kinds of things that would be great for the article,” I said. “It personalizes the story and connects with the audience.”
She smiled. “Well, I have lots more where that came from.”
I moved to sit next to Danita, took her empty bowl, and set it on the low table. “There’s something else I’d like to get to know.”
She looked at me and licked her lower lip. “What would you like to know, Saul?”
“How you taste.” And then I leaned in and kissed her.
Chapter Five
Danita
God, the man could kiss. I hadn’t had intimate contact like this in a long time, and it was almost heady. Saul held my head gently in his palms and nibbled and licked my lips, playing with my tongue and sucking on it lightly. I could taste chocolate and Korean beef and the combination of flavors made me a little crazy.
I pushed him onto his back on the couch and kissed him with all the longing that had built up over the months since we’d met, too long denied. He returned the kiss, running his hands down my spine to grab my butt and squeeze. Mm, I liked that. I rubbed against him, feeling his cock grow as our make-out session became messy and desperate.
“What do you want?” I asked against his lips before kissing my way down to his neck and sucking up a mark that would be hard to hide in the morning. Perfect.
“I want everything with you,” he said before groaning at the hand I now had on his bulge between us. “What I’d really like right now, though, is to see you ride my fingers. I bet that would be sexy as hell.” He arched up into my hand as I pressed on his crotch.
“Let me sit on your lap,” I said, and we rearranged ourselves, so he was seated against the cushions. I removed my jeans and left the red thong I was wearing.
“You are ridiculously hot. Do you know that?” he murmured as he rubbed both hands over my ass while I arranged myself where he wanted me. I loved the feel of those callouses against my skin. I couldn’t wait until we were naked together in bed. I hoped that would happen soon.
“I’m glad you think so. Comfy?” I asked as I nipped his chin and unzipped his pants, pulling out his dick. It was hard and ready in my palm.
“More than,” he replied as his cock twitched, ready for attention. He kissed me again while using his hands to torture me with my thong, pulling on the string and rubbing make and forth with just enough friction to make my clit happy. I couldn’t help but move.
“I need your fingers, Saul,” I whispered against his mouth as I jacked him off, using some of the slicks that seeped from his slit to ease the way. He didn’t seem to mind the burn.
He stuck his fingers inside me without ceremony, and my whole body jolted at the sensation. “You’re so moist down here, you’re soaking my pants,” he said as he fucked me and used his thumb to rub my clit. “God, you feel so good.” He nibbled my neck and murmured, “Ride me, baby.”
And I did. I used his fingers like one of the sex toys, his hand on my ass as I moved and my hands jerking him off until we came with a yell and a whimper. “Jesus,” he said as he spurted uncontrollably over my hands, his shirt, my blouse. I didn’t want it to end.
After a few seconds, Saul removed his fingers and gave one last rub of my clit, which sent shivers up and down my spine. Then, he ran those fingers over my neck and down into the V of my blouse. “I get to bury my face in these next time, yeah?” he said as he eyed my breasts.
“You’d better,” I replied and took those fingers, licking them clean before taking his mouth once more. It felt good to be held, to share something so intimate. I definitely wanted to do it again.
I leaned back. “So, what now?”
He cupped my cheek. “Whatever you want. I’m definitely into you, Danita, and aside from working together on that article, I want to spend time with you, too. I know you work a lot, and so do I, but we can text, call, email, right? And maybe, in the mornings at the gym, you can let me touch your ass and French kiss you from time to time, fuck you in one of the showers.”
I smacked him upside the head. “You’re asking for permission to grope me in public?”
He grinned. “Yes.”
“I might need an incentive.” The kiss he gave me then was very convincing, as was the way he pinched my nipples. “Um, okay,” I said, a little dazed. “You can do whatever you want, whenever you want. But I get to do it, too.”
****
Saul left a short while later, his shirt and pants stained by our activities and uncaring, and I sighed. For whatever reason, Saul and I clicked, and I was more than happy to see where things led in the near future. Since it was only after eight, I texted my girls.
Me: I did it.
Gabi: Did what?
Roxanne: Ooh, do you mean what I think you mean?
Me: Yup.
Ga
bi: Did you sleep with Saul??
Me: Well, I sat on his lap.
Roxanne: Hot!!
Gabi: Yes! Doing it again?
Me: You better believe it.
Roxanne: There’d better be shower shenanigans in the future.
Me: Ha! It’s likely if he has his way (and I have mine).
Gabi: Hehe, naughty times are ahead, finally!!!
Roxanne: Don’t overthink it, either. Just go with it.
Me: I’ll try not to.
Roxanne: Love you!
Gabi: Ditto!
Me: Night, ladies.
The next morning, I was on a flight at nine, so I wasn’t in the gym and missed seeing Saul since it was one of his regular days. Still, I looked forward to our next encounter. It should be fun. The day trip was a pain because the landlord for the newest branch of Fit for You was taking his sweet time on the repairs I had asked for. After giving him two pieces of my mind, he promised to have the work done by the end of the week, and I got back on a plane in mid-afternoon.
When I finally got home at ten o’clock that night, I took a quick shower and got settled in bed before checking my phone. Saul had texted me an hour ago, and he wanted to set up the next meeting to continue working on the article. I sent him a quick text with my availability and wished him a good night, but he called me instead of texting back.
“Hey there,” he said once I picked up. His voice sounded husky. I liked it. “Did you just get home?”
“Yeah, long day, asshole landlord, falling a little behind on schedule, so I’m livid. I think I’ve finally calmed down, but it took a minute. Maybe five.”” I settled a little more comfortably against the pillows. “I didn’t wake you, did I?”
“No, no. I was in bed reading through the draft of an article I plan to start editing tomorrow. It needs a lot of work. My eyes are crossing already.”
I chuckled. “How do you sit behind a desk all day? It would drive me nuts.”
“I’m just gifted, I suppose,” he replied, and I could almost hear the laughter in his voice.
“You’re something, alright.”
“Something good, I hope?” he asked.
“Maybe.”
He laughed. “I’ll take that as a ‘yes.’”
“You would,” I retorted. “Did you at least get your workout in?”
“Oh yeah. I’m on track for the competition.”
“I’m sure you’ll do well.”
“I appreciate that. Hey,” he added, “how about dinner at my place, this time?”
I didn’t even hesitate. “Sure. When? After our next magazine session?”
“How about on a Friday night? And maybe bring a bag if you want to stay the night.”
“So you’re proposing dinner with dessert,” I replied, smiling to myself.
“Can you blame me? It’s already been too long since I’ve seen you, and that was just yesterday. What have you done to me?”
“I could ask you the same question. I think I’ll just say it’s your fault, and we’ll be okay.”
“Right.”
“Anyway,” I said with emphasis, “I have a flight on Friday to check up on the asshole landlord, but I should be back in time to meet.” I yawned. “Excuse me. Sorry about that. I guess I’m exhausted. Send me your address?” I rubbed my eyes and willed them to stay open.
“I will. And go to bed, sweetheart. You seem to be burning the candle at ends that don’t even exist.” He was right, I knew, but the only thing I could focus on was how he’d just called me sweetheart.
“Okay, okay. Night.”
“Pleasant dreams.”
Chapter Six
Saul
I could hardly wait until Friday to see Danita, but at least I would see her at the gym beforehand. I left my apartment at four-thirty in the morning on my weight training day and drove to the gym with anticipation. Now that we had both admitted our attraction, I felt free to do the things I could only dream about while yanking my dick.
I parked outside the gym in the empty parking lot, save for Danita’s car, and headed inside, since the door was unlocked. When I walked up to the desk, she wasn’t there, but I knew she was likely checking to make sure the gym was ready for the upcoming influx of people. I scanned my member card and went to the men’s changing room to stash my bag in a locker. When I came back out, I still didn’t see her, but I needed to start my workout.
As I was preparing the weights, I finally saw Danita’s reflection in the mirrors as she headed toward the front where a steady stream of people were coming through the doors, scanning their cards one by one. Her eyes caught mine in the mirror, and she winked at me and blew a kiss before quickly taking her place behind the desk.
I followed the jiggle of that fine ass and looked forward to making it mine as soon as possible. Refocusing on my tasks, I worked my muscle groups and completed my planned sets for the day, ignoring anyone in the vicinity for the sake of concentration. When I was finished, I took my towel and mopped my face as I walked toward the water cooler. After using it, I was on my way to the changing rooms when my hand was suddenly yanked, and I was pulled along behind Danita as she took us to…a janitorial closet in the back. A light was on when we stepped inside.
“What are you…” I began to say, but she pushed me against the door and took my lips with force, holding my head in her hands and making a meal of my mouth.
“Fuck,” was all I could manage before grabbing hold of her round butt and squeezing while we rubbed against each other. She wore spandex, as usual, making it easy for my hands to slide and grip and stroke. Damn, her nipples were standing up, too, and I had promised myself a taste.
I gently pushed her back and removed her T-shirt and then the sports bra. Man, those babies were just the perfect size for me. I leaned down and kissed the tops of each of her breasts before lowering my head to suck on each nipple.
“Saul!” she whimpered as I held on to her hips and feasted on her chest. “You…” I had made her speechless again, but it was for a good cause. She kept her hands in my hair so I wouldn’t stop what I was doing.
“I’ve got you, Dani,” I murmured before biting each one lightly and licking the tips. This time, her yell echoed in the room. “Shit! I could come from just having you play with my nipples. They’re really sensitive, and I’m that close. It’s like there’s a straight line to my clit and it’s throbbing.”
I moved my head as much as she’d let me look up at her and saw that her eyes were dazed with lust. “Really? Because that’s something, I’ve gotta see.” I went back to licking and sucking her nipples, gripping her ass and rubbing my hard cock against her.
“You know where, uh, to find me if you want to do some experiments. Uh!” Her head hung back, mouth an “O” as an orgasm hit hard. I looked up at her. She was bewitching in her release.
“God, you’re perfect,” I said as I reached between her legs to feel how wet she was from coming. “You’re fucking soaked, babe. You’re gonna have to change clothes, unless you want everyone to know what you’ve been up to.”
“I will,” she said, panting just a little. “What about you?”
I pulled out my cock, already hard, and ready to go. “Kneel down, Dani. I want to fuck your mouth.” When she did so, my breath hitched. “You look perfect there, just ready for me to have my way with you.”
She nodded eagerly, eyes zeroed in on my dick and mouth open. “I want a taste,” she said as she grabbed hold of my thighs and leaned forward to take the tip of my penis into her mouth. My hips jerked, and I pushed against her mouth until she opened, and then I proceeded to feed her my cock, inch by inch until I deepthroated her, my hands on her head and my hips snapping as I chased oblivion.
When it happened, I had to hold onto Dani’s shoulders because it was so intense. “Wow,” was the beginning and end of my conversation.
“So, we didn’t make it to the showers,” she offered as I helped her stand and drew her into my arms, my cock still hanging
out, sated.
“No, we didn’t, but that’s always a possibility in the future.” I stroked the side of her face and kissed her briefly.
“I will remind you that you said that.”
I smiled. “I’m sure you will.”
****
The rest of the week was hectic, and when Friday evening finally arrived, I was ecstatic. Danita had texted me an hour earlier that her flight was delayed, but she would be at my apartment as soon as she could. I cleaned up the place a bit, took a shower and began preparations for our dinner. When she finally made it, the beef stroganoff I had made from scratch was ready to serve.
I opened the door when she knocked. “Hi, sweetheart,” I said, greeting her with a kiss and took the bag she carried with her. She looked lovely in a dark blue, off-the-shoulder dress that hugged her curves to perfection. “You look lovely, as always.”
“You’re a flatterer, but thank you,” she replied. I stepped back so she could walk past me and I closed the door. “There was some mechanical issue, and we had to change planes,” she added. “I’ll be glad when the new gym is open and staffed so I don’t have to travel as often.”
“I understand. Hey, how about some wine? Or a beer?” I took her hand and led the way to the kitchen.
“Wine would be lovely, thank you.” I pulled out a chair for her and got the wine from the fridge, pouring glasses for both of us and setting them on the table.
I shared out two plates and sat across from her. “Oh, this smells delicious. What kind of broth did you use?” she asked.
“I ran out of beef broth, so I used vegetable instead,” I replied.
We both began eating, and her moans were gratifying and made me think of other things we could be doing right now, but they could wait. “Oh, this is good.”
“I’m glad you like it,” I said after I sipped my wine.
The rest of the meal was spent discussing the past week and minor frustrations. It was comforting, and I felt that we were forming a bond. When we were finished, I asked, “How about a movie? I think we both need to unwind a bit.”