Back to the Gym

J and I had an early session at the gym on Saturday morning. R joined me the moment J moved away (he’d stayed discreetly at a distance until then). After a few moments of polite chat he said he “hoped” we could see each other again. I said “I really couldn’t go back to your house. I didn’t feel comfortable there.”
He looked disappointed and said “You mean you didn’t you enjoy it?”.
“I didn’t say that” I replied. “Just that I couldn’t relax, it’s not exactly private is it?”.
“Well, I could arrange somewhere else” he said.
I wasn’t exactly sure what he meant about “arrange”. I was looking nervously over his shoulder and could see J looking at us and grinning excitedly!
“I’m not sure, it’s difficult for me”. I said. I’d prepared myself several times over the past three weeks for what I was going to say to him when I next saw him like this, but now I couldn’t get any of my rehearsed lines out at all. I felt a bit embarrassed actually . . . and I felt as though everyone was looking at us.
“Could I have your cell, and we can talk sometime?” he asked.
“Why don’t you give me yours . . . and I’ll see.” I managed to answer.
“Be right back” he smiled as though my response was a definite ‘yes’.

As he disappeared, J returned with ‘that’ look on his face. “Well?” he asked, “what did you talk about?”
“He wants to give me his mobile no. so we can talk. He wants to ‘arrange’ another session” I giggled.
J was obviously loving it . . . and I felt a little more in control again. I felt flattered of course, and enjoyed being asked by someone so much younger than me, but what I really found more arousing was J being so excited by it as well.

We continued our session, with J giving me lots of ‘space’ and eventually R returned to give me one of the gym’s leaflets. He didn’t say anything, just smiled excitedly and turned away again. I opened the leaflet and saw his no. and “please call” scrawled along the bottom.

J was all over me as we walked to the car. “Call him tonight” he was saying. I told him not to be “so silly” and reminded him how upset he’d been at first, and how “risky” he’d said it had been getting involved with ‘someone at the gym’.

The children were both out when we got home and we fumbled and cuddled our way into the bedroom for a wonderfully passionate hour to take advantage of our excitement, and some precious time alone.

And no, I haven’t called R !!

Best wishes - Edith
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