Camille entered the gym not knowing what to expect.  This was the first time in her life she’d ever been in one.  She liked it.  She liked all those hard, sweaty bodies with bulging muscles that rippled when they pushed some iron.  She could definitely hang out here.  She even felt sexy here.  The fact she was wearing her favorite bra and panty set under her tight skirt and button up blouse might have something to do with it, but being in the presence of all these fitness buffs gave her a little chill up her spine.  Maybe it was those pheromones she’d heard about.  She’d definitely learn more about that if this is how they made you feel, and if it meant spending time watching these guys.

Camille was so caught up in watching everyone she didn’t notice the man that had approached her.  She heard a faint voice, “Can I help you ma’am?”  She gave a half turn only to find herself staring at a rather broad, tight chest.  Her nose was almost touching this fabulous set of muscles.  She stepped back slightly to look at the face that was attached to this rippling mass of human flesh; she was speechless.  Before her was a Greek God, he had to be.  She’d never seen a more perfect specimen of man in all her life, and she had witnessed some pretty nice looking men at the country club.  This one was the god of god’s, in the flesh.  He must be 6’5”, long, thick, jet black hair, and eyes were blue like shimmering pools of light.  He was stunningly gorgeous.

She could sense he was checking her out too.  She couldn’t believe a man of his build with chiseled muscles would check out a full figured gal like her.  She wasn’t overweight, but all those other women in here were so thin and toned; surely they caught his eye more than her.  Weren’t all fit people into other fit people?  Or maybe he didn’t like those skinny girls, maybe he preferred cuddling up with a woman of substance.

“I’m here to get in shape”, she stammered, knowing her mouth had to be gaped open.

“You look to be in great shape to me, if you don’t mind me saying so.”  He noticed her moist lips, he wanted to taste them.  He was mesmerized by Camille.  He never took too much to the skinny type girls that hung out at gyms, bouncing around to their aerobic music; afraid they’d gain a pound and form a shape other than stick lady.  Yes, Camille was a woman he could get wrapped up in, literally.

“Thank you”, she blushed, “I just want to tone up and get healthy.”

“Well, I’m more than sure we can take care of that.  Step into my office so we can work out the details.”

Camille’s heart fluttered as she followed the god-man into his secluded office.

© Patti Stafford

“I’m making lemon ice box pie, silly”, she replied in a playful voice.  She knew it always turned him on when she made desert and spoke in a mischievous tone.  She licked a bit off her finger to tease him with; she knew it would drive him wild.

Jake approached her, pulled her long tresses out of the way so he could nibble on her ear as he ran his warm hands down the curve of her hips.  “That’s going to get you in trouble.  We should go back upstairs and let me take advantage of you in this outfit.”

“You know we can’t.  The party starts in an hour and we’re already behind schedule.”  Jessie was an event planner and had every detail of her day always planned down to the last millisecond, except when it was play time.  She scheduled plenty of that in, but not today.  Today was too busy to be messing around in the bedroom.  It would be a late night so he didn’t figure she’d planned any fun time for later either.

He gave her one last nibble, “But you’re so hot and I want you so bad.  You know you shouldn’t be doing this to me on an important event like today.”

“But it keeps you on your toes, sweetie.  Now go get dressed.”  She gave him a quick peck as he hung his head, and turned to go upstairs.  She loved teasing him, although today she was being a bit facetious.

The event went off without a hitch, just as Jessie had planned.  She paid great attention to detail and even planned in mishaps and total disasters; she was that good she thought to herself.  It was a long and tiresome day and she was glad to be home.  She loved the end of the night when she and Jake came home together.

Jake headed to the kitchen, as usual.  “I wish you’d made an extra pie, I missed out on all of it at the party.”

“I’m sorry, sweetie”, Jessie replied as she headed upstairs.  “I’m sure you’ll find some kind of sweet treat to satisfy your craving.  Just look around, but don’t take too long.  I’m really tired tonight.”

Jake grunted.  On second thought he was too tired for a late night snack and decided to just head on up to bed with his gorgeous lady.  He was ready to crawl under the covers, pull her close and fall asleep with his face in her golden hair.

As he approached the top of the stairs a movement caught his eye that startled him.  Jessie was already in bed so who was in the house?  He turned on the dim hall light to find Jessie waiting for him- in that outfit he loved so much.  She had that come here look; he also loved that.

“Did you find a sweet treat?” she purred.

“I believe I did and I’m going to savor every bit of it”, as a smile spread across his face.

© Patti Stafford