It was a bright summer's day in late July and I knew where my object of affection would be, down the gym. Marcus Gordon.
He was tall, dark, and dashingly handsome with a dark beard and green eyes. Thirteen years ago, we had a sexy rendevous whilst I had been married to someone else. Since then, we've stayed real close but nothing has happened since then. We've flirted and he gives me random small gifts whenever he sees me so I know he still likes me more than a friend.
Today I thought I'd grab it by the bull and take a chance and give it a go with Marcus.
I opened the door to the sports centre and signed in at the reception. I went to the ladies' locker rooms and changed into a crop-tight sports bra and matching blue leggings. I tied my long dark brown hair back into a ponytail and then locked my bag up in a locker and pinned the locker key to my top.
I opened the door to the busy gym and walked in. I glanced around and spotted Marcus right at the back lifting weights. I walked on over and stood in between his spread-out legs admiring his manhood. I felt myself beginning to get wet.
Marcus sensed someone was there, so he placed the weight back on the rack and sat up, and looked shocked to see me.
"Brittany? What are you doing here?" he asked curiously. His eyes lingered down over my breasts. "Nice top."
I smiled. "Thank you," I replied.
"I ask again, what are you doing here?"
"Came to work out." I turned and went over to the exercise bike and climbed on slowly feeling his eyes on my behind.
An hour later, and the gym was quiet. It was just Marcus and I working out. I climbed off the bike just as Marcus stood off the weights seat dripping in sweat.
"Well, I better get going," I said turning to leave, but he grabbed my arm.
Our eyes met, our bodies tingling all over, passion and desire ran all over. We fell into each other's arms and kissed passionately.