It was less than two days before Valentine's Day and I was still celibate, horny, man-less and pathetic. So, after work, I grabbed a cab and headed for my favorite spot, the gym. I figured if I couldn't have a taste of my milk chocolate fantasy then I could at least look. Sure, I realized that this was a unique brand of self-imposed torture, but I somewhat enjoyed it.
After arriving at the gym around 5:30, I quickly changed into something bright, sexy, and tight. Now, of course I knew that you were supposed to wear something loose and comfortable when you work out. Whatever! You work out your way and I'll workout mine. Yes, I had weight loss goals, but I also had more important goals. My true goal was to capture Jonathan's attention and make him my man. The clingy, tight yoga outfit that I had on was just what I needed to help me accomplish that goal.
As I exited the locker room, I quickly scanned the large fitness center for my conquest –Jonathan. He was spotting a male client at a weight bench. His eyes brightened and a broad, sexy smile swept over his handsome face as I passed the weight room.
He had perfect, straight white teeth and thick, kissable lips. I resisted the impulse to move closer as I considered the many things I could do with that sexy mouth. God how I wanted to just run over there and mount his face, but I gave him a polite smile and a curt wave and headed for my first workout station. While tossing my hair to one side and callously looking over my shoulder, I noticed a faint – but discernable – glance in my direction.
Game on! He was obviously interested and ready to play ball. If I was going to seduce him before Valentine's Day, it was going to be now or never. I came to play, and I had no intentions of losing because on Valentine's Day, that hunk of vanilla chocolate was the only substance capable of satisfying my insatiable desire.
My first stop on my training regimen was the Fitness Quest Total Body Workout machine. I relaxed my back on the flat incline and adjusted my feet into the stirrups to start my leg lifts. I loved this machine because it gave my legs a nice stretch. It also gave me a clear view of the entire room, and I could watch Jonathan as he circulated around the gym.
“My, my, my... This new hot pink and black Body Armor yoga workout suit is doing the trick,” I thought as I caught a glimpse of Jonathan checking me out.
My yoga suit fitted me like a new pair of gloves and accentuated my undulating curves. Since I walked into the weight room, Jonathan had not lifted his gaze from my general direction. His eyes attempted to engage mine, but I pretended not to notice and concentrated on my workout.
While closing my eyes for a brief moment, I took a mental inventory of what I just witnessed on the other side of the room. It was obvious that Jonathan was completely off his game and totally captivated by me. He was distracted and could hardly help his client bench press the 100-pound weight. The poor guy lost his grip and the weights almost crushed him because Jonathan was too busy goggling my goodies. As Jonathan struggled to hold on to the metal bar, I felt even closer to my goal.
Oh yes, I'm looking absolutely edible in this outfit, but Jonathan is looking mighty fine as well, I thought with tiny burst of sweat covering my skin.
A black, long sleeve compression top with matching pants draped over his hardened exterior. With an iridescent shine that simmered under the large industrial lights, Jonathan’s compression top acted as a seductive suit of armor. Whether he knew it or not, Mr. Knight had my undivided attention in his sweat resistant armor. It should be illegal for a man to look that damn delicious. It should also be illegal for a well-endowed man to wear pants that grafted themselves to his bare skin. With deceptive glances – glances forbidden by most – Jonathan’s compression pants molded perfectly around his private parts in a way that wasn't private at all.
With the tension of his muscles and the compression of his clothes, Jonathan – this pristine man – had both my mouth and my coochie drooling simultaneously. I felt myself getting wetter and wetter as I thought about the length and the width of his smooth milk chocolate éclair. Suddenly, my skin felt cold as I begun to quiver from the projections of my imagination. “If only given the opportunity, 10 minutes would be enough to fulfill my deepest cravings. Hell! Just give me five minutes and I'll make it work,” I imagined with the weights pushing my body back.
As my fantasies rippled through my mind, I continued to fantasize and drift even deeper into my lascivious thoughts. Even though exercise was my exterior motive, I slipped even further into my warm thoughts. I was so deep in thought that I didn't even realize that Jonathan was standing over me.
“Serenity... Serenity! S-E-R-E-N-I-T-Y,” he said while putting special emphasis on my name. But my imagination continued to take a naughty turn.
“Yeah,” I said with my mouth slowly uttering the syllables of the word. My own voice startled me as I pulled my feet from the stirrups and sat up to look at him. “I'm sorry... I didn't hear you. Hi, did you need something?” I said.
“Yeah, kind of,” he chuckled, “Where were you? I called you like four times. You were a million miles away!”
“I'm sorry, I was deep in thought,” I smiled as our eyes met and lingered for an uncomfortable amount of time. My mouth began to water and I swallowed…I hoped to God I wouldn’t began to drool as we continued to ogle one another.
“Oh yeah, what has you so caught up that it made you lose track of everyone else?” Jonathan said. “Don't answer that right now,” he said while he moved closer to me. “Tell me over dinner.”
“Dinner? Are you asking me out, Mr. Knight?” I asked, while I pretended that I had no idea that I was on his radar.
“I most certainly am, Miss Champagne. Is it Miss? There isn’t a Mister, is there?”
“Yes, actually, there is.”
“Oh, I'm sorry; I didn't know. I just assumed you were single. Please forgive me. I didn't mean any disrespect.”
“No problem! Don't worry about it. Mr. Champagne is my father,” I said with a long giggle.
A broad sexy smile transformed Jonathan's handsome face as he said, “Wow! You almost ruined my day.”
“Sorry, it was just too easy,” I said.
“So, will you have dinner with me tonight, after your workout?”
“Sure!”
“Do you need to go home to change or something?”
“No, I have some things in my bag. I'll just shower and change here.”
“Okay, that's great. Well, meet me in my office when you're done and I'll take you to dinner,” he said with a grin as he stumbled over one of the weight machines.
Serenity scores! Game! Point! And Match!