I never thought of myself as a sexy woman. I’m average height for a Korean female, which is about five feet, five inches. I had long black hair that was done up in a knot behind my head and chocolate brown, almond-shaped eyes. Having run and stretched regularly, my body was limber and toned. My breasts were probably the least impressive part of me, but I didn’t care enough to do anything about them. The fantasies of a potential surgery ended with my twenties. Besides, I was happily married so I had no reason to want for a more appealing body. That didn’t explain why I was locked in a passionate embrace with a young man who was five years old when I had sex for the first time.
“Cindy,” Bradley pulled away. “I have a girlfriend.”
“I have a husband.” I whispered and pulled him back to me. His perfect lips were like a drug or a warm bath on a cold winter night. I didn’t want to leave the comfort and warmth of him. Bradley put his arm around my back as he gently pressed me up against the wall of the weight room.
“You have no idea how hard it’s been not to kiss you.” Bradley whispered and kissed my neck. I could feel his soft tongue lapping my jugular, flooding me with longing. His hand was on my small breast, massaging before he thumbed and pinched my nipple through my bra. His cock was between my legs and poking me through my and his pants. God he was huge. My hand went to that swollen bulge. I squeezed and Bradley reflexively looked to the ceiling. This Greek God of a man wanted to fuck and fill me with everything he had. Not just anyone: me. He wanted me.
I heard someone in the hall and we separated. I whirled out from between him and the wall and picked up the green medicine ball in the corner. I studied it like it was the most interesting thing in the world until I could confirm the coast was clear. Someone was just walking by to get to the water machine. Needless to say, we were done working out.
I went home, feeling guilty until I saw that Max and Clara were playing Halo 5 on the Xbox, happy and content with one another like I never existed. Of course, they weren’t having sex but intercourse isn’t the only activity that makes a powerful bond and connection. Max had been putting a lot of time into Clara. That just made me want to put a lot of time into Bradley.
I missed Bradley the next few sessions. He called in sick twice, and on the third time, I decided to go to the gym and find out why he was avoiding me. He could have just gone to a different gym or tell me he wasn’t interested, but he had to lie to me. What a surprise, he was there, and he was training some cute blond as well. It looked like they were having a good time. Seemed like everyone was doing great, my husband, my boyfriend–with the exception of me, unfortunately. I left without him noticing and didn’t plan to go back.
Bradley and I didn’t communicate for about three weeks. Then I had a minor fender-bender and had to put my Audi in the shop for the day. The shop was around the block from the gym and I decided I wasn’t going to let Bradley and his new girlfriend stop me from getting my exercise in. I told Max I’d call him when I was ready for a ride, but it was his work-out day too so I didn’t expect him to be quick about it. I put on my headphones and jogged the treadmill for an hour, feeling good and sweaty by the end.