He looked up at her inquisitively. Undeniably gorgeous, even though her dark red hair was damp with sweat, the crimson locks accentuated her piercing, emerald green eyes and pale, freckled skin, and gave her the classical “redhead” type of look.
“What’s that?” he asked, catching himself staring again.
“I’ve been wanting to do some sets on the bench press as well as some squats, but my jack-ass husband won’t ever come work out with me. I have to rely on the kindness of strangers.”
He chuckled. “Of course,” he said. “Your choice,” he said, waving her forward to the squat rack.
As she stepped in front of him, he took the opportunity to look at, and enjoy, her finely-toned ass, rippling sexily beneath the tight work-out shorts she was wearing.
He raised an eyebrow in appreciation, then saw that she was watching him in the mirror and snickered as he realized he’d been caught.
“Sorry,” he said, blushing a bit.
“It’s fine,” she said. “It’s part of the deal when you come work out. I’m just flattered you find some married broad attractive.”
He chuckled, figuring that she wanted him to be a little flirty with her.
“Hot is hot,” he said, “married or not.”
She laughed, covering her face. “Oh my…” she said.
“Corny right?” he asked. “I hear that all the time.”
“Totally… but in a good way, though,” she assured him. “How about squats first?” she asked.
“Your choice, gym-girl,” he said, shrugging.
“‘Gym-girl’,” she repeated as she nodded at him. “I like that. I’ll have to come up with a name for you if this becomes a regular work-out thing.”
He laughed. “Gotta keep it anonymous or it just gets weird.”
“Totally,” she agreed. “I can’t really tell my husband that some cute guy was checking my ass out if I don’t know his name, now can I?”
He chuckled, enjoying that she thought he was cute.
“That’s the one,” she said. “Cute-guy,” she said with a wink.
“Ha, wow,” Dex replied, sighing. “Cute-guy and Gym-girl sound like the lamest superheroes ever.”
She laughed loudly at that and covered her mouth quickly.
“You first,” she said, shaking her head. “I get to check out the goods now.”
He chuckled and went about changing the weights on the bar. Stepping up, he got in position and readied himself.
“Nice dumper,” she said, making him laugh. Shaking his head, he turned around.
“No making me laugh when I’m lifting, you’ll make me sprain my ass or something,” he joked.
She giggled, then made a zipping motion across her lips.
After a quick set, he took a break, then did one more. Once he finished, he switched out the weights and put on the ones she wanted.
“You’re gonna have to show me how to do this,” she said, looking over at him. “Don’t be afraid, I won’t bite.”
He chuckled, shaking his head and stepping up close as she got underneath the bar. Giving her instructions, he moved to within a foot or so from her and pointed out where to hold the bar and how to start.
“‘kay,” she said, nodding at him. “Back up and ogle the butt,” she said, even giving him a quick hip wiggle.
He laughed but conceded to move back a bit. He fought a chuckle, not wanting to point out that she didn’t really need a spotter, but also aware that she was hot and flirting with him. So he wisely shut the hell up. Her ass looked incredible as she bent low, poking out, and then flexing as she stood back up. After ten reps, she set the bar down, breathing hard and rubbing at her left cheek and wincing.
“Pull something?” he asked.
She shook her head. “It’s just not used to that kind of punishment,” she said, then realized how that sounded and cackled out loud, covering her face. “I didn’t mean it like that,” she said, giggling a minute later.
“Mmmhmm,” he said, looking down at her, disbelief in his expression. “No, no, I totally believe you.”
“Okay, Cute-guy, be nice to the married lady,” she said. “You’re supposed to be making me feel sexy and desired.”
He chuckled, shaking his head. “Get back to ogling your goodies, got it.”
“Precisely,” she said. “Can we just go do bench presses?” she asked. “I’ve done that before. I don’t want to really pull a butt muscle.”
He nodded. “I’m not gonna do any though, you go ahead. I don’t want to get crushed when those spindly arms drop the weight on my chest.”
She cackled again, and he was glad that she had a good sense of humor. There was also something very exciting about how they weren’t introducing themselves. He could handle being called “Cute-guy”.
After she set her weight, she took a drink of water and caught her breath, then got into position on the bench. Dex got into his spot and stood close but not too close, then spotted her as she started to lift. She did two sets, then started a third and got into trouble. As he stepped up and grabbed the bar, her eyes went wide. He quickly realized that he’d stepped a little too close, and she’d seen up his shorts.
“Jesus Christ,” she said, laughing and fighting to push the bar up while he scrambled to catch it and lift it off her. She rolled to her side on the bench as he put the bar back into place, clutching her stomach. He sighed, chuckling at her reaction.
“I did not expect that!” she said a minute later, catching her breath after she was finally able to stop giggling.
“You okay?” he asked, mildly embarrassed that she’d seen his dick.
“Are you?” she asked and looked down at his crotch. Apparently, it was accidental, and she cackled again, covering her face and saying, “I can’t, I can’t.”
He chuckled a bit, then sighed in dismay, shaking his head. “Focus,” he said, snapping his fingers.
She sat up straight and saluted, causing him to chuckle.
“It’s probably best if we stop being so helpful to each other after that little revelation,” she said, blushing.
“I’m sorry,” he said. “I wasn’t trying to…”
She shook her head. “No, I’m the one that’s sorry,” she cut him off. “I just… didn’t expect that.”
He chuckled. “Well, I’m glad I could help, but you’re probably right. I don’t want to get anyone in trouble, you or me. I don’t do jealous husbands.”
She giggled, nodding. “It’s pretty obvious that mine is the jealous type, isn’t it,” she said. “But he’s got money, so…” she shrugged.
“Well, Gym-Girl, it was fun,” he said, standing and offering her a pleasant look. “I’m gonna finish up and head home to my girlfriend.”
“Thanks for showing me a few things,” she said playfully.
“Hah,” he said, rolling his eyes. “It was an accident.”
“Mmmhmm,” she said, offering him a wink as she turned, heading for her water bottle.
Dex went back to the locker room and got his stuff together. He briefly thought about taking a shower, but decided he’d just do it at home. After throwing everything in his bag, he picked it up off the floor and left the locker room, phone and keys in his free hand.
Gym-Girl was heading into the girl’s locker room when he emerged, and she stopped when she saw him.
“Thanks for the help,” she said. “You gonna start to come on Saturdays?”
He was quiet for a moment, wondering how much of a good idea that was. “I could be persuaded to,” he said after a few seconds, offering a wry grin.
She snickered, then reached for his phone and held it up. “Want my number to text me?” she asked. “Totally just for workout purposes, Cute-Guy. Definitely don’t need any inappropriate pictures of anything.”
As she finished, she slowly and deliberately looked down his chest to his crotch. He sighed in amusement, shaking his head, then typed his passcode in the phone. Gym-Girl took his phone and tapped a few times on it, then started to put in her contact info.
“There you go,” she said.
He took it and saw that she’d called herself “Gym-Girl”. He chuckled.
“Thanks,” he said. “I’ll let you know if I can be here next Saturday.”
She waved. “Bye, Cute-Guy.”
“Bye, Gym-Girl,” he replied, walking past.
Unable to stop himself, he glanced back a few steps later and admired her ass as she went into the locker room. Blowing a stream of air out in a show of disbelief, he shook his head and went out to his truck. Once he started it up and was headed for home, he began wondering what his girlfriend had managed to get up to while he’d been away.
*****
Jessie
Earlier that morning…
Yawning, Jessie turned and saw Dexter sleeping with his mouth open, drooling into his pillow. She sighed happily, laying there quietly and enjoying the sensations she was feeling.
The cover felt nicely cool on her flesh, the satiny texture prickling her skin whenever she moved. The air was nice and cool in his room, giving her an excuse to bundle up and snuggle close to him. His bed was decently comfortable, enough for a good night of rest. All in all, it was a great setup that her boyfriend had, and she was glad that whoever had chosen it had such good taste.
Her tummy rumbled faintly as she lay there, and she felt some mild hunger pangs follow. Sighing, she slipped out of bed as silently as she could, then tiptoed out of the room and slowly shut the door, not bothering search for her clothes for fear of making noise.
Taking a pit stop in Dex’s bathroom, she started doing her morning duties. After finishing, she hopped in the shower and washed up from the night before, happily thinking about all that had happened.
Jessie realized then, standing in the hot water of her boyfriend’s shower, that she was happier than she’d ever been in her life. True, she hadn’t had too much adversity, and she’s always been generally happy, but this was still no contest.
Dexter was a wonderful boyfriend that doted on her every whim. He loved getting oral sex from her, which, for a girl like Jessie, was super-important. He was well-endowed, and while not having a big dick wasn’t a deal breaker for her, it was an advantage when it came to sex.