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A Workout After Working Out
Date: 8/9/2015, Categories: Straight Sex, Author: bad_mann_ers, Rating: 11, Source: LushStories
took a moment to recompose herself. "What I would like is for you to look at me. Tell me what you see. Tell me what you were seeing earlier that you liked, but also things that you don't like." Her earnest expression almost broke me, and I almost allowed myself to answer right away. Instead, I stated, "I have always suspected that women are trained from birth to ask men loaded questions." I softened the accusation with a smile. She looked crestfallen. I allowed myself to fall a little into that trap. I reached out and lifted her chin up so she had to look at me. "Let me know when you never want to hear me speak again," I suggested. "Let me start with what I have seen before today. Because my schedule varies, I have only seen you at the gym a handful of times. You get along well with the night manager and you two both smile when you talk to each other. It is obvious that you respect her as much as she respects you." She seemed both proud and embarrassed as she said, "That's not exactly what I was asking." "I know. You want the good and the bad. I am giving you contrast. She is young, and I assumed you were closer to her age. Now I can see that you are closer to my age, probably in your early forties. You have a nice face, though you won't be picked to be on a fashion magazine. The lines around your eyes are there from smiling, not age." A bashful smile spread across her face, confirming my observation. "I really haven't been paying attention, but it seems like all I have ... seen you wear before were loose sweat shirts and baggy pants. The shirt you are wearing tonight is no different. It is loose and probably very comfortable, but it conceals your shape." "Like I have a shape," she said in an exacerbated tone. "Every woman has a shape," I stated. "We were both checking out some of yours, though we may have been seeing it differently." She blushed again. "Steve saw me with my shirt off," she explained. "I had spilled something on it and I took it off to dry it. I didn't know he was home. I caught him staring at me with the same look you had." "With your shirt pulled tight to highlight your form, I saw that your breasts are nicely shaped," I said. "Unless you have an amazing bra, they have very little sag. I admit that I have a breast fetish, and I would love to see yours. But I have another fetish. When breasts sit high and firm like yours, I love to kiss the ribs beneath them." As I spoke, she swallowed and then her lips parted expectantly. I did something that I normally wouldn't have done. I stepped close to her. My body was blocking anyone else from seeing. I put my hand on her hip, and then ran it up under her shirt to her ribs. "While you were checking out your bust line, I was lusting a touch of your skin right here." Her eyes were staring deep into mine as she allowed me to trace my thumb across her skin just below her bra. Suddenly, she slid a hand up my shoulder to my neck, and she pulled me down and she kissed me. My fingers dug into the ...