Story 5-chapter 3

It was a guy she had seen around the gym a few times before. They had said hello to one another a few times and chatted briefly, but that was about it.

She knew that his name was Rob. He was a well-built, athletic guy with a deep tan, a handsome face, and dark hair with dark green eyes. She had to admit that sometimes she liked to check him out when he was working out.

He was definitely one of the best-looking guys in the gym - and there seemed to be quite a lot of good-looking guys there anyway. He was in his mid-thirties - at least, that was what she thought. He looked great for his age.

"Hey!" He said when he saw her, "I thought I was all alone here."

"Same. What happened?"

"It looks as though someone has messed up and locked us in for the night!"

"You've got to be kidding me. Is there any way out of here?"

"I'm not sure. Come on, let's have a look around and see what we can find, shall we?"

"Sounds like a plan."

They walked around the empty corridors. There was still no one there.

They headed into reception. The lights were low.
"Looks like we really are stuck in here," he said.

"It certainly looks that way," she said.

He stopped and turned to her. She looked back at him with a little smile on her face. The way that he looked at her made her feel something stirring within her. It was as though something inside her flipped over.

There was a sense that something was about to happen. She felt suddenly nervous - more nervous than she had felt since she had first walked through the doors of that gym all those months ago.

Perhaps if something was going to happen here then it was only right that it happened here. This was where she had made the first changes in her life, maybe the next changes in her life should come from here as well. There was a nice kind of symmetry to that, she thought to herself.

She wasn't even sure if that made sense. At that moment her mind was racing, in turmoil, as she waited to see what was about to happen.

"You know," Robb said, "while we are here...I mean, if we're going to be stuck here for the entire night...there are certain things that we can do to
entertain ourselves."

"What kind of things do you have in mind?" she asked, a cheeky note in her voice. She was desperately trying to hide her nerves. She didn't want him to know how she really felt - how this was all a wholly new experience to her.

"I guess I'd better just show you," he said. And with that, he reached up and took hold of her face between both of his hands. She felt herself held by him - he was so firm and yet so gentle.

He pulled her face to him slightly as he bent down to her. Her eyes widened slightly and then she saw his eyes begin to close. She saw his lips part and then her own eyes closed, her own lips parted, and then their lips came together.

Her heart raced faster as she felt his lips brush over hers. She felt something pushing past her lips and she knew that his tongue was coming to her. Her tongue moved forward to meet it and they pushed at each other, moving back and forth, becoming one.

Her hands went to him. She took hold of his waist. He had a baggy T-shirt on but she pushed it in tight to take hold of his body.

He felt so strong, so powerful. She thought about what he looked like when he worked out. He had an incredible body and she wanted to feel more of it noW.
He pushed her back to one of the couches in the reception area.

Josy thought about all of the times that she had walked through that very same reception area - she thought about that first time when she had been so nervous and she thought about all the times after that as her confidence had grown and it had all become much more normal, much more comfortable, for her.

Now, something else was happening in the reception. Now she knew that whatever else happened here this day, whenever she walked through here again it would stir a whole new collection of memories, of feelings, and she would never be the same ever again. She couldn't wait to see just what form those memories would take.

As they reached the couch, she sat down on it. She looked up at him, standing over her. She waited for him, waited to see what he would do next, what he wanted to do to him.

He was looking down at her, perhaps enjoying his own thoughts about what he was going to do to her.
Then he sat down beside her.

He reached out and stroked her face and then he leaned in to kiss her again.

This time she was ready for her, her mouth opening to meet his, her lips as it searched for his mouth.
He leaned over her, kissing her.

One of her hands went up behind his head, her fingers pushing through his short hair, taking hold of a bunch of it and giving it a light tug before she spread her fingers out and held the back of his head, wanting to hold him close to her, feeling as though she never wanted this kiss to ever end.

She leaned back on the couch. She felt his hand go to her leg. She was wearing cycling shorts that ended slightly above her knees. His hand rested on her knee at first, the bare skin of his palm on her bare knee, feeling her own skin tingling at his touch.

His hand moved up her leg, onto her well-toned thigh. She wished that her shorts were even shorter - in fact, she found herself wishing that they weren't there at all and that she could feel his hand touching the skin of her thigh. But the shorts were thin enough, tight enough, she could feel enough at least for now.


His hand moved further up her body. She was wearing a sports bra and there was plenty of exposed skin on her midriff for his hand to explore.

He settled his hand on the side of her body to start with. She wanted him to feel more of her - she wanted him to feel her body, feel how good it was, feel how hot she was, how firm and toned her body was.

She didn't have to wait too long. He wanted to explore her body himself.

His hand moved around to the front of her body and rested on her stomach.

She felt her breathing as her stomach rose and fell and the pressure of his hand on her stomach changed with every breath.

His hand moved further across her stomach and his thumb settled on her belly button. It felt incredibly intimate somehow to be touched by him in this way. His thumb moved back and forth over the indentation of her belly button and then he moved it in tiny little circles.

She felt her body shiver slightly at the sensation.
Then he moved his hand back and forth over her stomach.

Her hand that had been on the back of his head moved down slightly. She didn't have to hold him there, she knew that now. There was no chance that he was going anywhere, after all. He was right where he wanted to be.

She took hold of the base of his neck and gave it a slight squeeze, massaging the muscles there gently.
Her other hand went to his back. She could feel the expanse of muscles that crossed his back.

She stroked them and then her hand slid further down to the bottom of his T-shirt. As he had bent down, a bare section of his back had been exposed. When her hand found it she felt a thrill of excitement.

His skin, his body, felt incredible. She rested her hand on his bare skin. She could feel the heat coming from him. Once again she found herself thinking about how he looked when he worked out, the way that his skin glowed, his muscles worked, and the way that he got a light covering of sweat.

She could feel that there was still a sheen of sweat on him. It made her hungry for him.

She moved her hand up beneath the back of his T-shirt and felt more of his body. She moved both of her hands to take hold of his T-shirt. She pulled at it. He broke the kiss and took his hands away from her body so that he could grab hold of the T-shirt and pull it off himself, making the whole operation even quicker.

He wanted to get things moving forward as quickly as he could, and that was just fine with her.

When he had his top off, she looked at his body. She felt the desire inside her burn even hotter, even brighter. He looked incredible.

He leaned down to kiss her again and her hands went to his body, moving over his muscles.

This time it was her who broke the kiss so that she could bend down to kiss his body. She kissed his hard pecs and then she licked them, licked the sweat on his body, hungry for him.

She could hear him breathing more heavily now and she knew that this time it wasn't a result of him working out - at least, not yet - but it was his desire that she could hear now.