Pumping Iron
by Carla <tristar152@hotmail.com>

I hadn't realized how dark it is at 5:30 a.m. until this morning. It was 
my first day of work at Smith, Kline Dodson and Roarke a well 
established and extremely well connected law firm in Northeast San 
Antonio. On my first interview with the Director of Personnel, I was 
informed that the firm prided itself on it's Christian, pro-life, 
politically motivated focus and I was expected to conform to the tenants 
of the charter should I wish to be hired. Needing to become employed on 
a full time basis after my recent divorce, I determined it was not the 
time to share every one of my inner secrets. I had no doubt in my mind 
that I could function very well in the company environment without 
compromising either mine or their individual beliefs.

Oh, by the way, I felt it was inappropriate on the first interview to 
share with the Director of Personnel that I was a lesbian and had been 
for as long as I could remember. Although I felt very devout in my 
religious beliefs, I fully realized that my church did not share my zeal 
for an alternate lifestyle. It was considered in conflict with the 
teachings of my faith. However, feeling strongly that God is the only 
one to make that decision on how my life has been lived, I decided to 
leave the judgment solely in his hands for my own individual day of 
reckoning. 

As far as the pro-life aspect of their corporate policy, I had no 
problem with that. I did not necessarily agree with abortion. In fact, 
it was always a frightening prospect to consider what my individual 
decision would be should I become pregnant and not be in the position to 
bring the child into this world as my own. For the child's sake I had to 
feel pro-life was the key however, in my inner soul, I knew that 
pro-choice would be of greatest importance should the situation arise.
The political arena was another story entirely. I had developed quite a 
political interest over the past few years. The fact that I had chosen 
to cast my vote as a Democrat may not have sat well with the founding 
fathers of the firm. But, as long as my political views were not 
challenged on a personal vein, my choice of political affiliation 
remained my own secret and not one I would readily choose to discuss at 
any length. The Christian Coalition is historically more aligned with 
the Republican Party and that was far from my political choice in light 
of my sexual orienttion.

As part of my corporate benefits package, I was to receive a membership 
at a local health club. Most of the partners and associates spent lunch 
hour at the club either playing tennis, racquetball, squash or enjoying 
the lap pool or nautilus facilities. In my mind, any activity that made 
me run too fast or too far was double the amount of exercise I was to 
need in a day and I chose to swim or lift as part of my daily routine. 
Monday, Wednesday and Friday had been earmarked for nautilus and the off 
days, Tuesday, Thursday and Saturday were for laps in the pool. I had 
successfully swimming distance to just over 2 miles a week. That was 
more than enough exercise in itself. I felt confident that my body 
needed no further torture and the fact that I was well toned and quite 
shapely showed my own inner commitment had been fulfilled.

Lunch time today would provide me the opportunity to become certified on 
the equipment at the health club. This certification made certain I was 
aware of the operation of the nautilus area, the correct equipment 
settings and weight loads as well as the rules of etiquette expected 
from each club member. I looked forward to receiving my fitness card. It 
had been almost two weeks without any appreciable amount of exercise 
since I moved from New Orleans. Settling in and doing all the "new move" 
activities was enough to run me ragged. A long hard sweaty workout was 
what I needed to get back on track.

The morning went by quickly as I reviewed the cases pending on the 
corporate docket. As a new associate I could expect to receive a heavy 
load of low profile, less attractive cases which were beneath the 
dignity and expertise of the partners and senior associates. I didn't 
mind. My original focus had been Legal Service law during my last year 
in law school. There the cases are not very exciting. Mostly 
landlord/tenant disputes, divorces and civil suits. Anything was going 
to be fine with me. Everyone had to "pay their dues" and now was a good 
time to start. I felt fortunate to have "hitched my wagon to a rising 
star" in Smith, Kline, Dodson and Roarke. In my mind, things could have 
gotten much better.

The Health Club was conveniently situated less than a block from the 
office just South of Rt. 281 and Blanco Rd. The Kroger supermarket had 
closed almost three years ago and, although the building had been leased 
by Texas Warehouse for almost a year, that hadn't lasted either. The 
developer had realized that after two years of vacancy, the space had to 
be renovated for something other than a supermarket facility in order to 
be marketable. When Health Works, Inc. approached the developer about 
leasing the space, the building was literally gutted and remodeled to 
accommodate the requirements of a fitness facility. The large parking 
area, accessibility and proximity to retail as well as area restaurants 
made it a highly profitable location. The owners were going to make 
money here, and that was for certain.

Expecting the parking to be filled during lunch hour, I took the 
opportunity to walk the block South on Rt. 281. It was a glorious April 
afternoon and I was thrilled that spring had arrived. Although San 
Antonio never stays cold for very long during the winter months, the 
break in the weather is always a signal of summer and it's array of 
activities. The area was filled with activities galore. Between Fiesta 
Texas, Sea World, the Alamo Plaza and other historical sites in the 
area, San Antonio rested 3 hours due West of Houston and 5 hours South 
of Dallas. Once I got situated with work and organized in a routine, I 
could begin to enjoy what was available in the areas around my newfound 
home.
 
"Hi, I'm Dana Delaney." I said to the receptionist at the front desk. 

"I'm a new associate at Smith, Kline , Dodson and Roarke," 

"Do you have an introduction card with the name of your training 
associate?" she asked in a somewhat less than courteous manner.

Noticing her nametag identified her as Sandee, Training Supervisor, I 
wondered what type of customer service skills she would be imparting to 
her employees. Taking notice of the fact that I was staring at her name 
tag, Sandee paused and began to comment.

"I'm sorry, I didn't sound all that happy to greet you did I?"

Realizing this was the perfect opportunity to say `that's right, you 
didn't', I paused before I spoke. I'd had bad days myself and the 
customer service business was one which was continually filled with 
people who had bad days, bad nights or just didn't like life. She had to 
face it all. Somedays it could not have been that easy to face such a 
myriad of bad situations or ill mannered individuals with a smile.

"That's okay. It must have been a tough morning," I replied with a 
smile.

"It certainly has been!" She smiled and was noticeably relieved I was 
understanding and not taking her behavior personally. 

"I had to dismiss one of my employees today and that has left me her 
portion of the workload in addition to my own. In fact, I'll be your 
training associate whenever you are ready."

"Can you direct me to the locker room so I can change," I asked 
inquisitively.

"Through the double doors and the Ladies Locker Room is the fourth door 
on the right. You'll find a exit door from the Locker Room directly into 
the Nautilus area. Just grab a towel and I'll meet you on the floor in 
10 minutes." 

Looking back down towards the counter I could see she had relaxed a bit 
but the stress was still visible on her face. By the time I reached the 
double doors she shouted behind me "Dana, do you need a lock for your 
locker?"

"No thanks, I brought one with me," I replied. "Thanks anyway."
The facility had opened less than a year ago and the hallways still had 
that smell of freshly painted walls. The decor was light and airy, 
pastel colors and tastefully decorated. The locker room had two long 
walls of lockers with benches in front. Bins of newly laundered towels 
were maintained in the locker area as well as beside the showers and an 
area had been designated for soiled linens destined to be returned to 
the laundry. The 7 showers were continually cleaned and maintained 
during the day and miniature bottles of shampoo and body soap were 
provided for the convenience of each guest. Nothing seemed to be 
lacking. There were hair dryers along the mirrored vanity and disposable 
combs, razors and personal hygiene supplies were available upon request. 
This was heaven and I was loving it.

I chose a locker near the shower area, donned my sports bra and nylon 
running shorts and a clean pair of socks from my bag. My Reeboks were 
becoming worn and had been relegated to the "indoor fitness scene". I 
locked my locker, grabbed a towel from the bin at the far end of the 
lockers and headed out into the fitness area. 

Sandee had arrived ahead of me . She was resetting the machines to 15 
lbs each until she could determine what weight level was an appropriate 
starting point for my strength. My application had shown experience with 
Nautilus over the past 4 years in Louisiana while attending Law School. 
So, I at least knew what I was doing. The certification process was more 
of a formality. Sandee realized this but knew that it was obligatory for 
insurance reasons that an initial certification be performed. 

"Did you find everything okay?" Sandee looked straight into my eyes when 
she asked and it caught me off guard. 

"Sure, not a problem," I said. "Everything was right there for me."

"Great, let's get started." 

We worked the machines making the usual circuit and Sandee explained the 
meaning of the repetitions and correct machine settings almost as if 
pre-programmed for speech. The number of times she had been required to 
give this spiel were probably too numerous to count. But, after the 
first hundred or so, it had to just roll off her tongue with very little 
effort or thought.

After we completed the rotation, I got the tour of the facility during 
my cool down. 

"Here's the pool area if you'd like to use it on your off days. You 
don't do Nautilus every day do you?" Knowing that the body needed a day 
in between workouts to recoup energies, my routine had been set well 
within the anticipated limits. 

"Why, do I look like a lifter?" I said eliciting a chuckle from Sandee 
in return .

"Good, that's how it should be. You may not look like a lifter but, 
looks can be deceiving." 

Sandee pointed to the court areas and poked her head into the restaurant 
to check on the special of the day. Soup and pita stuffed with chicken 
salad. She rarely brought lunch as she noted meals were part of her own 
benefit package at the club. 

"You'd enjoy the food here," she said. "I have at least one of my meals 
here each day and dinner also if I pull a double shift during the 
weekend."

We finished the tour with a look at the sauna and jacuzzi area and 
Sandee made a point of taking me into the sauna to show me the 
thermostat and controls. She considered them temperamental and felt a 
quick orientation of their idiosyncrasies was appropriate.

"Sometimes these are stubborn when you try to set them," she noted as 
she attempted to set the timer for 15 minutes. "See, it's doing it 
again. If you have problems, just reset back to the left of zero and it 
should begin to work."

We'd spent almost 5 minutes in the sauna trying to set the timer and I 
noticed Sandee had begun to sweat. Her arms glistened as the sweat beads 
began to grow along her shoulders. Her temples were perspiring and the 
outline of her cheeks were accentuated by the outlines of perspiration 
draining down her chin to her awaiting chest below. I thought what a 
lovely woman she was. No ring. No apparent impediments to a 
relationship. Maybe someday I'd have the opportunity to really know her. 
But, not today.

"There it goes," Sandee said in a triumphant voice. "Let me know if you 
have any problems."

"Thanks I said," sitting down on the bench to rejuvenate my body from 
the workout. 

Closing my eyes, I felt relaxed, I felt refreshed and I felt whole 
again. A great job, a great workout and I had met a woman I felt 
attracted to. I felt as if `I had it all'.

Weeks went by before I saw Sandee at the club again. She had taken a few 
weeks personal leave following the death of her Mother. When she 
returned to the club, I saw her working out on her own time, just trying 
to focus her mind on something other than the pain she had been feeling 
over her loss.

"Sandee, how's it going?" I asked in a light yet supportive tone. 

"Working out yourself I see -- just trying to make the rest of us look bad
huh?"

"I doubt I could do that." Sandee replied quietly, continuing her 
workout.

Realizing she was lost in thought, I watched her on the machines as I 
completed my own rotation. She was about 4 machines ahead of me . Twelve 
repetitions, reset the seat, wipe the cushion, reset the weights and 
move on to the next. Over and over I watched her, pressing hard, pushing 
her body to the limits. About half way through the rotation she was 
working calf raises while I was preparing to do bench press. I noticed 
the weight belt ran low on her lower hips and buttocks and beads of 
sweat were draining down the inner portion of her thighs. Each raise 
caused her calves to tighten and as my eyes drew upwards, I noticed her 
cheeks pressing tighter together with each raise of the toe. She had a 
wonderfully fit body. I would say 5'7" of perfection. About 110 pounds, 
well toned and well disciplined. Watching her raise and lower herself 
made me feel hot and I could feel my self getting wet. I was no longer 
wet from the sweat of my own workout, I was wet from my overwhelming 
desire for her. She had captured my mind, my spirit and she didn't even 
realize the hold she had developed over my soul. 

Her last machine was designed to strengthen the abdomen and lower back. 
Facing away from me I saw her set the machine for 40 lbs. Leaning 
gingerly against the back rest she pressed over backwards providing a 
wonderful view of her 36" D cup breasts leaning slighty out of her 
sports bra. I was dumstruck. Her breasts were round, supple and quite 
firm and the nipples remained hidden beneath the textures of her bra. I 
would have loved to touch them but that could be dangerous. I'd taken on 
the `don't ask, don't tell fascade' and breaking from that decision could 
jeopardize my position at the firm. Nothing was worth that right now. 
I then made a fatal mistake. I failed to check my own weights on the leg 
raises. The pin had been pulled and not replaced when Sandee had 
completed her set and I was so mesmerized by her body that I had failed 
to check it myself. With the first rotation, the pulley's jerked up 
suddenly, the first plate slapped to the frame and I felt my knee lock 
as I had no resistance whatsover to halt it's upward motion. I was in 
pain. Stabbing, sharp pain. Grasping the outside of my left knee, I 
leaned forward pressing my head tightly into my lap hoping to circumvent 
the pain which was radiating through my lower body. It wasn't working. 
Sandee had heard the clang of the plate as it hit the machine and at 
once she realized what had happened.

"I am so sorry Dana," she said leaning over my pain ravaged body in 
despair. "I forgot to reset the pin before I went on to the next 
machine."

I could smell her scent as she loomed above me and I began to focus less 
on the pain and more on her. She had laid down the back rest on the 
cushion and instructed me to lay back. I think she was afraid I might 
faint. Placing a towel behind my neck I felt a droplet of her 
perspiration land squarely on my left check. I wiped it gently with my 
hand and placed my wrist across my eyes hoping to bring her scent closer 
to my consciousness. 

"I'm fine," I said quietly. "I just need to rest a moment. 

"Let me get some ice for your knee. Don't move." Sandee grabbed her own 
towel, placed it around her long slender neck and wiped her face as she 
maneuvered herself back towards the first aid closet in the corner. They 
maintained a small supply cabinet in each workout area for just this 
type of situation. Sandee grabbed an individual ice packet, cracked it 
on the ground and began rubbing it vigorously between her palms. The icy 
cold feeling was almost immediate as the chemicals mixed with the liquid 
forming frigid relief. It had to be cold because a chill went right up 
each of her arms. Goose flesh appeared and her nipples stood straight 
and tall to greet me. What a thrill I had received. She had given me the 
best medicine of all and hadn't even realized it.

After twenty minutes, the ice had helped to stall off any immediate 
swelling. Sandee helped me to the locker room and I attempted to shower. 
Realizing going back to work was not a viable option, I contacted my 
secretary and asked to receive half of a personal day so I could go home 
and put my leg up. No problem at work. It was Friday afternoon and no 
heavy cases had to be dealt with this close to the weekend. 

"Do you need any help in the shower?" Shouted Sandee.

I would have loved some help in the shower, help lathering my own supple 
breasts with soap, or swirling body wash across the well shaven mound 
surrounding my throbbing clit. As I stood motionless beneath the tepid 
rush of water, I closed my eyes and thought only of her touch. Quickly 
realizing a response to her question was required, I said "No, I think I 
have it. Thanks."

"Let me know when you're done, I'll help you from the shower area over 
to the bench to get dressed." 

"I'm done." I said quickly. 

Rinsing my face one last time and stroking myself all over I opened the 
curtain and reached for a towel on the rack to the left. We both grabbed 
for the same towel at just the same exact moment and we both were 
startled. I released my grip and allowed her to hand me the towel. 
Attempting to steady myself I leaned squarely against the marble shower 
entrance and felt a cold chill rush up and down my spine. Sandee looked 
up with a start when she heard me screech and smiled softly when she 
realized what I had done.

"Cold isn't it," she said. "I do that all the time." 

I attempted to dry myself quickly and after Sandee helped me to the 
locker area, I gathered my clothes and placed the rest of my workout 
gear back in the locker. I wasn't certain how long this injury might 
keep me out of the club so I made certain everything was in it's place 
before I left. 

"Oh damn," I remarked.

"What's wrong?" asked Sandee.

"I just realized I walked down here from the office and it's all uphill 
going back. I'll have to call a cab."

"Nonsense," Sandee replied. "I insist on driving you home. I'm not on 
shift at all today and there's no way you're going to be able to drive 
with that knee anyway." 

How lucky could I have been? Sandee was driving me home. This was 
working out much better than I could have ever imagined. The apartment 
was straightened, the bathroom had been cleaned and I was in great shape 
to entertain. But, would she be interested in coming in? That was the 
real question.

"Let's go," Sandee said. "I've got your bag, you've got your keys and 
now all I need are directions to your place. 
Realizing that I'd have long hours and not one to make late night drives 
unless I had to, I had rented an apartment less than a mile from the 
office on Huebner Rd. In fact, on a nice morning, I thought it would be 
a nice walk into work. If I was tired in the afternoon, I could always 
get a ride from one of the other associates or call a cab when I needed 
one.

"Take a right out of the parking lot here and make the first left on 
Huebner. My apartment is about four blocks up on the left. "

"Vista Del Mar Apartments was nestled among a small grove of scrub oak 
trees and took on the look of a desert paradise. The pool had been built 
adjacent to my wing of the building and it would be very convenient come 
late spring or summer evenings after a long day at the office. To the 
left of the pool was a hot tub which was available now if anyone of the 
residents were interested. Not too many takers though since it was the 
walk back to your apartment that was the torture, not the temperature of 
the hot tub itself.

"Mine is the last apartment on the first floor of the C Wing." I said as 
we entered the parking lot from Huebner. " My space is just in front of 
my door. You might as well park there since my car is still at the 
office."

I realized I'd need to call the office and make certain they knew my car 
would be there at least overnight. Otherwise, Security would have the 
car towed to the impound lot. That was the last thing I needed to worry 
about right now. 

"Let me help you inside," said Sandee. She picked up my gear and opened 
my door. Her empty right arm had been saved to help steady me. My knee 
was actually feeling better and I almost felt silly asking for any help 
at all. But, I wanted the opportunity to have her in and this gave me 
the opportunity I had needed.

"You sit here on the couch while I get more ice from the freezer." 
Sandee headed to the kitchen and filled a plastic grocery bag as full as 
she could. Reaching for a dish towel to absorb some of the cold, Sandee 
returned to the living room and rested the towel and bag gently on my 
slightly bruising knee.

"I never noticed all these scars before," she said.

Having played basketball in college and having torn the entire 
cartiledge of my left knee in one game my senior year, I had endured 
three arthroscopic surgeries over the past 5 years. My knee had been 
left to look like a `poster child' for the Rand McNally Road Atlas. 
Sandee began to run her fingers up and down the scars, gently pressing 
on them and massaging my injured knee along side of the ice pack. 

"That feels good," I said.

"What does, the ice or the massage?" Sandee looked me straight in the 
eye and raised her left eyebrow just enough to elicit my undivided 
attention. 

"Actually, both feel pretty good right about now." 

I rested my hand on hers and looked deeply into her eyes. I could see 
pain. I think it was the pain of her Mom's passing, the pain from her 
guilt regarding my injury and just a sense of exhaustion from what she 
had gone through mentally over the past few months. Sandee was drained. 
We didn't speak much. Both of us just sat there staring at each other as 
if to try and read each other's mind. 

"Have you ever been with a woman," she asked, immediately looking down.
Reaching over to guide her chin upwards so I could again look directly 
into her eyes, I said "I have and it's wonderful. Have you?" 
Sandee obviously didn't know what to say. She remained silent for a 
moment and then leaned closer towards me resting her head gently on my 
shoulder. 

"I never have but I have always wanted to. Ever since I first saw you I 
at the club, I have wondered about you. Wondered about what you would be 
like and I have wanted to touch every inch of your body. Does that sound 
disgusting to you?"

"No, it doesn't." I was quick to respond realizing that she had gone out 
on a limb here and was in no condition to have it sawed off behind her. 

"I felt you watching me today while I was working out," she said 
teasingly. "I tried very hard to make you want me so it would all seem 
like your idea." 

"Don't worry, you didn't have to do all that much. I've wanted to get 
closer to you since that very first day in the sauna. I can still 
remember how you made me feel and I'm getting wet all over again just 
thinking about you."

Sandee seized the opportunity to place a long hard kiss squarely on my 
willing and ready lips. The pressed her tongue firmly within the far 
reaches of my mouth and all the pain in my knee seemed gone. I hadn't 
noticed the ice slipping to the floor because we had both shifted our 
positions sidewards and were fully reclined on the 7 foot sofa entwined 
entirely by our eagerly waiting limbs. 

Having been given the signal to go with this pursuit I lowered my hand 
gently between her legs and was welcomed by the warmth and wetness of 
her crotch. She was almost dripping and as she pressed her tongue 
further inside my mouth, I began ever so gently circular motions on her 
mound. Tiny moans of pleasure passed her lips and in an instant I found 
myself slipping my hand gently up the left leg of her running shorts. 
She was a shaver -- I guess to prepare for bikini season. But, no matter, 
she was well groomed and well prepared for passionate lesbian love. 

"Can we go to the bedroom?" I asked quietly.

"Okay," she said somewhat embarrassed. "Do you mind if I use your 
bathroom."

"Not at all, it's down the hall to the right. Help yourself to anything 
you need."

Sandee helped me to the bedroom before she went off to the bathroom and 
I removed my clothes. She hadn't had the opportunity to shower before we 
left the club. She was too concerned about me to take the time. Lying 
quietly atop the bed naked and waiting breathlessly for her to return, I 
closed my eyes and imagined her slender body, her own hands caressing 
her well charged nipples. Her fingers invading the spaces of her own 
firmly swollen clit. She was ready for this and lowering my own awaiting 
hand to my own soaking went swollen clit, I began rubbing my own self to 
levels of heightened passion. 

"Sorry I took so long," she said as she exited to the bedroom. She 
looked wonderful in my robe. Removing it ever so slowly, she made her 
way to my side of the bed and climbed on beside me. 

"You are absolutely beautiful," I said. "What would you like me to do?" 

"I'd like you to make me forget. Make me concentrate on us and not 
anything else. I'd also like you to teach me what to do to make you feel 
good also." Sandee again kissed me, almost as if she was afraid to touch 
me anywhere else. That's one thing that wouldn't last long, I was 
certain of that.

I leaned into her gently pressing my hardened nipples squarely upon her 
own. Our wet soaked mounds met tightly and the warmth of then moisture 
tintilated our senses. Placing my right hand squarely atop her left 
cheek I pulled it gently towards me and directed my fingers deftly down 
the length of her crack until I met her anal opening. Gently massaging 
this area brought unusual arousal to Sandee. Most newcomes to lesbian 
sex are somewhat unnerved by touch to this area. But, she was ready and 
willing to explore the farthest reaches of this experience. 

Relaxing more as our lovemaking progressed, Sandee took charge to fondle 
my right breast tightly within her grasp. Flicking and rolling the 
nipple, pressuring the outlines of my areola and squeezing ever so 
tightly brought moans of my own. She was a quick learner. I retreated 
from the reaches of her buttocks to return to the clit, the swollen, 
pink, pulsating clit. Shifting my position, I reached for a pillow and 
motioned her to place it squarely beneath her hips. She obliged and 
reclined backwards, her hips raised just enough to provide complete 
access to her ass, her clit and her mound. Her scent was strong and her 
excitement tantamount to almost immediate orgasm. With each wide, hard 
pressed lick of my tongue, her moans were like starting guns at a 
racetrack. They signaled the beginning of each race to see how fast she 
could rise to orgasm. 

Positioning my full mouth atop her lower lips, my tongue engulfed her 
vulva. Her folds opened wide and sexuality revealed at it's fullest . 
She was mine. With each heave of her chest and each moan from her mouth 
I felt her excitement through her cum soaked lips. She was riddled with 
moistness as was I. She tasted wonderful. I felt myself getting hot just 
licking her and lowered my own hand to maintain my own level of arousal. 
When I felt she was ready, I reversed positions and asked her to lay 
atop my awaiting body. The condition of my knee made the upper position 
difficult and I wanted her badly. Sandee didn't not complain. She 
reversed her position and knelt carefully over me, her own face resting 
gently atop my own warm, cum soaked mound. Reaching up sharply, I 
startled her when I pulled her cunt down hard on my awaiting lips. I 
wanted her to feel the force of my love tongue. I wanted her to feel the 
suction of my lips pressed directly on her clit. I wanted her to feel 
the strength of my licking as I wiped away every ounce of wetness which 
flowed steadily from her overflowing folds. 

Sandee had paused in her attention to me and that was fine. She was 
being taught and taught well I might add. She learned well too and in 
moments took charge of her own lovemaking by separating the folds of my 
clit with her gentle hands and licking and flicking my nub in a frenzy 
of nips and licks that was an experience of ecstasy. She was good with a 
woman. No, she was great. Suddenly I felt her entire tongue break 
through the barrier of my cunt and I must have acted surprised. 

"I'm sorry, that was an accident," she screamed.

"Don't worry," I said "it felt wonderful. You just caught me by surprise 
that's all."

She proceeded to inject and remove her tongue in sync and it had the 
surprising feel of a penis. What a rush. I frantically pressed harder 
into her nub and she moaned with pleasure. Seizing the opportunity, I 
inserted my index finger deeply into her folds and she arched up as if 
to drive it further inside. I pressed harder searching for her G-spot 
and she shivered. I could see her nipples hardening above me and knew 
she was feeling good. 

In a moment of high excitement for me Sandee stopped short and raised 
herself up from atop my concentrating hands and lips. Turning herself 
around she placed her cum soaked lips squarely upon mine and said "I 
want to lick you alone to an orgasm." 

"Are you sure?" I said realizing this was her first time. 

"I'm sure," she said and she kissed me long and hard before lowering 
herself down one to one with my throbbing crotch. She had prepared her 
way well. I was very close and was aching for an orgasm. Sandee 
remembered the feeling of what I had done to her and she mimicked my 
lessons well. Licking and sucking brought me ever so close to orgasm 
only to have her back down suddenly to let me fall back to a lower 
plateau. Licking again, long and hard and I'd almost reached the crest 
when she'd pull back and tease me to submission. 

"Ask me for it," she said.

I was shocked. She was smart too because that was the greatest turn on 
of all to me. To ask for an orgasm and to beg for it to come and come 
hard. That was the ultimate turn on. How did she know? It didn't matter, 
I was willing to beg for it.

"Make me come, please make me come." I begged. "Suck hard and don't 
stop." 

Sandee did just what I asked. I came and I came hard as I had begged. 
Four consecutive orgasms she gave me and we shared a wonderful evening 
of love. 

We still see each other regularly at the club. In times of stress and 
trouble, we look to each other for unbridled passion. I still work as a 
"closet" associate for Smith, Kline, Dobson and Roarke. She still works 
long hours at the Health Club and we both still remember that first day 
in the sauna. She has pleasured me greatly over the past two years and I 
her as well. 

So, don't be fooled, there is love to be found pumping iron.