Introduction

 

Foreword from the Author: This is, as far as I believe, a true story as told to me by Steve Jones. As to the level of authenticity of the contents, that is something you would need to ask him. I will admit that with his help, as a writer I have tried to bring the story to life in places and have recreated events as far as we believe they may have happened.

 

I am sure Steve would agree with me; he has a ‘bit of a thing’ for strap-ons and feet worship. So as you might imagine, there is quite a lot of it all the way through. I am not judging or asking you to judge; it is just the way it is.

 

The names have been changed to help conceal the identities of the participants. As this story may get a little complicated, I thought it might be worthwhile giving you a brief bio of each of the major characters. The ages given are as they are now though the story starts a few years before. We will see how the characters interact with each other as the story develops:

 

Steve Jones: - 50 - A successful doctor. His marriage has become sexless with the spark gone. In reasonable condition for his age. Sports a neatly trimmed goatee beard.

 

DeeAnne Jones aka Dee - 49 - wife of Steve. Long dark brown hair and dark brown eyes. Rich, softest skin you have ever felt. Fit body with nice curves and firm boobs. Aged very well. Think of her as the sharp banker with a strong presence in any room she walks into, which is quite the contrast to her in bed. Grew up in a rich family, high class schools and college.

 

Kay (coach Kay,) - 43 - Head fitness coach for the school. Very tall with a powerful athletic body but carries it with an incredible amount of femininity. Very well-spoken and engaging. She does not overwhelmingly exert her dominance, but definitely the alpha woman.

 

Rhonda (first gym / fitness trainer).- Mid 30s - tall, 5’11, athletic body, blonde hair to her shoulders with blue eyes. Mid-size breasts.

 

Francisca aka Fran (the soccer coach). - Late 30s, - A little shorter than Rhonda but more aggressive. Athletic but different build being a soccer coach rather than a fitness instructor like Rhonda. Very thick legs, bigger and stronger ass. Mid-size breasts. Brown hair and eyes.

 

Stephanie aka Steph - 25 - Steve and Dee's eldest daughter, soccer mad, newly qualified lawyer. Not as well developed as Kay, Rhonda or Fran but firm muscles from her soccer training.

 

Brittany aka Brit - 23 - second eldest daughter another soccer player. 4th year medical student in Boston.

 

Rebecca aka Becca: - late 30s - Kay’s younger sister with same looks and build.

 

Melinda aka Mel - 45 - Kay’s elder sister. Also into fitness training giving her a powerful physique.

 

Agnes – 67 - Steve's mother. A beautiful classy woman.

 

Brenda/Bre – 61 - mother of Mel, Kay and Brit. Used to own a coffee shop before retiring. Independent and liberal in her views. Strong and confident with large feet.

 

*****

 

Chapter 1

 

Steve Jones clicked on the link on the screen in a slightly bored fashion and a video popped up of two unfeasibly well-hung black men spit-roasting a petite young blonde. Steve sighed, in some ways the scene was sexy but in other ways he knew he would never be as hung as either of the guys in the video and his days of picking up barely legal bimbos were long gone. Where did it all go wrong, he asked himself, ignoring the over acted moans coming from the screen.

 

He looked out of the window of his study with its view of perfectly manicured lawns, as he considered his life and achievements so far as he approached 50. He was a successful doctor with a good practice, his wife DeeAnne was an investment banker with a stellar trajectory on her career. They lived in a highly desirable area in a large house and both of them were respected pillars of their community. Their four daughters were all getting good grades at college with the youngest soon to join them and would no doubt all go on to get good jobs and husbands, or wives. Yet there was no spark in his life, nothing that made him go. “Wow, it’s great to be alive!”

 

“Maybe I should look at gay porn,” he thought to himself. After all, he wasn't having sex at home, maybe something different would pique his interest. After thirty minutes of watching a variety of male-on-male acts he realised that the thought of another man's body wasn't appealing to him in the least. The one thing he did notice was that in all the films he had watched the actors were all muscly and fit with well-defined bodies. Patting his own belly, he mentally mused that perhaps he needed to get a little fitter and trimmer.

 

His wife and daughters were all soccer mad and carried on their interest after leaving school joining the local women's soccer team. He didn’t really understand the attraction of soccer, much preferring watching baseball or playing golf, but each to their own. They were always at a match or going to practise and Dee seemed to look forward to it almost more than his daughters did. Perhaps it was his lack of fitness which was making him unattractive to his wife and that was something he could rectify.

 

Typing into the search engine, "Personal fitness trainers" he started to scroll through what was on offer looking at pictures of men who looked very similar to the ones he had just been watching in the porn clips. Granted these had slightly more clothes on, but the same smarmy smile and greased back hair was present. If they weren't looking like porn stars in the making, then they looked like hardened criminals that Steve wasn’t sure he would even want in the house.

 

Then he saw her. He would have guessed she was in her mid 30s and had blonde hair to her shoulders with the most piecing blue eyes he had ever seen. The thing that sent a tingle through Steve was her physique. She had finely developed muscles, but you would never have classed her as over muscly. She looked in the peak of physical fitness and her strap line for her website was, “It’s my job to get your body to where you want to be.”

 

He did some further research, and everything seemed to check out with recommendations being real, plentiful and she was very highly commended. She was happy to see clients of either gender in their own home but also had a small private gym where clients could visit. Steve had a small gym above the garages which he never really used lacking the motivation to get going, but this could be the stimulus he needed.

 

She stated quite clearly that she only ever worked on a one-to-one basis and liked to relate to her clients helping them to achieve their fitness goals. The more Steve read, the more excited he found himself becoming and he completed the enquiry form with an almost trembling hand.

 

Sending it off he sat back and breathed deeply, realising that he had been holding his breath while he had been looking through her website. “Rhonda,” he breathed silently. Something about her had excited him not just with the desire to get fit but surprisingly on a sexual level. She was probably a lesbian he thought to himself and then idly wondered if it was morally wrong to have fantasies about his personal trainer. He rationalised it to himself that as he hadn’t yet engaged her it would be OK but if he did become a client, it might be embarrassing to train with a constant semi.

 

Glancing at the clock he realised he had 30 minutes before the girls all got home from soccer practice. Reaching for a box of tissues he clicked on a link and as the scene started to unfold, he started to work his cock. As the blonde woman on screen started to suck the man all Steve could imagine was Rhonda sucking his. When the woman finally pulled back to allow the man to shoot over her face, Steve spurted into the tissue with the groan of, “Rhonda!”

 

*****

 

Chapter 2

 

DeeAnne, or Dee as she preferred, sat in the SUV waiting for the girls who had rushed off to the shower, shouting and laughing, full of high spirits as they normally were. Dee didn’t fully understand the game having never played herself, but knew the girls got enjoyment from it. By the way some of the coaches spoke they performed quite reasonable at it as well.

 

Her heart started racing as walking towards her car was Kay one of the soccer coaches who she had got to know quite well over the past few months. Dee was slightly surprised at her own reaction, as she had never dabbled with same sex relationships, even in college.

 

Kay walked over to the window and smiled at Dee, “Hey you must be Mrs Jones, the mother of the wonder quartet. I’m Kay, one of the coaches for the seniors.”

 

Dee wasn’t sure whether to try to get out of the car and say hello or shake hands through the window so in the end she just almost squeaked, “Dee,”

 

“What was coming over her?” she thought to herself. She was normally self confident and articulate in business meetings but here she was like a girl meeting her childhood crush. She shocked herself by thinking how she would have had a crush on Kay, had she met her 30 years before.

 

Kay looked into the car and studied what she could see of the woman. She certainly looked in good condition, with long tanned legs vanishing under a short pleated tennis skirt. The top she had on revealed her perfectly rounded breasts and Kay could feel herself getting wet at the thought of her naked on her bed. She decided to at least cast a few hints and see if she nibbled, “you never know with the married ones,” she thought to herself, “some liked to dabble on the other side.”

 

“I see you are the sporty type,” Kay said with a broad smile.

 

“I am off playing tennis after I have collected the girls.”

 

“Never really got on with tennis,” Kay laughed, “the balls are a bit small. Does your husband play?”

 

“He’s a golfer.”

 

“Now there is tiny balls,” Kay said and before Dee could answer added, “so you two have different tastes then?”

 

Dee’s mind was racing, “Was this woman hitting on her?” If it had been a man saying things like that then she would have been sure she was. There was no possibility that Kay was a man as although her body was finely developed, she had curves in all the right places. Dee could see Kay’s powerful legs from under her shorts and her shirt covered her ample breasts. Her arms were bare and the toned muscles were clear under her skin.

 

“You sound like you know a lot about ball sizes,” Dee said almost shocked at her own outrageousness.

 

“Would be more than happy to discuss the relative merits or even if they are any use at all.” Kay said before looking past Dee to the changing rooms. “Well played today girls, I can see all of you starting for your teams on Saturday.”

 

The girls all scrambled for the car with the eldest Steph calmly claiming ’shotgun’ for the front passenger seat her right as the eldest.

 

“I live in the staff apartments just over there,” said Kay quietly so that only she could hear, “pick me up after tennis and we can discuss further.”

 

Dee drove off, her head spinning as she wondered to herself if she would come back later, then she snorted with derision, “Who was she kidding, of course she would be coming back.”

 

Kay watched the big SUV pull out of the car park and smiled to herself. She decided she had better get showered and ready as this one was for sure coming back for a taste of honey.

 

*****

 

Chapter 3

 

Steve was speechless as he opened the door to Rhonda and looked at her in the flesh for the first time. She must have stood around 5’ 11” and although her femininity was obvious, she looked like one of those Amazonian warriors that you read about in books. Her blonde hair fell to her shoulders in a casual way and when she pulled it back to tie it in a loose ponytail the action caused her breasts to poke directly at Steve.

 

She stepped out of her loose jogging bottoms to reveal a pair of bright pink tight Lycra half leggings that left little to the imagination. She then removed the baggy sweat shirt to reveal a matching Lycra bra top that showed off both her taut abdomen and her magnificent shoulders. Steve was struggling to control his budding erection as she stretched and bent displaying her body in the most delightful way.

 

“Strip,” she said in a tone that almost had Steve stripping naked. “We will start with some stretching and simple strength exercises. That will allow me to assess your present levels and we can discuss your body goals. Then I can design a program to achieve that.”

 

She turned and started inspecting Steve’s home gym, pulling levers and occasionally tutting as Steve divested himself of his tracksuit.

 

“This will never do Mr Jones,” she said, her eyebrows furrowing in disappointment just as Steve had got down to his work out gear. Seeing his crestfallen face she laughed, “your fitness equipment, not you. It is OK for light maintenance but not good enough for getting you there. I have a gym that is fully equipped, we will do future sessions there until you are ready for maintenance program.”

 

For the next hour Steve squatted, jumped, stretched and exercised like he had never done before. What amazed him was that Rhonda worked out with him doing every exercise he did. The difference was that by the end of it while he was soaked with sweat and panting like a dog in the heat, Rhonda was glowing gently and her breathing hardly elevated. As he stood with his heart hammering in his chest Rhonda wrapped a band around his upper arm before connecting it to a small machine that beeped as it took his blood pressure. Then she started tapping into a tablet she had taken from her bag.

 

“Shirt off please,” Rhonda said and Steve had to bite back his comment that she should also remove hers as he peeled it over his head. He yelped as she pinched his flesh on his side and then tapped again in her tablet.

 

“Pinch my side,” Rhonda said indicating her midriff.

 

Steve tried to grab a handful of flesh but found his fingers just slipped over her flesh, and the touch sent shocks through his fingertips.

 

“This is the difference between our BMI’s, just one way of measuring our fitness. You may get dressed now.”

 

Getting dressed was far from Steve’s mind but reluctantly he pulled his shirt back on and sat on the bench while Rhonda stood in front of him with her tablet in her hand bouncing gently on her feet. “What do you want from your body Steve?”

 

Steve thought for a moment before he said, “This may sound vain, but I would like my body to be attractive to women.”

 

“Not vain at all Steve, it is something we can work together to achieve. I will work out a program to reduce this belly,” she tapped Steve’s tummy to emphasise her words. “We will make sure these are tight as well.” This time she patted Steve’s ass making him shiver with pleasure.

 

Pulling a card from her bag after consulting with her diary on her tablet she said, “Does Thursday at five work for you?” When Steve nodded dumbly she wrote the day and time on the back.

 

“Bring your wash gear, I have shower facilities so you can clean up before you go home.”

 

“I’m sorry you have to go home sweaty,” Steve stammered.

 

“I hardly broke into a sweat, but next time we will.”

 

*****

 

Chapter 4

 

Dee dropped the girls at home just in time to see Rhonda getting into her car. Steve waved her off and wandered over to Dee’s driver’s window.

 

“That was Rhonda,” Steve said, “she is the new fitness coach I told you about.”

 

Dee vaguely remembered her husband mentioning it and nodded as he went. “Future sessions will be at her gym, turns out my equipment isn’t good enough after what I paid for it.”

 

“No your equipment isn’t that impressive,” Dee thought to herself and she wasn’t thinking of the gym equipment either. Then with an internal act of defiance she added, “I won’t be home till late so don’t wait up for me. I am going out for dinner after tennis so will get changed at the club.”

 

The match was a disaster as Dee kept missing easy passes and fluffing simple drop shots. She even double faulted on more than one occasion, which was unheard of for her.

 

“Your mind sure was elsewhere today,” said her doubles partner Cindy as they stood in the shower soaping off after the game. “Glad it was singles, would have hated to have you as a partner today, instead of enjoying whooping your ass.”

 

As Dee washed herself, she couldn’t help sneaking glances at Cindy, looking at her in a different way for the first time ever. Previously what she had seen was a pleasant woman in her early forties who was fit, intelligent and funny. Now suddenly she found herself wondering whether she would have sex with another woman, and if so what would it be like? This sparked another thought, would sleeping with another woman being unfaithful? It’s not like there was a cock involved, so did it count? Then what did women do apart from kiss?

 

“Earth to Dee… over,” Cindy said laughing, “are you thinking of Ricardo the new tennis coach? I must admit I could fancy him myself.”

 

“Don’t be daft,” Dee laughed, “he is half my age what would he want with me?”

 

“You are keeping well Dee, you would be surprised who would fancy you.”

 

“Oh my god,” Dee thought to herself, “was Cindy hitting on me? Maybe I am jumping at shadows and Kay just wants to be friendly.”

 

As she got changed Dee realised she had a problem. She had packed a light sundress and a pair of sling backs to get changed into, but she had forgotten any underwear. The thought of putting her sweaty tennis pants on made her cringe, and the sports bra was far too uncomfortable to wear.

 

“Are you coming to the bar?” Cindy asked, “my husband said he is working late but I know he will be with his whore so I may just have a crack at Ricardo.”

 

Smoothing the sundress over her naked body Dee felt strangely vulnerable with the lack of underwear.

 

“I’m not stopping,” she said, “I have something I need to do.”

 

As Dee drove to the sports field and the staff apartments where she hoped Kay would be waiting, she spoke out loud as she chastised herself.

 

“She just wants to be friends... You aren’t a lesbian… You are just imagining things… Go and enjoy yourself… Be confident… No sex on a first date.”

 

Dee couldn’t believe she had said the last phrase, and was still blushing as she pulled up next to Kay who was leaning against a wall.

 

“Hey,” said Kay as she slipped into the passenger seat, “you look stunning, makes me feel scruffy.”

 

Dee glanced at Kay who was wearing a pair of blue denim jeans that were casually worn without the rips that seem popular these days. She had a red check shirt that was undone at the bottom and then tied under in a knot. She couldn’t be sure but from her quick glance she would have sworn she wasn’t wearing a bra.

 

“Do you know Los Lobos up on the heights?”

 

“The new Mexican cantina style place?”

 

When Dee looked unsure Kay confidently punched in the address and then switched on the radio. Kay laughed as the news channel started to burble and pressing the scan button let the system channel hop until it rested on a channel playing gentle Spanish guitar music.

 

“Now that’s more like the sort of music to get us in the mood,” then she laughed, “it’s almost like a first date.”

 

Dee’s mouth went dry and her heart started to beat faster as Kay’s words bounced around her brain, “first date…”

 

The evening went well as the restaurant served simple Mexican food with some great guitar music that went from soft ballads through to lively mariachi music. They were pressed together in a small booth and it seemed natural for Kay to put her arm around Dee.

 

The evening went well with the pair exchanging jokes and Dee telling her tales of when the kids were younger. Steve wasn’t mentioned by either of them but Kay probed about previous relationships expressing surprise when Kay admitted that there had only been a few casual relationships prior to her marriage.

 

“What about girlfriends?” Kay asked, her fingertip casually tracing on Dee’s shoulder. She was pretty certain that Dee wasn’t wearing a bra based on how her nipples were visible through the thin material.

 

Dee blushed, “No… nothing like that…just boys.” Then trying to get on the front foot asked, “What about you, have you always been a lesbian?”

 

The fact that Kay was a lesbian hadn’t been raised until that point, but now it was out in the open.

 

“All my life,” Kay said softly, “I much prefer the fairer sex.”

 

Dee felt like she was on fire and excusing herself went to the ladies room. As she pulled up her dress and sat on the toilet she was reminded that she was naked, and to her surprise she found she was wet.

 

When she returned to the booth Kay had settled the bill and wouldn’t listen to Dee’s protestations to pay half. As they left the restaurant Kay turned to Dee, “Have you seen the views?”

 

Kay grasped Dee’s hand and pulled her to a path that ran along the edge a steep incline. As they walked along, set back in the bushes were benches that looked out over the city. Sitting down, the pair looked out across the twinkling lights, almost like the stars had fallen down and created a sparkling blanket.

 

“It’s beautiful,” Dee sighed.

 

“So are you,” Kay said softly as she took one of Dee’s hand’s in her own.

 

Dee turned to Kay, “Kiss me,” she whispered.

 

“Are you sure?”

 

“Yes,” Dee gasped.

 

Their lips met and both felt like electric shocks passed between them. Kay clearly knew her way around another woman’s body and teased Dee’s breasts and nipples through her dress until she was moaning into Kay’s mouth.

 

They broke their kiss as Kay ran her hand up the inside of Dee’s thigh. Dee opened her knees in welcome, and Kay was surprised that her fingers found no barrier to her seeking digits.

 

“No panties? You are a keen dark horse aren’t you?” Kay said as she teased Dee’s lips relishing the wetness.

 

“It was an accident,” Dee moaned as she writhed trying to push herself onto Kay’s finger.

 

“A fortunate one then,” Kay chuckled as she slowly inserted her finger into Dee. Without removing her finger she twisted herself around until she was kneeling between Dee’s legs. Dee’s dress had ridden up around her waist and the moonlight gave a pale illumination of her body.

 

Dee could feel the wood of the bench on her buttocks and Kay’s finger deep inside her pussy but then she felt a tongue brush over her clit. She had to stop herself from screaming as sensations ran through her body. Almost as soon as Kay’s tongue had touched it was gone, then returned like a darting bird that continued to flick and leave.

 

As Kay flicked over Dee’s clit she could feel her pussy clamping on her finger. Pushing a second finger in she twisted them inside Dee, making her moan loudly. As she started to pump slowly in and out she licked at her clit with more pressure and rhythm. She felt Dee’s fingers curl into her hair, urging her onwards, and then gripping tightly she arched up off the bench in climax.

 

Kay licked her own fingers savouring Dee’s juices before holding her tightly as she came down from her sexual high.

 

“Are you going to be OK to drive?”

 

“In a few minutes,” Dee laughed , “that was amazing.”

 

“That was nothing,” Kay said as she stroked Dee’s hair, “next time we will take our time and it will be longer… of course assuming you want there to be a next time.”

 

“Of course I do,” Dee said happily.

 

“Good,” said Kay, “because I will fuck you like you have never been fucked before.

 

*****

 

Chapter 5

 

“You still seem tense Steve,” Rhonda said as they cooled down from their workout session.

 

Steve’s body ached from head to toe as Rhonda had worked every muscle he knew and a few that he didn’t know he had. Steve said nothing as he realised his tension stemmed from being around Rhonda and admiring her wonderful body as she worked out with him. The tight clothing she wore left nothing to the imagination and those visions were imprinted on his brain as he showered afterwards. Under the water, with Rhonda naked in the shower room next-door to the private gym, Steve would work his turgid cock until he splashed his seed on the tiles.

 

Looking at Rhonda he could see her breasts outlined against the Lycra top making her nipples press against the material like two pencil erasers. There were damp patches everywhere and Steve’s eyes were drawn to the material between her legs. The way it had moved it revealed a clear camel toe that made Steve’s cock twitch inside his shorts.

 

“I’m fine,” Steve laughed as he stretched, “just pressure at work I guess. Anyway I need to shower and get changed, thanks for today I am really starting to feel the benefit.”

 

Before Rhonda could reply he had moved into the changing room, his cock straining in his shorts. Throwing his clothes into a heap Steve jumped into the shower cubicle and closed his eyes as he started to work his cock up and down in his hand.

 

“What I wanted to say was...”

 

Steve heard Rhonda’s voice and he stopped still and slowly opened his eyes to find himself looking right into Rhonda’s bright blue eyes.

 

“Well what I was going to say was there is only one shower working today so we need to take turns but looking at you I think I know where your tension is coming from so it might be best if we shared.”

 

Steve was speechless, he knew he must have fallen and banged his head and was now lying in a daze somewhere, as what was happening couldn't be reality. Rhonda was peeling off her Lycra work out gear to reveal her toned body. Steve marvelled at her perfect breasts and the neatly trimmed triangle of blonde pubic hair showing she was a real blonde.

 

“Stand back a little,” Rhonda said as she stepped into the shower and knelt on the floor.

 

Steve leant against the wall as her felt Rhonda's strong hand take his cock and slowly move it back and forward, pulling the foreskin over the head. When she took his cock into her mouth Steve thought he must have died and gone to heaven, such was the feeling of being sucked into a warm wet vacuum cleaner. Looking down he could see her blonde hair moving back and forward as she sucked him in deeply. Steve knew he wasn’t the largest of guys, but Rhonda swallowed him with ease, her nose pressed against his pubic hair.

 

As she sucked Steve felt her hand mov between his legs and start to caress his balls before moving on to his anal opening. Steve had never indulged being touched there either before Dee or any other partner, but this seemed so natural he opened his legs slightly to give Rhonda better access. He felt a slight moment of pain as her finger penetrated him and then pleasure as she started to push deeper.

 

Breaking from her sucking for a moment Rhonda said softly, “Just relax.”

 

Steve moved his ankles further apart as he felt Rhonda push her finger firmly and deeply inside him. She moved her finger in sync with her sucking and Steve found himself enjoying the feeling more and more.

 

There was a slight discomfort when Rhonda used a second finger, but Steve was starting to feel unsteady on his feet as Rhonda finger fucked him. Suddenly Steve felt Rhonda touch something inside and it was like an electric shock shot through him. What he didn’t know then, but found out later, that Rhonda was pressing on his prostate.

 

“Oh fuck I am going to cum,” Steve groaned, wondering if Rhonda would pull away like his wife would, but praying she wouldn’t. If anything, her sucking became more intense as she worked her fingers in and out. Gripping her head tightly Steve pumped into her mouth shooting his seed down her throat.

 

Satisfied that she had drained every drop Rhoda stood and wiped her lips. “That was your first-time being finger fucked, wasn't it?”

 

“Yes,” Steve nodded trying to gather his wits following the most amazing sensations he had ever had.

 

“You were tight but next time we will have lube so that will make it easier for Betsy.”

 

“Betsy?” said Steve confused

 

“Yes Betsy, my strap on. Next time I am going to fuck you,” laughed Rhonda, “now hurry up and shower so I can follow.”

 

*****

 

Chapter 6

 

Dee woke the morning after her evening with Kay and stretched like a cat. She was alone in bed and could hear Steve downstairs in the kitchen. “Did last night really happen?” she thought to herself as she recalled Kay’s strong fingers inside her and her tongue on her clit. As the memories flooded into her brain she closed her eyes and started masturbating, something she hadn’t done in years.

 

With one hand on her nipple she squeezed it gently as she remembered Kay’s hands manipulating them last night. As her fingers danced over her engorged clit she pictured Kay’s head between her thighs. Sliding a finger deep she realised it wasn’t as big as Kay’s powerful digits, so pushed in another of her own. Finger fucking herself harder and faster she kept repeating Kay’s last words… ”I will fuck you like you have never been fucked before.”

 

After her climax Dee stood in the shower and wondered what she was doing. Was it wrong to want to be possessed mind and soul the way Kay made her feel? The inner turmoil raged as it wasn’t that she didn’t love her husband, but it was more of a sibling love, whereas Kay consumed her with a passion. As she washed her pussy, she felt herself tingle. She had to mentally steel herself to stop intimately touching herself before she made herself orgasm again.

 

As she dressed Kay knew that she desperately needed to find out if Kay’s words were true but the potential cost to their marriage scared her. She knew deep in her heart she didn’t want to hurt Steve.

 

Sitting at her desk Dee mused the situation and decided she needed to talk things through with Kay. Picking up her phone she typed out a text that said, “I would like to see you again to discuss the situation further.”

 

Part of her brain was telling her that she should end it before it started and another part was screaming at her to take what she wanted and needed.

 

Her thoughts were interrupted by her phone pinging with a reply from Kay. “Guess you want to see if my last words are true.”

 

Dee typed ‘no’ then deleted it before typing ‘yes’ then deleting it again. She stared at the phone, her head running from yes to no and back again. Her dilemma was solved when a further text came in, “Weds 8 at mine apt 23. xxx”

 

Dee simply sent a thumbs up emoji response before leaning back in her chair and breathed deeply. At that moment her door opened and a pretty young blonde stuck her head in, “Your ten o’clock appointment is here Dee.”

 

Dee looked at the smiling face of Mandy her assistant and smiled at her, “Thanks Mandy.”

 

“Are you OK Dee? you look a little flushed.”

 

“I’m fine thanks Mandy,” Dee replied although in her mind she was imagining Kay’s firm hands on her body.