Fitness 4Play: One Night Stand (Novel 1) (2 page)

(Marvin Gaye's "Distant Lover"
playing in the background)

After making up some excuse to get out of the
conversation with a random chick, I made my way towards where pink
dress sits. I sat next to her and asked, "So your husband decided
to leave you alone, uh?" She jerks her head around.

"My who?" she replied.

"You know? Your husband, the guy, you were
talking to after you stopped dancing."

"Oh! He is not my husband. Just some guy
talking to me about modeling. He said he has a modeling agency and
I would be a perfect model to shoot. Wait a minute! "Were you
watching me on the dance floor", she asked, curiously.

"Who? Me? Not a chance!" Some birdie flew on
my shoulder and told me that," I respond.

"Oh. So you got jokes. What is your name, Mr.
Joker?"

"I'm more of a Batman than a Joker but it is
all good. My name is Devin. Devin Banks. My friends call me Dab.
And who may you be, Ms. Pink Dress?"

"It is definitely not Ms. Pink Dress," she
replied, laughing. "My name is Lucy Jackson."

"Oh. So Lucy like the TV show, "I Love Lucy."
I hum the theme song to the show.

Lucy laughs, hysterically. "So I see you are
not lacking in the humor department, Mr. Devin. Well, what do you
put your mind too these days?"

So what else aren't you lacking in?" she
asked with a mischievous smile.

Her question indicated one thing: She is
feeling me. In fact, she wants to fuck me. Her vibe told the whole
story. However, I never assume anything until I close the deal
(i.e., the woman is in my bed).

"Hmmm. Well, I'm not perfect but I strive not
to lack at anything I put my mind too," I replied in a deep, smooth
tone.

"Huh? Are you asking what I do for a
living?"

"Yes, sir."

"Oh. Well I'm a personal trainer. I work at
the Freewill Fitness gym."

"Oh ok. Well that's good. I have several
co-workers who are members at Freewill Fitness."

"Cool. So where do you work?"

"I work at Baptist Memorial Hospital. I am a
nurse practitioner."

"Oh ok." So if I ever drop a 100lb dumbbell
on my foot, you would be the woman to call, huh? "I said with a
smirk.

"Well, I hope that never happens but I guess
so," she said, laughing.

"Well alright then. It's settled. So what
made you put on that pretty pink dress and come out here
tonight?"

"Well thank you. For one, it has been quite
stressful at work this week. Having to deal with patients, upper
management and crazy doctors, I needed to unwind."

"I feel you. After working hard all week, who
wants to sit at home and mope on a Friday night?"

"Exactly! That's why I brought my old butt to
The Premiere tonight."

"Old??? You can't be no more than 25 or
26."

"Wow! I wish I was still that young. I'm
actually 32."

"Wow indeed. You look fantastic. Hopefully,
you won't grow skin wrinkles overnight." I joke.

"You show know what to say to a woman in her
30s," she counters. "So how old are you?"

"I'm 25 years old."

"Oh ok. You're a youngster. It's nice that
your parents are letting you stay up past your bedtime."

"Oooh! Now look who's got jokes. Well I
assure you, I can stay "UP" just as long as you can." Lucy crosses
her legs as she sips her Martini drink. Her light brown eyes
intertwine with mine. Our sexual chemistry is so apparent that
Stevie Wonder could see it.

"Well I'm about to go and grab something to
eat. Care to join me?"

"Hmmm. That sounds like a good idea to me.
Let's go to the IHOP on Union Avenue."

"Okay."

We left the bar and went to our respective
vehicle. She drove a red 2012 Audi RS5. She definitely has taste in
cars. As we make our way to IHOP, I could not help but fantasize
how good Lucy will taste. It is going to be fun welcoming her to my
world.

(Major Harris "Love Don't Let Me
Wait" playing from my mp3 radio)

"I love this song! Time is righhhhhht. You
hold me tighhht. What you know about old school music, Mr. Banks?"
Lucy asks. She sways her head side to side like a cobra snake to
the song.

"More than you think you know, Ms. Jackson,"
I said, grinning.

The conversation at IHOP went well. I offered
her to hang out with me some more at my crib. Of course, she
accepted my offer.

Back at my townhouse, we sat together in my
living room while sipping on a glass of Moscato wine. The amenities
in my living room could rival a 4-star hotel: Mahogany hardwood
floors, plush white sofa with a matching ottoman, 60-inch flat
screen HD TV equipped with audio surround sound system, Xbox gaming
system, and a fireplace with a blue & grey accent rug in front
of it. My place is made for sensual mischief. It is a bachelor's
pad with a modern twist. In addition, it's cozy enough for my
female guests.

"Soooo, what else should I know about you,
Nurse Lucy? You got any kids? Siblings? Crazy ex-boyfriends?" I
ask, taking a sip of wine.

Her eyes travel to the ceiling. "No, yes, and
thank God, no," she replied.

"I got 2 younger brothers. One lives in
California and the other in Texas. All 3 of us grew up here in
Memphis in the Cordova area."

"Okay. So you all had both parents in your
household?"

"Yes, we did. I thank God everyday for them.
My parents been married for over 32 years. It amazes me how far
they come and still maintain unconditional love for one
another."

"Wow! 32 years is a loooong time to be
together. I wish my parents would've made it that long."

"Oh. Did your parents' divorce?"

"Yes, they did. They were together for about
20 years. In fact, they were married 10 years before they had
me."

"Interesting! So they divorced when you were
about 10 years old, right?"

"Yep. Sometimes, I wondered, was it because
of me. I asked my mother when I got older and she said it wasn't
because of me. I believe her."

"Yea. I think she told you the truth too.
Sometimes, marriages don't work out."

"Yep. I see."

It is hard to fathom marriage. Marriage seems
so mundane to me. Practically every dude I attended high school
with gotten married, multiple kids and a beer belly in that order.
I be damned if that happens to me! I'm too handsome to get a beer
belly.

"So, speaking of marriage, why aren't you
married? I'm surprised some guy doesn't have you under lock and
key," I said, smirking. I lean back in my sofa with my right leg
resting on my left thigh and right arm stretched out. Concentrated
on her light brown pupils, I anticipate Lucy's response.

"Wellllll." She pauses. "I am not married
because, for one, I haven't found the right man yet. Also, I'm a
busy woman. So I'm unsure if I can even give a man the proper time
to nurture a relationship."

"Oh ok.", I reply, caressing my chin.

I heard this before. When a woman states she
got no time for a relationship, she is not looking for one. This is
my kind of woman because I am not looking for one either.
Relationships can get complicated and messy. I prefer non-committed
fun.

How Lucy crosses her thick, caramel thighs, I
can tell she is ready for fun. Before we move forward, there is one
other thing I need to see: her feet. Her dress boots stands
in-between my foot fetish curiosity.

Like I said, a woman with pretty feet is my
weakness. However, a woman with hammer toes gotta go…well at least
after sex! I can't deal with a woman with ugly, beat-up feet. Akin
to Eddie Murphy in the movie, "Boomerang", a "feet test" needs to
be conducted.

I got up from set on the couch and sat down
on the floor to face Lucy. She gave me a confused but curious
expression. "Now what do you think you're doing, Mr. Devin? She was
trying to conceal her grin but I can tell she was anticipating my
next move.

"Well Ms. Pink Dress, You been working hard
all week and I think you deserve a reward." I calmly place both
hands on her right boot. A pleasant smile form across her face.

"Oh ok. So what is my reward?" she asks.

"You will see." I slowly take her right boot
off. To my delight, she had pretty feet. She had red nail polish
and nicely manicured feet. Afterwards, I took off the other left
boot and left foot is identical to the right one."Yes!" I thought
to myself.

Lucy bats her eyes and asks, "So what are you
going to do with my feet?"

"Just sit back and relax," I reply in my low,
masculine tone. She obliged and sat back on my sofa. I began
massaging her feet with both hands one at a time. The right foot
followed by the left. She leaned back and closed her eyes. "Damn. I
definitely needed this."

While raising her left foot, my tongue
connects with her big toe. Lucy bites her lip while her eyes remain
closed. I sucked each toe one by one for the next few minutes; like
juices out of a lemon. "Mmmhmm," Lucy murmurs. As her body began to
adjust to the toe sucking, I had another thing in store. My tongue
glides on her feet soles. Up and down. Down and up. I licked her
soles as if they were the tastiest lollipop in the universe. Lucy
body trembles as she moans softly. Squirming like a fish out the
sea. It's unexplainable why I have a foot fetish but I thank God
for it. I always pride myself on making a woman soaking wet from
pleasuring her feet.

I stopped and got on my knees and moved
between her thighs. "Somebody loves my tongue on her feet," I said.
Lucy eyes slightly dilate upon hearing my voice.

"Something like that! I never had a guy suck
my toes before. You think you're smooth, huh?" She replied while
trying to gather herself from the feet-pleasuring session. Her
facial expression was of pure bliss. Again, she has no idea!

"Yea. Something like that. I think it is your
bedtime, Ms. Jackson. You know old folks can't stay up long."

"Oh, is that so? Well I guess you're going to
have to read me a bedtime story."

"Oh really?" Okay. Well follow me and I'll
give you a good bedtime story." I grabbed her hand and pulled her
close to me. We started tongue kissing each other passionately. Her
lips were so soft. Her smooth hands caressed my well-toned
physique. Damn, she was turning me on. It was evident by the bulge
in my pants.

(Avant "Read Your Mind" playing in
the background)

"Look, we better go upstairs; otherwise, I
won't get a chance to read you a bedtime story."

"Tell me the story down here," she whispered
in my ear. She proceeded to kiss and suck on my neck. As she was
doing so, I take off her pink dress, black bra and panties until
she is fully naked. Wow! Her body is amazing for a 32 year old
woman. No tattoos in sight. Pure caramel bliss.

I began undressing myself and was left
standing in my black Kenneth Cole boxers. She began analyzing by
body with a lustful stare. As a personal trainer, I take pride in
keeping my physique on point. I love the stare a woman gives me
when she sees me shirtless for the first time. Hard work pays
off!

Lucy started rubbing my chest with her left
hand while moving her right hand inside my boxers. She started
stroking my dick slowly. "Oooh, that feels good." I groaned. She
took both hands and pulled down my boxers. "Well, well, well.
Somebody is happy to see this old lady." She gently push me on the
sofa, bend down on her knees and started sucking my dick.

Man. Oh. Man. Her oral sex skills are
wonderful. Her tongue glided from the head to the shaft so
effortlessly. I am not ashamed to say she had my toes curling. It
was if she was getting me back for the toe sucking. Not every woman
can suck dick properly but Lucy can!

"Damn woman! You're trying to make me cum
now," I moaned while grabbing her natural, curly black hair. I was
not going to let this happen. I grabbed her underarms and pulled
her closer to me. Wrapping her torso with my right arm, I use my
left arm to lift us up from the sofa. With her thick, caramel body
wrapped against my muscular physique, I gently pushed her against
the wall. I grabbed my dick and slowly inserted my 8 inches inside
of her.

Her pussy was wetter than a Jacuzzi. Our
bodies worked in unison as I thrust back and forward while she
maneuvered her hips to my rhythm. "Devin…Devin" she moaned
intermittently as her head tilted upwards. My mind focused on one
thing: Not cumming. Every inch of Lucy's pussy walls embraces my
dick. To take my mind off cumming, I started to think about random
animals. I began to think of zebras, monkeys, seagulls and other
random animals. I do not why it works but it helps me last longer
while having sex.

Lucy's erect, cantaloupe-sized breasts
pressed up against my chest like a strait jacket. The hardness of
her brown-reddish nipples massages my upper torso with each stroke.
Our sweaty frames caress near the canvas hanging by the fireplace.
The sensual tunes from my IPod cascade through the atmosphere. Each
song builds upon the sexual intensity we're immersed into.

While thrusting, I began sucking on her soft,
delicate neck. The sweet scent of her perfume greeted my nostrils.
Sweat lavishes my tongue as pulsation of her heartbeat soars
through her neck. Pleasure emerged from her body to acknowledge I
was stimulating the right spots.

"Damn Devin. You are so motherfucking nasty.
Your dick is feeling too good," she whispers hastily in my ear.
Upon hearing those words, I began thrusting harder and deeper
inside of Lucy. This woman had gotten me so excited; thinking about
random animals was not working anymore. The urge to cum was
approaching. We are both breathing heavily.

"Lucy, baby. Whew. You're about to make me
cum!"

Well c'mon daddy because I'm about…I'm about
to cum as well!"