The Boy Next Door (64 page)

Annie stepped over the puddles easily as she approached the gym, smoothing her tee shirt and leggings out of nervous habit.  The girl behind the front desk did not even recognize her at first, but when she remembered Annie, she looked surprised at the change in clothing.

It was all irrelevant when Tony walked through the door.  His eyes widened at the sight of the blonde woman on the chair.  The tee shirt hugged her form more closely, and despite the minimizing effect of the workout bra, he got an eyeful of her full breasts.  Her legs were long and lean under the tight leggings.  He had been hoping for the baggy sweatpants again but found himself pleased at the sight of her.

She smiled up at him, and thrilled at the wide-eyed stare she was receiving.  She stood when he motioned to her and her pussy tingled as she walked past him towards to the training room.  He really did smell delicious, like the outdoors and cologne and masculinity.

The session started with a review of the previous movements.  She found herself anxious to not only be entangled with him again, but eager to show him that she remembered.  This time he felt certain that she could feel his muscles twitch underneath her flat stomach but perhaps she would just write it off to friction or proximity.

As he held her in the choke position, she attempted one of the escape moves he had reviewed last time, but instead of letting her loose, he rolled with her momentum until he was on top of her and between her thighs.

She gasped at the sudden flip and he found himself frozen in that position, staring down at her full lips and flushed cheeks.  His hips had their own ideas as they ground forward into her ever so slightly.  Annie gasped again when she realized what he was doing but made no efforts to pull away.  Instead, she attempted to lock her ankles behind his waist and pull him back the other direction.

He was caught so off-guard by the swelling in his groin that he could not maintain his own balance and toppled to the side.  Now the two were officially tangled into no particularly sanctioned position.

She started giggling and his face turned red.

“Oh, um, sorry.  I think I lost my balance.” He tried to excuse his clumsiness.

“Or maybe you weren’t focused.”  Annie teased him as his face grew redder.

He looked at her long and hard, debating on whether she was just playing with him or if she was getting at something more specific.

“Shall we try something else?” He tried to play the professional and hoped that Annie was buying it.

She tried not to smirk at him as she nodded.  “Sure.”

“Why don’t we flip it around?  You start on the ground and try to hold me.”

She knew she was going to lose, trying to hold an experienced fighter during her second lesson.  But her body ached for his touch and her pussy tingled for more so she agreed to try.  She assumed the June bug position on her back, now known to her as the “guard” and he lay on top of her as she locked her ankles around his waist.  He grabbed her wrist and twisted his torso until he had writhed out of her control, and she found herself on top of him, straddling his groin and panting.  He watched as her breasts heaved under the snug tee shirt and again his hips took a life of their own as they ground upwards into her.

She braced herself with her palms flat on his chest and stared at him.

“Tony?”

“Um…yeah?”  He tried to hold his hips still.

“What are you doing?”

The flush on his cheeks was spreading to his smooth scalp but he had no verbal response.  She tossed her head so that her ponytail flipped against his bent knee and his fingers dug into her upper thighs.  Her muscles were lean and taut under his fingers and he fought off the urge to slide his fingers higher.  She was not sure why she was so tempted to stay in that exact position for several hours but she was embarrassed by her body’s reaction to this man she was straddling.

“Annie?”

“Yes?”

“I think we may need to take a break.”

“Probably a good idea.”

She pushed herself up off of him, making sure to stay clear of any area that would tempt her too much.  He stayed in the prone position and watched her walk over to her bag and bend over for the water bottle.  From his vantage point on the floor as she bent over in her skintight leggings, he could see the outline of her ass perfectly and he knew that he was dangerously close to violating this client in ways she had not signed up for.

As she straightened back up with the water bottle in hand, she thought he heard a groan from the floor but dismissed the thought and the implications quickly.  She turned around just in time to catch him pulling his hand out of his shorts after adjusting his swollen cock.

“Tony?” she asked, afraid of the answer.

“Yes?” There was no plausible explanation for what she had just seen.

“I-I-I’m not sure what’s going on here.”  She smoothed the loose strands back into her ponytail.

He was mortified at the implication he was the only one having the inappropriate thoughts.  He had been a professional fighter, and was a professional trainer.  Yet here he was, laying on the ground, caught feeling his own hard-on.  He tried to sit up into a more dignified position but something about this lithe blonde client had completely melted his arrogance into lust.

“Annie, I’m sorry.  I just… I’m not sure what to say.”

She walked back over and stood in front of him, putting her groin at eye level.  He fought the urge to yank the leggings off of her right there and throw her backwards onto the mat.

He backed up on the floor like a crab and stood up awkwardly, running his palms over his scruffy chin and scalp.  She blinked, slowly becoming aware of what he was not saying to her.  And as the sun can break free through the clouds, she realized that for the first time in years, she had the upper hand in a situation.  She had caught him adjusting his cock because she had woken it up.  She tried not to grin but she knew she wanted to savor the moment.

She stepped towards him until her chest was only inches from his.

“Did you want more?” she asked, not very innocently.

“More?”  His embarrassment grew.  Where was she taking this?

“Surely you have something else to teach me tonight…”

“Oh, okay then.  Sure.”

He lay back down in the guard position and motioned for her to assume the opposite position.  This time as she arranged herself as he asked, she made sure to touch him a little more intentionally.  Her hand grazed his thigh as she rested it against his side.  Her breasts brushed against the fly of his shorts as she moved forward to kneel over him.  She heard him inhale sharply but pretended not to notice.

He locked his ankles around behind her and she wriggled just a little, feeling his thighs tighten around her waist.  Tony tried to focus on the movements at hand as he guided her body through the motions but then got too caught up in his own re-focus and soon found himself in an even more precarious position.

He now had his ankles locked behind her neck and her breasts pressed firmly against his protected cock.  He exhaled loudly and tried to maneuver himself into a less compromising position.  But the friction of their bodies and the feel of her strong runner’s legs under his hands only made the swelling more uncomfortable.

Annie was so caught up in trying to tease Tony that it took a few minutes for her to register his strong hands on her bare midsection since her tee shirt had ridden up, not to mention the proximity of his entire body.  It was in that moment that she realized she was teasing herself just as much. 

There was no doubt in her mind what was going to happen in the near future.

Both Annie and Tony found themselves tangled together, flushed and panting.  She turned her head slightly to face him and as she watched his face closely, she drew a slow figure eight against him with her hips.  His pupils dilated until his eyes looked black instead of deep brown.

His ankles released their lock hold on her neck and his hands slid slowly from her trim waist to her firm ass, and he pressed her down against himself.  She drew another painstakingly slow figure eight with her hips and his fingertips dug into her flesh.

His legs deliberately made their way apart from around her as one of his hands slid up her back until it rested at the nape of her neck.  She felt the tingle from her hair line all the way to her painted red toenails as she dug her fingertips into the mat below them.  And he pulled her face towards him until they were an inch apart.

“Tony?” she asked in a hushed tone.

And he crushed his lips against hers.  Her lips parted as she moaned softly, and his tongue grazed her bottom lip.  In a move that she imagined could have only happened in the movies, he used his legs and rolled their tangled bodies to one side until he was lying on top of her and between her open thighs.

He ground his hips down into her and she gasped at the unnatural hardness against her pussy.  It took a moment to realize that she was not feeling him, just his protective cup, and she bit back a giggle.  The giggles stifled completely when his teeth nipped her lower lip and she gasped again.

She ran her hand over his smooth head and raked her nails down his back, eliciting a groan from him.  He stared as her full breasts rose and fell with her heavy breathing and could not resist brushing the back of his fingers across one stiffening nipple.

The clock on the wall dinged out the time and his head snapped around, pulling both of them out of their lust-fueled fog.

“Annie!  Oh God, I… I’m sorry… I don’t know what…”

She grinned up at him from her spread-eagled position.  “So…same time tomorrow?”

He ran his palm over his smooth scalp, brushing away the droplets of sweat.

“Um, yeah, sure…”  He clumsily pulled himself off of her body and hurried out of the training room to duck into the men’s locker room.

She jumped up from the mat, grinning to herself.  The thought of her boyfriend Ken never crossed her mind as she considered following him to wherever he had retreated.  Her entire body felt electrified and although she knew what she would be doing later that evening, she also knew that it was only going to take the edge off until she had Tony naked and grunting inside her.

Tony slammed the stall door shut in the locker room and ripped down his shorts and cup.  His cock sprang out of its confinement and seemed almost angry at him for letting her leave.  He wrapped his fist around himself and pumped hard as he pictured her heaving breasts.  He had to brace himself against the wall as he exploded into his own hand.

When Annie got home, she did not even bother to shower.  She left her workout clothes in a pile on the bedroom floor and crawled into bed completely naked.  Her finger could not get to her pussy fast enough and within minutes, she shuddered through her climax with thoughts of Tony’s hard body against her.

The next day, neither of them could focus on the work that had to be accomplished before the training session.  Annie stared at the legal briefs she was supposed to be writing as though they had all been written in ancient Aramaic.  And Tony got his ass handed to him in nearly every single sparring match he attempted.

After work, Annie stared into her gym bag, debating on the outfit.  She knew the tee shirt and leggings had gotten his attention but she also knew that the tank top and running shorts would send him over the edge.  She fingered the short nylon shorts, knowing that if she wore those, it would be ‘game on’ as far as Tony was concerned.  Without his hard body pressing up against her, she could think more rationally.  But as soon as the memory of his large hands and tight abs flitted through her mind, her pussy begged her to make the decision it longed for.

Tony found himself almost breathless as he waited for Annie’s session.  At great risk to his physical body, he removed the protective cup before her appointment.  If she decided this was the day to learn how to fight, he was in for a whole new world of pain.  But, on the other hand, if she decided this was the day to learn how to fuck, he would be ready.

She played it safe this time, and showed up to training in her tee shirt and leggings.  Her pussy had had a long argument with her brain but this time the brain won.  She had a boyfriend who was sometimes at home for her, and she could not be jumping on the first hard body she came across.

Tony led her down the hallway and into the training room.  He made sure to follow with enough distance that he could watch her ass sway as she made her way there.  He took another good long look as she bent over to put her things on the floor.

He contemplated having her try out the punching bag in the corner but his cock won the internal argument to continue with the wrestling style moves.

He had her start in the prone position on the floor and lay down on top of her.  He cursed himself inside his own head as his voice shook during the instructions.  He carefully manipulated her legs until they were wrapped around his neck.  He knew she had to be feeling his twitching cock but her face stayed as smooth and as calm as she could manage.

He even started questioning whether he was losing his mind, whether he was the only one in this fantasy.  Then he remembered her response when he kissed her, and he grinned to himself.  He was a professional fighter, and had to get the upper hand in this fight.  He could not lose his self-control with this blonde woman.