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Sunday, February 13, 2011

Perfect Valentine's Day.

So what would your perfect Valentine's day consist of? For me I imagine good food cooked by someone other than myself, a romantic walk along a beach and kisses and caresses and silly romantic gifts like stuffed bears and a single rose and chocolates and such.

And then, well then it would get very raunchy indeed. I'd love a four poster bed and diaphanous lingerie and maybe a few other things to play with. However they'd not be necessary as long as my husband was there with me. We're quite inventive anyway. ;)

Now, I don't know about you but one place I know I definitely wouldn't want to be on Valentine's day is at the gym. However that is where John and Terri start their Valentine's date in my latest release Getting Physical.

"Wouldn't it be wonderful if they made really sexy work out gear? I mean, for women with curves and bumps and excess flesh. I can't exactly don cycle shorts and a crop top; I'd scar the poor lad for life. As it was, I changed into my jogging pants and, for the occasion, a red baggy T-shirt, and headed into the gym.

It took only seconds for my eyes to rest upon his pumping buttocks. He was facing away from me, peddling for all he was worth on an exercise bike. I took a deep breath then a step, and another step, till I reached the bike next to him.

"Evening." I muttered, my heart already pounding without any kind of exertion.

"Hey." He smiled, slowing down his blistering pace. "I am so glad to see you."

"I'm glad." I replied, unimaginatively. I began to peddle, trying to cover my nervousness. "So, what've you got in store for me then?" I asked, it wasn't till his gaze met mine I realised just how suggestive that sounded.

"Well, unless you want to stay here, I was going to suggest going back to my place. I'll cook us a meal and maybe we can watch a film, or... or something."

Bless his sporty cotton socks. He was far more nervous than I was, and that—kind of sadistically—made me feel much better.

"That sounds good. Let me just work up a bit of a sweat now I'm here, then you can take me home. To, er, watch a film, or... or something." I amazed myself with my brazenness, but John's obvious shyness seemed to boost my confidence.

"Oh, okay. I'm just gonna, you know, wind down, then I'll go change. I'll meet you by reception, okay?"

"Sure." My legs pumped up and down on the bike. I was determined to work up a bit of a sweat. I really wanted to turn round, get changed, and enjoy my Valentine's night, but some strange pride gene kicked in. I had to do a little workout or it would look like I only turned up for the date. Which I did, I know. It still doesn't make any sense to me, either.

I heard him behind me as he stretched out the chinks from his own workout. I moved to the treadmill as he headed to the door. I took a few, hesitant steps then leapt off. I didn't cool down; I jogged to the door and headed for the showers. As I walked passed the disabled room I noticed it was vacant. I got my gear out of the locker then came back to the open door of the still vacant room. I knew it was a bit cheeky to use the disabled facilities, but I liked the privacy of them much better than the ladies changing room. In there, women would walk in all the time, sporty women at that. I'm not that ashamed of my body, but I always felt like a freak around there. My curves didn't fit in with the lean bodies around me.

I locked the door behind me and dashed over to the bench. The room was lovely and warm; someone must have been in recently. Quickly I stripped off my clothes. I was down to my bra and knickers before I realised I could hear the sound of water running.

"Erm, hello? Is there someone in here?"

"Yes," a familiar male voice replied. "Is that you, Terri?"

"It is. I'm sorry, John. I didn't realise you were in here, the door wasn't locked so…"

"No need to apologise. I must have forgotten to lock it in my haste," he shouted over the sound of the water.

"I'll get my things and go over to the ladies…"

"No, no. I'm nearly done now. Just pass me my towel. I'll keep my eyes shut, and you can shower whilst I dress."

"Oh, okay." I quickly slipped off my bra and kickers, very aware that a hot, wet male was just on the other side of the plywood divide. I found his towel strewn over the far end of the bench and walked towards the shower curtain.

I waited for the water to stop and stuck my hand through the curtain. "Here you go." I smiled, shut my eyes tightly and held my own towel over my private parts. My hand brushed past flesh—soft, warm, male flesh—and I withdrew my hand quickly.

"Damn," he cursed. I guessed that he'd dropped the towel so I bent to retrieve it. As I waved my hand just above floor level, my forehead bashed into the back of his head.

"Oh, damn. I'm sorry." Flustered, my eyes flashed open, and I dropped my own towel in the confusion.

"It's okay." He straightened up, a towel in each hand, his eyes still closed. "I've got them both." He held my towel out towards me, but my eyes were busy drinking in the heady vision of his tight and toned body. His chest was hard and practically hairless. I could see the definition of all his muscles in his long torso. The delicate dip at his tummy just begged me to dip my tongue in it. Lower still, I was amazed by his gorgeous cock. Wow, just like the rest of him it was long and hard, very hard.

"Erm, Terri, can you find your towel?"

"Yeah, I'm just feeling about for it now." I grinned mischievously as I stepped forward and reached out towards his midriff. Very purposefully, I brushed past his taut hardness. He gasped, his cock jumped, and I pulled the towel from his hand. I darted round him and under the shower head.

"Thanks." I panted hard, my body tight with arousal as he stepped forward, and I swished the plastic curtain shut as quickly as I could manage. My body was shaking as I pressed the button to release the warm prickles of soft, soothing water. My skin was hyper-sensitive, seeking out touch with a sexual need I was in awe of, maybe even a little afraid of.

Even though John was still in the room, I couldn't help letting out a low moan as the water teased and tickled me. I was breathing hard as I caressed my body with soap-slicked hands. My breasts, my stomach and lowe with every sweep I bit my lip, trying to keep in any more tell-tale noises.

"I'm… I'm gonna go and wait out side." John's voice echoed round the small, steamy space. "Don't worry; I'll stand guard so no one will walk in on you."

We laughed nervously together. The door shut tight, I sighed and rushed to get dressed. All of a sudden I was feeling wicked and I couldn't wait to tease John some more. I realised, for the first time ever, that I had the upper hand in the dating game, and it made me feel sexy. Really sexy."

And the date only gets hotter from this point on! To read more you can pick up Getting Physical from Xcite now!


SherryGLoag said...

Great excerpt but I laughed out loud at this --- "Bless his sporty cotton socks. He was far more nervous than I was, and that—kind of sadistically—made me feel much better."

Victoria Blisse said...

Thanks Sherry, that bit makes me giggle every time I read it!

Jean P said...

Loved this excerpt, was smiling as I read it. Thanks!

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heavy hedonist said...

Naughty and funny.