Naomi and Julian - Sex Stories

Naomi and Julian

... room. "Great, I'm looking forward to it," Julian said as they parted ways. *** In the coming days and weeks, their flirting intensified. Working on Julian's body turned Naomi on more and more. Julian continued to suggest that they should get together to work out away from the clinic. "I think you have the makings of a tremendous athlete," Julian would tell her. Naomi began to feel confused. She couldn't deny her attraction to this wealthy stud triathlete, but there was hesitance setting in regarding her husband. She had never cheated on him, even though she'd had a couple of opportunities over the years. At the same time, a perfect specimen like Julian rarely came around. To make things even more difficult, the clinic had extremely strict rules about staff becoming involved with clients. Such an infraction if discovered would result in dismissal. She had already committed a sin by giving Julian her cell number, under the auspices that he could text her questions about his leg. "So when are we going to hit the bike and the water?" Julian asked on the last day of his treatment cycle. "I'm not supposed to fraternize with clients," Naomi responded as she massaged his calf. "Fraternize?" Julian said, rolling over onto his back. "This is athletic activity," he said coyly. "I think it would help my rehabilitation." Naomi laughed. "Well," Julian sighed. "My treatment period is almost over anyways." "Okay, well let's go for a bike ride," she said almost reflexively, only partly ...

... thinking about all that could entail. *** The following Friday, Naomi booked the day off work. She hooked her mountain bike up to the back of her Jeep Liberty and met Julian outside his complex at 8 a.m. With his bike added to the rack, they drove west to Huddart Park and the hills. Julian knew a place, he said, that would be perfect. They parked her SUV in a lot off a quiet road, and headed off on their bikes. As they rode the winding trails they were checking each other out most of the time. Naomi's pert body was accentuated beautifully by her synthetic cycling outfit, and Julian fought off physical arousal as he churned uphill. After two hours of cycling, they stopped in a remote clearing with a bench under some giant redwoods. Julian was hot, so he unzipped his cycling jersey and pulled it off. For the first time, Naomi caught a glimpse of him topless and his chiseled, tanned and tight upper body without an ounce of fat on it. "That's a cool tattoo," she said, pointing out the sun design surrounding his belly button. She had seen it on videos of him competing in triathlons, but was particularly taken by it in person. As they both sat on the bench to take a break and drink some water, Julian asked her if she had any tattoos. She turned slightly, lifting the back of her top to reveal a butterfly on the small of her back. "Oh, a tramp stamp," Julian joked. "How long have you had that?" "Since college. And I'm not a tramp," she added, mostly amused but slightly annoyed by his ...