Little Miss Calculation - Sex Stories

Little Miss Calculation

... night sound?” Elaine rolled her eyes, but giggled. “Come on, let’s move this show along. Don’t you have personal training to prepare for?” When they were out of earshot of anyone else, he whispered, “I know what kind of personal training I’d really like to prepare for.” Their kiss was loose. Familiar. “After work, you can swing by my place and prepare all night if you’d like.” He collected her in his arms. She felt tiny there and loved how tall he was. “I have a better idea. Come back here and meet me. I’m supposed to close up.” He bounced his brows. Elaine laughed. “I like where this is headed, as long as it doesn’t involve any saunas.” As sexy as that initial encounter had been, it had been literally too hot. She’d nearly passed out twice and had felt thirsty for the week following. “I was thinking a skinny dip in the pool.” “Mmm, we’ve never done that.” “Meet me down there a quarter after close? I’ll leave the back door open, just lock it behind you.” She shivered with excitement. “Feels clandestine.” “You and your words.” “I’ll see you tonight.” **** Elaine paused before the mirror, tube of lip gloss in her hand, and announced to no one in particular, “This feels suspiciously like a date.” And then she had to wait out her smile before continuing with the glossy application. A date. Yes. That’s what this felt like. So what if it was at the same workplace hook-up she’d been having for over a month, she’d never actually gone back for one of those. She’d never taken an ...

... evening shower for one. Or put on make-up especially for it. Or shaved her legs. Or blow-dried her blonde hair. And why did she spend so much time choosing her outfit when she was meeting Hayden for a skinny dip? She turned off the brightly lit avenue, still crawling with college k**s making their way from bar to bar on Friday night, and approached the back door with her heart in her throat. As he’d promised, Hayden had left it open. She slipped in and locked it behind her, issuing a “hello” that was swallowed up by the dark without a response. Emergency lights lit the way to the basement level. “Hayden?” she called as she walked into the women’s locker room and saw a flickering light around the corner. No response again. She rounded it, failing to rationalize the climbing feeling of dread, and relaxed. Even laughed as the tension dissipated. A small tea candle was shedding the light, floating in a shallow bowl that sat on the bench they’d christened last week. A note was tucked up under it. “No clothes allowed beyond this point.” “I never figured you as a romantic, Hayden,” she whispered as she stripped off the cute outfit she’d spent too long picking out. Blowing out the candle, she padded by the showers and sauna, which held even more memories, and followed the signs marked, “Pool.” City Fitness didn’t have a huge pool, given the urban location, but that it had one at all was a major selling point. With just four lap-lanes, it was popular enough that customers had to reserve a ...