An Hour Alone

She lay on the bench slowly inhaling and exhaling; she looked up to see his face looking down at her, as he stood next the bench above her head, waiting for her to start her set. He didn’t notice her the same way she noticed him; she was cute and his age, yet he was married but he couldn’t tell her, not yet anyway.
She closed her eyes, inhaled deeply and let it out. Her hands gripped the barbell above her. She slowly turned her hands and trying to place them comfortably. He assumed she was psyching herself up to start this set, he didn’t know however was that she couldn’t concentrate. She kept repeating the question over and over again but couldn’t bring herself to speak up and ask him.
“Whenever you’re ready,” he whispered.
His voice sounded sweet to her; she bite her lip gently and took one last breathe and inhaled deep as she lifted the 75 lb. barbell above her head. She slowly brought it down to her chest in perfect form and slowly pushed the bar away from her chest. He focused on her set but was sure this wasn’t hard for her; he  knew that she lacked confidence in lifting alone and all he was doing was standing there, simply to reassure her and help her reach her goals. He wanted to talk to her about gaining that confidence and that she did have the strength to lift this weight alone and that she could lift heavier if she wanted to. If he did say something however, then that may simply take away these moments he had with her. The moments that were not wrong for a married man, to help a beautiful woman at the gym; to talk to her and for one more time, to know that there is a possibility that he could still attract other women, especially ones as cute as she was.
Donnie was his name. He had been a regular at Gold’s Gym for 12 years. His wife had never joined him there and this had become his home away from home; his place away from being a married man; his place to be just him, Donnie. He was 36 years old; very well built with strong shaply arms and broad chest and shoulders. He was handsome with brown eyes and brown hair shaved to an inch on his head. He had stopped worrying about looking attractive years ago when he married his wife but every now and then, when a woman from his gym spoke to him, he couldn’t help but wonder if she found him attractive.
“Kasey,” he said when she finished her set,” you rock at this, you know?”
She sat up and turned to look at him.
“Thanks,” she said. Her curly long brown hair hung loosely below her shoulders. She pulled it back and took a sip of water from her bottle. She breathed deep; closed her eyes and regained her composer. That was easy enough and she feared that if she lifted more, she’d make a fool of herself. Better yet, she feared that if she started to lift more, he may get turned off or something. She didn’t want him to think she was a beefy body builder chick that took steroids and drank creatine.
“Bench pressing is my hardest; I hate benching!” She said to him as she stood up. She was eye to eye with him and the only thought that ran her mind at this moment was how sweet it would be to kiss him. His lips were full and red and to her they looked like they may taste like cotton candy.
He looked down on the floor after he realized that he may very well be attracted to her. He couldn’t believe the thought of kissing her crossed his mind. Her wet lips seemed to be calling his name and for the first time in years he felt some sort of chemistry spark between them.
“Hey,” he said, “let me finish up and I’ll chat with you soon, okay?”
“Sure!” she said uncomfortably. She didn’t want to be in his way and she surely wanted him to finish his workout.
“I have a few more sets with the dumbbells so we’ll talk soon okay?”
He gave her a friendly smile as he walked away from her. He couldn’t believe he felt his blood start to rush. He wasn’t surprised that sex had crossed his mind but was surprised that the girl he was now fantasizing about was her, Kasey and not his wife.1

She lost her own train of thought and walked herself to the opposite side of the gym to start her free weight sets. She would have to come up with the courage to tell him she liked him; or no wait that would be stupid. Maybe she should just give him her phone number and tell him anytime he wanted to work out, to call her. She wanted to tell him she’d love to have dinner with him tonight but she didn’t want to sound desperate. She did however have to come up with an idea to let him know that she thought more of him then just another guy at her gym.2

He sat on the leg press machine starring at her from afar. He couldn’t believe the thoughts that ran through his mind. He wanted her to sit on his lap; to touch her stomach; to feel her skin under her shirt, to touch her breasts; to kiss her neck. He closed his eyes and shook the thought from his mind. He couldn’t be thinking this way of her now could he be? He couldn’t possibly be cheating on his wife just by thinking of another woman or could he be? As he started to push the plate forward with his legs, he realized he would have to ignore Kasey for a few days. He couldn’t stand the thought of losing his wife let alone the thought of it being his fault for cheating on her. 3

After moments passing by Kasey turned around to see Donnie leaving the gym without saying goodbye. She sat on the bench silently screaming. Her mind shut down as the thought of missing another opportunity to either tell him her thoughts or exchange numbers with him, at least. She remained silent as she sat on the bench and once she finished her set, she walked to the locker rooms and showered. She went into the sauna for a few minutes and closed her eyes. As the heat surrounded her, she felt better. She finally forgot about him and decided to focus on her night ahead of her. She could watch Friends re-runs to keep her mind busy; she could watch Sex and The City and drink wine until she passed out. She got out of the sauna; got dressed and left the gym. 4

She stopped in the middle of the parking lot and to her surprise there he stood waiting for her at her car. She wasn’t sure why, could she have a flat tire? She didn’t know but she approached him while smiling ear to ear.
“How long have you been there?” she asked him.
He didn’t answer. He didn’t know what to say; he didn’t know what he was doing. When she was in front of him he stepped closer to her. He slowly touched her cheek with his right hand. He looked at her face and before he knew it, he leaned in to kiss her lips.
He pulled her closer to him; his arms wrapping themselves around her waist.
He then started to feel her ass. He felt her return his embrace. They kissed as if they were not in public, as if they were all alone.5

“Donnie! Donnie!” He heard his wife’s voice call his name.6

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(to be continued)8