Lesbians Love and Sex at the Gym

by Glenda Watson

  I hadn't realized how dark it is at 5:30 a.m. until this morning. It was my first day of work at Smith, Kline Dodson and Roarke a well established and extremely well connected law firm in Northeast San Antonio. On my first interview with the Director of Personnel, I was informed that the firm prided itself on it's Christian, pro-life, politically motivated focus and I was expected to conform to the tenants of the charter should I wish to be hired. Needing to become employed on a full time basis after my recent divorce, I determined it was not the time to share every one of my inner secrets. I had no doubt in my mind that I could function very well in the company environment without compromising either mine or their individual beliefs. Oh, by the way, I felt it was inappropriate on the first interview to share with the Director of Personnel that I was a lesbian and had been for as long as I could remember. Although I felt very devout in my religious beliefs, I fully realized that my church did not share my zeal for an alternate lifestyle. It was considered in conflict with the teachings of my faith. However, feeling strongly that God is the only one to make that decision on how my life has been lived, I decided to leave the judgment solely in his hands for my own individual day of reckoning. As far as the pro-life aspect of their corporate policy, I had no problem with that. I did not necessarily agree with abortion. In fact, it was always a frightening prospect to consider what my individual decision would be should I become pregnant and not be in the position to bring the child into this world as my own. For the child's sake I had to feel pro-life was the key however, in my inner soul, I knew that pro-choice would be of greatest importance should the situation arise. The political arena was another story entirely. I had developed quite a political interest over the past few years. The fact that I had chosen to cast my vote as a Democrat may not have sat well with the founding fathers of the firm. But, as long as my political views were not challenged on a personal vein, my choice of political affiliation remained my own secret and not one I would readily choose to discuss at any length. The Christian Coalition is historically more aligned with the Republican Party and that was far from my political choice in light of my sexual orienttion. As part of my corporate benefits package, I was to receive a membership at a local health club. Most of the partners and associates spent lunch hour at the club either playing tennis, racquetball, squash or enjoying the lap pool or nautilus facilities. In my mind, any activity that made me run too fast or too far was double the amount of exercise I was to need in a day and I chose to swim or lift as part of my daily routine. Monday, Wednesday and Friday had been earmarked for nautilus and the off days, Tuesday, Thursday and Saturday were for laps in the pool. I had successfully swimming distance to just over 2 miles a week. That was more than enough exercise in itself. I felt confident that my body needed no further torture and the fact that I was well toned and quite shapely showed my own inner commitment had been fulfilled. Lunch time today would provide me the opportunity to become certified on the equipment at the health club. This certification made certain I was aware of the operation of the nautilus area, the correct equipment settings and weight loads as well as the rules of etiquette expected from each club member. I looked forward to receiving my fitness card. It had been almost two weeks without any appreciable amount of exercise since I moved from New Orleans. Settling in and doing all the "new move" activities was enough to run me ragged. A long hard sweaty workout was what I needed to get back on track. The morning went by quickly as I reviewed the cases pending on the corporate docket. As a new associate I could expect to receive a heavy load of low profile, less attractive cases which were beneath the dignity and expertise of the partners and senior associates. I didn't mind. My original focus had been Legal Service law during my last year in law school. There the cases are not very exciting. Mostly landlord/tenant disputes, divorces and civil suits. Anything was going to be fine with me. Everyone had to "pay their dues" and now was a good time to start. I felt fortunate to have "hitched my wagon to a rising star" in Smith, Kline, Dodson and Roarke. In my mind, things could have gotten much better. The Health Club was conveniently situated less than a block from the office just South of Rt. 281 and Blanco Rd. The Kroger supermarket had closed almost three years ago and, although the building had been leased by Texas Warehouse for almost a year, that hadn't lasted either. The developer had realized that after two years of vacancy, the space had to be renovated for something other than a supermarket facility in order to be marketable. When Health Works, Inc. approached the developer about leasing the space, the building was literally gutted and remodeled to accommodate the requirements of a fitness facility. The large parking area, accessibility and proximity to retail as well as area restaurants made it a highly profitable location. The owners were going to make money here, and that was for certain. Expecting the parking to be filled during lunch hour, I took the opportunity to walk the block South on Rt. 281. It was a glorious April afternoon and I was thrilled that spring had arrived. Although San Antonio never stays cold for very long during the winter months, the break in the weather is always a signal of summer and it's array of activities. The area was filled with activities galore. Between Fiesta Texas, Sea World, the Alamo Plaza and other historical sites in the area, San Antonio rested 3 hours due West of Houston and 5 hours South of Dallas. Once I got situated with work and organized in a routine, I could begin to enjoy what was available in the areas around my newfound home. "Hi, I'm Dana Delaney." I said to the receptionist at the front desk. "I'm a new associate at Smith, Kline , Dodson and Roarke," "Do you have an introduction card with the name of your training associate?" she asked in a somewhat less than courteous manner. Noticing her nametag identified her as Sandee, Training Supervisor, I wondered what type of customer service skills she would be imparting to her employees. Taking notice of the fact that I was staring at her name tag, Sandee paused and began to comment. "I'm sorry, I didn't sound all that happy to greet you did I?" Realizing this was the perfect opportunity to say `that's right, you didn't', I paused before I spoke. I'd had bad days myself and the customer service business was one which was continually filled with people who had bad days, bad nights or just didn't like life. She had to face it all. Somedays it could not have been that easy to face such a myriad of bad situations or ill mannered individuals with a smile. "That's okay. It must have been a tough morning," I replied with a smile. "It certainly has been!" She smiled and was noticeably relieved I was understanding and not taking her behavior personally. "I had to dismiss one of my employees today and that has left me her portion of the workload in addition to my own. In fact, I'll be your training associate whenever you are ready." "Can you direct me to the locker room so I can change," I asked inquisitively. "Through the double doors and the Ladies Locker Room is the fourth door on the right. You'll find a exit door from the Locker Room directly into the Nautilus area. Just grab a towel and I'll meet you on the floor in 10 minutes." Looking back down towards the counter I could see she had relaxed a bit but the stress was still visible on her face. By the time I reached the double doors she shouted behind me "Dana, do you need a lock for your locker?" "No thanks, I brought one with me," I replied. "Thanks anyway." The facility had opened less than a year ago and the hallways still had that smell of freshly painted walls. The decor was light and airy, pastel colors and tastefully decorated. The locker room had two long walls of lockers with benches in front. Bins of newly laundered towels were maintained in the locker area as well as beside the showers and an area had been designated for soiled linens destined to be returned to the laundry. The 7 showers were continually cleaned and maintained during the day and miniature bottles of shampoo and body soap were provided for the convenience of each guest. Nothing seemed to be lacking. There
were hair dryers along the mirrored vanity and disposable combs, razors and personal hygiene supplies were available upon request. This was heaven and I was loving it. I chose a locker near the shower area, donned my sports bra and nylon running shorts and a clean pair of socks from my bag. My Reeboks were becoming worn and had been relegated to the "indoor fitness scene". I locked my locker, grabbed a towel from the bin at the far end of the lockers and headed out into the fitness area. Sandee had arrived ahead of me . She was resetting the machines to 15 lbs each until she could determine what weight level was an appropriate starting point for my strength. My application had shown experience with Nautilus over the past 4 years in Louisiana while attending Law School. So, I at least knew what I was doing. The certification process was more of a formality. Sandee realized this but knew that it was obligatory for insurance reasons that an initial certification be performed. "Did you find everything okay?" Sandee looked straight into my eyes when she asked and it caught me off guard. "Sure, not a problem," I said. "Everything was right there for me." "Great, let's get started." We worked the machines making the usual circuit and Sandee explained the meaning of the repetitions and correct machine settings almost as if pre-programmed for speech. The number of times she had been required to give this spiel were probably too numerous to count. But, after the first hundred or so, it had to just roll off her tongue with very little effort or thought. After we completed the rotation, I got the tour of the facility during my cool down. "Here's the pool area if you'd like to use it on your off days. You don't do Nautilus every day do you?" Knowing that the body needed a day in between workouts to recoup energies, my routine had been set well within the anticipated limits. "Why, do I look like a lifter?" I said eliciting a chuckle from Sandee in return . "Good, that's how it should be. You may not look like a lifter but, looks can be deceiving." Sandee pointed to the court areas and poked her head into the restaurant to check on the special of the day. Soup and pita stuffed with chicken salad. She rarely brought lunch as she noted meals were part of her own benefit package at the club. "You'd enjoy the food here," she said. "I have at least one of my meals here each day and dinner also if I pull a double shift during the weekend." We finished the tour with a look at the sauna and jacuzzi area and Sandee made a point of taking me into the sauna to show me the thermostat and controls. She considered them temperamental and felt a quick orientation of their idiosyncrasies was appropriate. "Sometimes these are stubborn when you try to set them," she noted as she attempted to set the timer for 15 minutes. "See, it's doing it again. If you have problems, just reset back to the left of zero and it should begin to work." We'd spent almost 5 minutes in the sauna trying to set the timer and I noticed Sandee had begun to sweat. Her arms glistened as the sweat beads began to grow along her shoulders. Her temples were perspiring and the outline of her cheeks were accentuated by the outlines of perspiration draining down her chin to her awaiting chest below. I thought what a lovely woman she was. No ring. No apparent impediments to a relationship. Maybe someday I'd have the opportunity to really know her. But, not today. "There it goes," Sandee said in a triumphant voice. "Let me know if you have any problems." "Thanks I said," sitting down on the bench to rejuvenate my body from the workout. Closing my eyes, I felt relaxed, I felt refreshed and I felt whole again. A great job, a great workout and I had met a woman I felt attracted to. I felt as if `I had it all'. Weeks went by before I saw Sandee at the club again. She had taken a few weeks personal leave following the death of her Mother. When she returned to the club, I saw her working out on her own time, just trying to focus her mind on something other than the pain she had been feeling over her loss. "Sandee, how's it going?" I asked in a light yet supportive tone. "Working out yourself I see -- just trying to make the rest of us look bad huh?" "I doubt I could do that." Sandee replied quietly, continuing her workout. Realizing she was lost in thought, I watched her on the machines as I completed my own rotation. She was about 4 machines ahead of me . Twelve repetitions, reset the seat, wipe the cushion, reset the weights and move on to the next. Over and over I watched her, pressing hard, pushing her body to the limits. About half way through the rotation she was working calf raises while I was preparing to do bench press. I noticed the weight belt ran low on her lower hips and buttocks and beads of sweat were draining down the inner portion of her thighs. Each raise caused her calves to tighten and as my eyes drew upwards, I noticed her cheeks pressing tighter together with each raise of the toe. She had a wonderfully fit body. I would say 5'7" of perfection. About 110 pounds, well toned and well disciplined. Watching her raise and lower herself made me feel hot and I could feel my self getting wet. I was no longer wet from the sweat of my own workout, I was wet from my overwhelming desire for her. She had captured my mind, my spirit and she didn't even realize the hold she had developed over my soul. Her last machine was designed to strengthen the abdomen and lower back. Facing away from me I saw her set the machine for 40 lbs. Leaning gingerly against the back rest she pressed over backwards providing a wonderful view of her 36" D cup breasts leaning slighty out of her sports bra. I was dumstruck. Her breasts were round, supple and quite firm and the nipples remained hidden beneath the textures of her bra. I would have loved to touch them but that could be dangerous. I'd taken on the `don't ask, don't tell fascade' and breaking from that decision could jeopardize my position at the firm. Nothing was worth that right now. I then made a fatal mistake. I failed to check my own weights on the leg raises. The pin had been pulled and not replaced when Sandee had completed her set and I was so mesmerized by her body that I had failed to check it myself. With the first rotation, the pulley's jerked up suddenly, the first plate slapped to the frame and I felt my knee lock as I had no resistance whatsover to halt it's upward motion. I was in pain. Stabbing, sharp pain. Grasping the outside of my left knee, I leaned forward pressing my head tightly into my lap hoping to circumvent the pain which was radiating through my lower body. It wasn't working. Sandee had heard the clang of the plate as it hit the machine and at once she realized what had happened. "I am so sorry Dana," she said leaning over my pain ravaged body in despair. "I forgot to reset the pin before I went on to the next machine." I could smell her scent as she loomed above me and I began to focus less on the pain and more on her. She had laid down the back rest on the cushion and instructed me to lay back. I think she was afraid I might faint. Placing a towel behind my neck I felt a droplet of her perspiration land squarely on my left check. I wiped it gently with my hand and placed my wrist across my eyes hoping to bring her scent closer to my consciousness. "I'm fine," I said quietly. "I just need to rest a moment. "Let me get some ice for your knee. Don't move." Sandee grabbed her own towel, placed it around her long slender neck and wiped her face as she maneuvered herself back towards the first aid closet in the corner. They maintained a small supply cabinet in each workout area for just this type of situation. Sandee grabbed an individual ice packet, cracked it on the ground and began rubbing it vigorously between her palms. The icy cold feeling was almost immediate as the chemicals mixed with the liquid forming frigid relief. It had to be cold because a chill went right up each of her arms. Goose flesh appeared and her nipples stood straight and tall to greet me. What a thrill I had received. She had given me the best medicine of all and hadn't even realized it. After twenty minutes, the ice had helped to stall off any immediate swelling. Sandee helped me to the locker room and I attempted to shower. Realizing going back to work was not a viable option, I contacted my secretary and asked to receive half of a personal day so I could go home and put my leg up. No problem at work. It was Friday afternoon and no heavy cases had to be dealt with this close to the weekend. "Do you need any help in the shower?" Shouted Sandee. I would have loved some help in the shower, help lathering my own supple breasts with soap, or swirling body wash across the well shaven mound surrounding my throbbing clit. As I stood motionless beneath the tepid rush of water, I closed my eyes and thought only of her touch. Quickly realizing a response to her questi
on was required, I said "No, I think I have it. Thanks." "Let me know when you're done, I'll help you from the shower area over to the bench to get dressed." "I'm done." I said quickly. Rinsing my face one last time and stroking myself all over I opened the curtain and reached for a towel on the rack to the left. We both grabbed for the same towel at just the same exact moment and we both were startled. I released my grip and allowed her to hand me the towel. Attempting to steady myself I leaned squarely against the marble shower entrance and felt a cold chill rush up and down my spine. Sandee looked up with a start when she heard me screech and smiled softly when she realized what I had done. "Cold isn't it," she said. "I do that all the time." I attempted to dry myself quickly and after Sandee helped me to the locker area, I gathered my clothes and placed the rest of my workout gear back in the locker. I wasn't certain how long this injury might keep me out of the club so I made certain everything was in it's place before I left. "Oh damn," I remarked. "What's wrong?" asked Sandee. "I just realized I walked down here from the office and it's all uphill going back. I'll have to call a cab." "Nonsense," Sandee replied. "I insist on driving you home. I'm not on shift at all today and there's no way you're going to be able to drive with that knee anyway." How lucky could I have been? Sandee was driving me home. This was working out much better than I could have ever imagined. The apartment was straightened, the bathroom had been cleaned and I was in great shape to entertain. But, would she be interested in coming in? That was the real question. "Let's go," Sandee said. "I've got your bag, you've got your keys and now all I need are directions to your place. Realizing that I'd have long hours and not one to make late night drives unless I had to, I had rented an apartment less than a mile from the office on Huebner Rd. In fact, on a nice morning, I thought it would be a nice walk into work. If I was tired in the afternoon, I could always get a ride from one of the other associates or call a cab when I needed one. "Take a right out of the parking lot here and make the first left on Huebner. My apartment is about four blocks up on the left. " "Vista Del Mar Apartments was nestled among a small grove of scrub oak trees and took on the look of a desert paradise. The pool had been built adjacent to my wing of the building and it would be very convenient come late spring or summer evenings after a long day at the office. To the left of the pool was a hot tub which was available now if anyone of the residents were interested. Not too many takers though since it was the walk back to your apartment that was the torture, not the temperature of the hot tub itself. "Mine is the last apartment on the first floor of the C Wing." I said as we entered the parking lot from Huebner. " My space is just in front of my door. You might as well park there since my car is still at the office." I realized I'd need to call the office and make certain they knew my car would be there at least overnight. Otherwise, Security would have the car towed to the impound lot. That was the last thing I needed to worry about right now. "Let me help you inside," said Sandee. She picked up my gear and opened my door. Her empty right arm had been saved to help steady me. My knee was actually feeling better and I almost felt silly asking for any help at all. But, I wanted the opportunity to have her in and this gave me the opportunity I had needed. "You sit here on the couch while I get more ice from the freezer." Sandee headed to the kitchen and filled a plastic grocery bag as full as she could. Reaching for a dish towel to absorb some of the cold, Sandee returned to the living room and rested the towel and bag gently on my slightly bruising knee. "I never noticed all these scars before," she said. Having played basketball in college and having torn the entire cartiledge of my left knee in one game my senior year, I had endured three arthroscopic surgeries over the past 5 years. My knee had been left to look like a `poster child' for the Rand McNally Road Atlas. Sandee began to run her fingers up and down the scars, gently pressing on them and massaging my injured knee along side of the ice pack. "That feels good," I said. "What does, the ice or the massage?" Sandee looked me straight in the eye and raised her left eyebrow just enough to elicit my undivided attention. "Actually, both feel pretty good right about now." I rested my hand on hers and looked deeply into her eyes. I could see pain. I think it was the pain of her Mom's passing, the pain from her guilt regarding my injury and just a sense of exhaustion from what she had gone through mentally over the past few months. Sandee was drained. We didn't speak much. Both of us just sat there staring at each other as if to try and read each other's mind. "Have you ever been with a woman," she asked, immediately looking down. Reaching over to guide her chin upwards so I could again look directly into her eyes, I said "I have and it's wonderful. Have you?" Sandee obviously didn't know what to say. She remained silent for a moment and then leaned closer towards me resting her head gently on my shoulder. "I never have but I have always wanted to. Ever since I first saw you I at the club, I have wondered about you. Wondered about what you would be like and I have wanted to touch every inch of your body. Does that sound disgusting to you?" "No, it doesn't." I was quick to respond realizing that she had gone out on a limb here and was in no condition to have it sawed off behind her. "I felt you watching me today while I was working out," she said teasingly. "I tried very hard to make you want me so it would all seem like your idea." "Don't worry, you didn't have to do all that much. I've wanted to get closer to you since that very first day in the sauna. I can still remember how you made me feel and I'm getting wet all over again just thinking about you." Sandee seized the opportunity to place a long hard kiss squarely on my willing and ready lips. The pressed her tongue firmly within the far reaches of my mouth and all the pain in my knee seemed gone. I hadn't noticed the ice slipping to the floor because we had both shifted our positions sidewards and were fully reclined on the 7 foot sofa entwined entirely by our eagerly waiting limbs. Having been given the signal to go with this pursuit I lowered my hand gently between her legs and was welcomed by the warmth and wetness of her crotch. She was almost dripping and as she pressed her tongue further inside my mouth, I began ever so gently circular motions on her mound. Tiny moans of pleasure passed her lips and in an instant I found myself slipping my hand gently up the left leg of her running shorts. She was a shaver -- I guess to prepare for bikini season. But, no matter, she was well groomed and well prepared for passionate lesbian love. "Can we go to the bedroom?" I asked quietly. "Okay," she said somewhat embarrassed. "Do you mind if I use your bathroom." "Not at all, it's down the hall to the right. Help yourself to anything you need." Sandee helped me to the bedroom before she went off to the bathroom and I removed my clothes. She hadn't had the opportunity to shower before we left the club. She was too concerned about me to take the time. Lying quietly atop the bed naked and waiting breathlessly for her to return, I closed my eyes and imagined her slender body, her own hands caressing her well charged nipples. Her fingers invading the spaces of her own firmly swollen clit. She was ready for this and lowering my own awaiting hand to my own soaking went swollen clit, I began rubbing my own self to levels of heightened passion. "Sorry I took so long," she said as she exited to the bedroom. She looked wonderful in my robe. Removing it ever so slowly, she made her way to my side of the bed and climbed on beside me. "You are absolutely beautiful," I said. "What would you like me to do?" "I'd like you to make me forget. Make me concentrate on us and not anything else. I'd also like you to teach me what to do to make you feel good also." Sandee again kissed me, almost as if she was afraid to touch me anywhere else. That's one thing that wouldn't last long, I was certain of that. I leaned into her gently pressing my hardened nipples squarely upon her own. Our wet soaked mounds met tightly and the warmth of then moisture tintilated our senses. Placing my right hand squarely atop her left cheek I pulled it gently towards me and directed my fingers deftly down the length of her crack until I met her anal opening. Gently massaging this area brought unusual arousal to Sandee. Most newcomes to lesbian sex are somewhat unnerved by touch to this area. But, she was ready and willing to explore the farthest reaches of this experience. Relaxing more as our lovemaking progressed, Sandee took
charge to fondle my right breast tightly within her grasp. Flicking and rolling the nipple, pressuring the outlines of my areola and squeezing ever so tightly brought moans of my own. She was a quick learner. I retreated from the reaches of her buttocks to return to the clit, the swollen, pink, pulsating clit. Shifting my position, I reached for a pillow and motioned her to place it squarely beneath her hips. She obliged and reclined backwards, her hips raised just enough to provide complete access to her ass, her clit and her mound. Her scent was strong and her excitement tantamount to almost immediate orgasm. With each wide, hard pressed lick of my tongue, her moans were like starting guns at a racetrack. They signaled the beginning of each race to see how fast she could rise to orgasm. Positioning my full mouth atop her lower lips, my tongue engulfed her vulva. Her folds opened wide and sexuality revealed at it's fullest . She was mine. With each heave of her chest and each moan from her mouth I felt her excitement through her cum soaked lips. She was riddled with moistness as was I. She tasted wonderful. I felt myself getting hot just licking her and lowered my own hand to maintain my own level of arousal. When I felt she was ready, I reversed positions and asked her to lay atop my awaiting body. The condition of my knee made the upper position difficult and I wanted her badly. Sandee didn't not complain. She reversed her position and knelt carefully over me, her own face resting gently atop my own warm, cum soaked mound. Reaching up sharply, I startled her when I pulled her cunt down hard on my awaiting lips. I wanted her to feel the force of my love tongue. I wanted her to feel the suction of my lips pressed directly on her clit. I wanted her to feel the strength of my licking as I wiped away every ounce of wetness which flowed steadily from her overflowing folds. Sandee had paused in her attention to me and that was fine. She was being taught and taught well I might add. She learned well too and in moments took charge of her own lovemaking by separating the folds of my clit with her gentle hands and licking and flicking my nub in a frenzy of nips and licks that was an experience of ecstasy. She was good with a woman. No, she was great. Suddenly I felt her entire tongue break through the barrier of my cunt and I must have acted surprised. "I'm sorry, that was an accident," she screamed. "Don't worry," I said "it felt wonderful. You just caught me by surprise that's all." She proceeded to inject and remove her tongue in sync and it had the surprising feel of a penis. What a rush. I frantically pressed harder into her nub and she moaned with pleasure. Seizing the opportunity, I inserted my index finger deeply into her folds and she arched up as if to drive it further inside. I pressed harder searching for her G-spot and she shivered. I could see her nipples hardening above me and knew she was feeling good. In a moment of high excitement for me Sandee stopped short and raised herself up from atop my concentrating hands and lips. Turning herself around she placed her cum soaked lips squarely upon mine and said "I want to lick you alone to an orgasm." "Are you sure?" I said realizing this was her first time. "I'm sure," she said and she kissed me long and hard before lowering herself down one to one with my throbbing crotch. She had prepared her way well. I was very close and was aching for an orgasm. Sandee remembered the feeling of what I had done to her and she mimicked my lessons well. Licking and sucking brought me ever so close to orgasm only to have her back down suddenly to let me fall back to a lower plateau. Licking again, long and hard and I'd almost reached the crest when she'd pull back and tease me to submission. "Ask me for it," she said. I was shocked. She was smart too because that was the greatest turn on of all to me. To ask for an orgasm and to beg for it to come and come hard. That was the ultimate turn on. How did she know? It didn't matter, I was willing to beg for it. "Make me come, please make me come." I begged. "Suck hard and don't stop." Sandee did just what I asked. I came and I came hard as I had begged. Four consecutive orgasms she gave me and we shared a wonderful evening of love. We still see each other regularly at the club. In times of stress and trouble, we look to each other for unbridled passion. I still work as a "closet" associate for Smith, Kline, Dobson and Roarke. She still works long hours at the Health Club and we both still remember that first day in the sauna. She has pleasured me greatly over the past two years and I her as well. So, don't be fooled, there is love to be found pumping iron.