I had been working out with David for three weeks and the results, while slow at first, were already coming along. I started to see some tone in my a...ms and my stomach. My leg strength had also increased but I wasn't seeing much in the way of muscle definition there. Today, Monday, was a cardio workout. We met at City Place which was convenient for me as it was only about two miles from my apartment. I walked there early and milled around the shops until I saw David. He was handsomely. Zum Glück war das Gelände nicht so riesig und so entschied sie sich immer weiter in eine Richtung zu gehen bis sie den Zaun erreichte. Von dort würde sie dann problemlos zum Tor gelangen.Nachdem sie einige Minuten gegangen war, nahm das Gelände tatsächlich langsam ein Ende. Leider war sie aber auf der anderen Seite gelandet. Auf der wo ein verwilderter Wald angrenzte. Nun würde sie noch mal um das ganze Gelände herumgehen müssen.Plötzlich hörte sie aus einer der alten Hallen ein Geräusch.„Hier. 5 years. He's 37 and I’m 25. I met him when I was working at a local convenience store in my hometown. When I first saw him I was like, “who is that?!” I can still remember what he was wearing, a yellow cut off t-shirt, basketball shorts and work boots.“Damn, that’s manual labor, working ass man.”Then I walked by him and smelled him. It set my insides on fire. Eventually, we exchanged numbers.The first time we kissed, he'd texted me while I was at work and told me he had me a ‘surprise.’ I met. He was doing his last year of 20 in the Navy and remained in great shape. Not all that much bigger than my husband, Jason, but leaner, he had dimpled abs and just enough hair on his chest. Runner’s legs (how do you do that on a ship?). And a nice hard cock I couldn’t look away from. I wouldn’t cheat on Jason (a teenage girl and our son didn’t count), but if I did . . . I tried to follow Dominic’s example of pole dancing. I sort of skipped around him, my outstretched hand on his bare chest, his.