Luckily for me, she’d told me to get the smirk off my face, then added what I had been about to do wrong. She could have saved the physical punishme...t for a real infringement like I would have, but Tina’s not like me. She is now the one with experience. She hadn’t needed to lecture me either, as I later found out. She’d been kind. She’d slapped me, then told me to start with my jeans. She could have just slapped or whipped me and let me figure out what I’d done wrong, as she had, later. She gazes into my eyes and trails her thumb over my bottom lip as she takes a step towards me. Our nipples touch, hardening immediately, and I let out an audible gasp. She brings her lips to my own and I move my hands slowly to her ass, squeezing in appreciation and need. She moans against my mouth as she moves her hands to my breasts, cupping them as her thumbs dance across my sensitive nipples. Ahh. I feel my panties dampen to her touch. She lowers her mouth to my breast, teasing my nipple. I was a touch earlier than the previous night, even so my heart sank when I arrived, only to find the fitness suite full of guys. Decidedly crest-fallen, I headed for the exercise bike and had begun a distinctly half-hearted session of pedalling. After ten minutes, I looked down to fiddle with the resistance controls, resigned to the fact that she wasn’t going to turn up. As I began to pump my knees with greater effort, I saw the door to the gym open, followed by the unmistakeable figure of. Melissa sat in her beater for a long moment soaking in what had just happened. She thought things had gone pretty much according to her plan and there was definitely a glow of satisfaction that came with that. She hadn't given a lot of thought to the state that she'd be in afterward. She'd stuffed the sticky panties in her purse because they were too uncomfortable to wear and her clit was throbbing persistently.'Home to the toys, ' she said to herself and shivered.She allowed herself the.