Though she sported the freckles of a redhead she tanned well and liked the outdoor life she had as a tennis pro at a very prestigious country club. Th... body builder’s name was Beth though most of her friends called her Butch, which didn’t offend her at all. The doctor was Alice, and the redhead was Susan. They had been best friends since grammar school and kept in touch ever since. Two were married and Beth was just finished with a very nasty divorce that had left her with a hate for men in. After two or three weeks my mystery woman began to disappear from my fantasy world and I just went when I could. Fortune had not forgotten me, however, and about a month after I first saw her I noticed her get on a treadmill a few down from one I was using. She had on similar workout clothes and I was able to see her in one of the gym’s mirrors. I was just staring out into space, but if I kept the corner of my eye on this one mirror I could monitor the cute blonde without ogling overtly. It was. “I’ll tell that. But first you stop calling me Madam. Call me Roma” she gave me an angry look pressing the accelerator.“Sorry Madam. Oh no Roma” I rectified myself before she reacted.“That’s fine” she exhaled deeply, “Now your question, what this steamer party is. Well, the couples who are fed up partying with their friends and spouses in house or club, I mean in known circle, sometime love to enjoy a party among unknown people. This week end steamer parties give them this chance.”“Nice. It was only after that I considered the fact. “Would you like some company tonight?”“Yes, sir.” It was almost instant and I smiled.She ended up disappointed that night. She didn’t know it but I wanted her for more than here light play scene bullshit. I wanted her for real, no bars held, no limits. And I had been lusting after her for fucking months, as my own personal torture toy. She had a decent pain tolerance but there was always room for improvement. Instead of playing that night, I spoke.