Oblivious
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				Title: <strong>Oblivious</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Older And Wiser</strong> on <strong>02-03-2009, 23:55:45</strong>
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				Mike no longer looked the part of the middle aged office worker – overweight… well fat… well really he had been obese.&nbsp; He had weighed in at over 300 pounds, more than half of which was fat.&nbsp; &nbsp;He had exercised by lifting weights.&nbsp; In fact he was always very strong, but he never did cardio and he never even attempted to control his eating.&nbsp; His post-workout meal was often a burger with fries or ice cream.&nbsp; While watching the Biggest Looser one day, he was struck by the fact that he looked exactly like most of the male contestants before they started the show.&nbsp; In fact, his wife had begun to make snide comments about how he should enter.&nbsp; <br><br>He had always felt like his wife outclassed him significantly when it came to looks.&nbsp; He knew that they often got “what is she doing with him?” comments behind their backs.&nbsp; She was tall, with long legs and always stayed slender.&nbsp; <br><br>So Mike knew he needed help, so he went to a medical clinic that specialized in weight loss.&nbsp; After 8 months of dieting – with as little as 1000 calories per day - and radically changing his exercise routines he had reached his second goal.&nbsp; He was under 200 pounds and you could now see his abdominal muscles.&nbsp; When he had reached 250 pounds he had gotten an earring and now he added a small tattoo, the kanji symbol for health.&nbsp; &nbsp; His wife had gotten him to remove his body hair and she routinely made compliments about his body now.<br><br>When he had reached 250 she had begun to tell him that his cock looked and felt bigger.&nbsp; She noted that the lack of fat gave more contact with her clit, so sex was much improved for her.&nbsp; He even thought his cock looked bigger.&nbsp; He began to take supplements that increased his testosterone levels.&nbsp; This added muscle mass but also made him significantly hornier, to the point where his wife could no longer keep up, so he had begun to surf porn sites to get his jollies. <br><br>Now, at his current 12% body fat, he walked into the gym with shorts and a tight, sleeveless compression shirt – the sort that showed all of the muscles rippling across his chest and back.&nbsp; His quads and calves flexed with each step up the stairs.&nbsp; He ran to the gym, and the sweat glistened on his arms and legs,&nbsp; adding even more definition to his muscles.&nbsp; He stretched, then entered the gym of to start his workout.&nbsp; He was pleased that he could do exercises that he would never have dreamed of before, and he started his workout with a series of chin ups, pumping his back and bicep muscles.<br><br>Even with all the changes, Mike’s personality had not caught up with his body.&nbsp; He had been fat as a kid and always considered himself the fat and ugly guy.&nbsp; He was oblivious to the looks he got from women and, for that matter, from gay men.&nbsp; His wife had told him he was being checked out, mostly when they were in the gay ghetto part of town, but occasionally when a woman was doing it too.&nbsp; Mike never caught it.&nbsp; He had noticed that the women at work were getting friendlier, but he chalked that up to a management change that had reduced the stress they had all felt.&nbsp; He never noticed women going out of their way to sit next to him at lunch or workout on cardio machines next to him.&nbsp; He did not notice the very friendly attention he got from the two women behind the counter at Starbucks, or the extra attention he got from the very sexy flight attendant on his last business trip.&nbsp; She had looked disappointed when she had learned he was connecting through Chicago and not stopping there.&nbsp; At an office party, one woman, whom he considered extremely attractive, had told him in a drunken whisper that she would love to see him naked.&nbsp; He passed it off as yet another tease the fat guy moment.&nbsp; In short, Mike was completely clueless as to the impact his new body was having on women.<br><br>Mike finished his third set of pull ups and walked over to the cable machines to continue his workout.&nbsp; <br>
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				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>03-03-2009, 02:06:44</strong>
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				Jaimie had taken a tour of the gym the day before when she signed up for her membership.&nbsp; New in town, she had spared no time in finding a new place to work out.&nbsp; It had to have a pool, plenty of cardio equipment, and a good deal of free weights.&nbsp; She hated waiting for equipment.&nbsp; This one also had the additional benefit of being close to where she worked.&nbsp; IT was also conveniently located close to several high-tech companies where males predominated.&nbsp; <br><br>She finished her hour of cardio, twenty on the bike, twenty on the elliptical and twenty on the stepmill, and walked casually over to the weights.&nbsp; She scanned the rows of machines and looked at everyone who was currently pulling or pushing themselves into a fitter body.&nbsp; <br><br>Several caught her eye and she placed herself on the abductor machine for a quick set.&nbsp; As she was about to talk to the guy on the adductor next to her she noticed some movement as a guy dropped lithely to the ground after doing some pull-ups on the bars across the way.&nbsp; She followed him with her eyes as he made his way over to what looked like maybe a lat pull.&nbsp; From her current seat, she couldn't see exactly which machine he was on, but she was determined to head there next.&nbsp; <br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>Older And Wiser</strong> on <strong>03-03-2009, 16:49:32</strong>
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				Mike tightened his weight lifting belt and moved the pin down on the cable row.&nbsp; When lifting the entire rack one did not want to strain the lower back.&nbsp; He had noticed the new woman when he walked in amongst the flocks of regulars - just another woman doing endless boring cardio.&nbsp; He much preferred to do his cardio outside.&nbsp; &nbsp;He watched her as she hit the abductor machine.&nbsp; He had always thought that machine had a sexy, S &amp; M quality to it.&nbsp; She had a very tight body, he noted.&nbsp; He admired that – well too much.&nbsp; He had always been a “legs and ass” man, and his exposure to fitness had confirmed his taste.&nbsp; Anyone with $3,000 could buy porn star tits, but it took work and dedication to get the legs and ass this woman had.<br><br>All this flashed through his head in the few moments of recovery time he allowed himself between sets.&nbsp; He was not much of a talker in the gym.&nbsp; He focused and worked hard there.<br><br>To that end he focused on his breath, concentrating, then banged out 10 reps on the cable row in good form.&nbsp; This was his light day, and those back muscles had always been strong.&nbsp; He paused again to recover before his next set, again checking out the new woman, along with some other very fit women in tight shorts and sports bras.&nbsp; He briefly flashed a fantasy of some of them doing strip teases to the music coming from his head phones – Joe Cocker singing “You Can Leave Your Hat On” – but that was strictly a routine part of a heterosexual male surrounded by some lovely female flesh.&nbsp; It was nothing he was particularly interested in doing anything about.&nbsp; Even if he was interested, he did not know how to act on it.&nbsp; Even when he was young and single he had never been good at chatting up women.&nbsp; He had worked the somewhat fat, nice guy angle after meeting women in other social, work or school situations.&nbsp; Now after many years of marriage he had no clue how he would even start.&nbsp; <br><br>He thought of a comment made by one of his wife’s friends.&nbsp; “If he is losing all that weight, is he getting ready to divorce you?&nbsp; I mean why else would he do it if not to pick up women?”<br><br>“Right.&nbsp; Like I would have a clue or a chance on how to do that.” He thought.<br><br>He brought his focus back to his breath, then the weights, concentrating and doing another 10 reps.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>03-03-2009, 18:12:15</strong>
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				Her old gym had Nautilus equipment, and this stuff was pretty cool, all Precor brand.&nbsp; It seemed slightly more slick than the stuff she'd been using.&nbsp; She glanced over at the free weights and decided she'd hit them next time around.&nbsp; <br><br>Jaime had planned to do several mini-circuits--hitting the same three machines three times each and then move on to a different set.&nbsp; She hoped the guy she'd just notice would do a repeat set on...ah...she could see the movement now and realized he was doing a row and...<em>fuck</em>, was that the full rack?&nbsp; &nbsp;Jaimie finished her set and got off the abductor and headed to the machine next to the cable.&nbsp; She set it up for a lateral pull-down and dropped the pin to seventy pounds.&nbsp; <br><br>She reached into her pocket and quickly set her long auburn hair into a messy pony tale.&nbsp; She always constantly changing from free-fall to pony when she worked out.&nbsp; She had deliberately chosen a simple outfit from her Lucy collection.&nbsp; She didn't want to appear like a hunk of meat on the market, so she had on form fitting brown pants with a close cut top covered in a turquoise and brown paisley pattern with it's own built in bra and a razor back.&nbsp; With her hair up, her muscles were clearly defined and she knew that her back looked utterly awesome when she worked her lats.&nbsp; <br><br>She smiled broadly at the guy next to her, who was still resting between his reps and said, "Hey ya."&nbsp; She made contact with her eyes as she greeted him, and then deliberately let her eyes drop from his and wantonly dragged them up and down his chiseled body.&nbsp; "You must come here a lot."<br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>Older And Wiser</strong> on <strong>03-03-2009, 20:05:11</strong>
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				Mike was not really focused.&nbsp; He noticed her lips moving but the sound through his ear buds came through as Joe Cocker asking “What would you do if I sang out of tune? Would you stand up and walk out on me?”<br><br>Her lips had definitely not formed those words.<br><br>He pulled out his ear buds .&nbsp; “Sorry?&nbsp; What did you say?”<br><br>He could still hear Joe and the backup vocalists.&nbsp; “What do you do when your love is away?&nbsp; Does it worry you to be alone?”<br><br>It was one of the women he had noticed on the cardio machines.&nbsp; He had checked her out, even though she was dressed pretty modestly by the standards of this gym.&nbsp; She could not hide the fact that she had strong legs, a very nice butt and a very pretty face.&nbsp; Moreover, she had stood out with her auburn hair.&nbsp; His first grade sweet heart had been a red haired Irish lass and he had a sweet spot for red heads ever since.&nbsp; He did not notice her eyes traveling his body as he was fumbling with his IPOD volume.&nbsp; <br><br>“Oh yeah… well I guess I have been coming here for some time.&nbsp; Why do you ask?”<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>03-03-2009, 22:11:39</strong>
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				Jaimie cringed as she realized she had missed the earbuds entirely.&nbsp; "Sorry--didn't mean to interrupt your tunes...Just...well, you don't end up looking the way you do with a once a week kind of training program."<br><br>She let her eyes linger on his biceps for a moment and added, "I'm new to the area...just joined here yesterday...I'm Jaimie...Jaime Wheaton..."&nbsp; She held out her hand in greeting. 
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				Post by: <strong>Older And Wiser</strong> on <strong>04-03-2009, 00:26:59</strong>
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				Michael stripped off both his workout gloves to take her hand, exposing his wedding ring.<br><br>“oh … ahh no problem… I am Michael. Michael Johnston.”&nbsp; He took her hand.&nbsp; “Pleasure to meet you.&nbsp; Do you have any questions about the club or about the area?&nbsp; I’d&nbsp; be happy to help you.&nbsp; I have lived in this area for 13 years, and, well, I guess I have been using this club for a few years.&nbsp; I only got serious last year, though.”&nbsp; <br><br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>04-03-2009, 00:33:17</strong>
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				Jaimie saw the wedding ring and winced.&nbsp; Just her luck to land on a married guy so easily; she hated complications.&nbsp; "Nice to meet you Michael.&nbsp; I'll keep that in mind.&nbsp; I think this place looks like it will meet most of my needs.&nbsp; Well...you look like you've been working...very...hard...."&nbsp; She paused, letting her eyes drop to his legs and slid her eyes back up to his. <br><br>She cocked her head to one side and said, "You here about the same time every day?"&nbsp; 
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				Post by: <strong>Older And Wiser</strong> on <strong>04-03-2009, 02:12:31</strong>
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				"I am pretty much here every day at this time, yeah. I do about 1 hour to 90 minutes of lifting, take care of cardio outside or in the pool here."<br><br>He put his gloves back on, missing the moves of her eyes.&nbsp; "If you need a spot or some help, give me a shout..&nbsp; If the ear plugs are in, just throw a towel at me."&nbsp; he smiled.&nbsp; "Do you mind if I get a spot from you if needed?"<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>04-03-2009, 05:03:50</strong>
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				Jaimie said, "I love free weights...yeah...I'd love to give you a spot.&nbsp; Or get one..."&nbsp; She pointed to the machines and said, "Well. I ought to get back to this workout, but...it was nice meeting you Michael.."&nbsp; She smiled as she spun around and walked to a machine such that she knew he would have a lingering view of her perfectly toned bottom. <br><br>She continued her workout, sneaking occasional glances in his direction.&nbsp; At some point it seemed he had disappeared.&nbsp; She looked around but couldn't find him anywhere.&nbsp; She gave up and focused on the small remainder of her workout.&nbsp; When a guy who'd been on the same circuit started chatting her up, she was polite and chatted back, flirting a little bit just because she was in a flirty mood.&nbsp; 
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				Post by: <strong>Older And Wiser</strong> on <strong>04-03-2009, 16:30:35</strong>
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				Michael admired Jamie’s butt as she walked away, then returned to his workout, not thinking much of the interaction.&nbsp; &nbsp;There had been a slightly flirty element to the encounter, and it had left him feeling slightly hornier than normal.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>He worked his back and biceps on his regular schedule, occasionally checking out the “scenery” of fit women in spandex.&nbsp; He noticed Jamie a few times, as her auburn hair stood out and she moved it in and out of a pony tail allot.&nbsp; &nbsp;He was simply thinking of her as an exceptional part of the background, both for her looks and the fact that he knew her name. <br>&nbsp;<br>He timed his finish so he would be at the door when his wife came by from her job and picked him up.&nbsp; This was their normal routine.&nbsp; Michael had run to the gym from his office – about 3 miles, then worked out.&nbsp; He car pooled most days with his wife, mostly for their mutual commitment to saving the planet.&nbsp; <br><br>He hoped that his wife might be fairly receptive to advances when he got in the car, but she complained the entire ride about her boss, and the stress of work and how she was exhausted – hardly a turn on – so he decided to leave attempts at seduction that night as a bad bet and contented himself with a review of some postings on a porn site.&nbsp; <br><br>“Healthier than what my Irish ancestors would do… they would drink.” He thought.<br><br>The next day dawned rainy and cold.&nbsp; <br><br>“No outdoors today.” He thought.&nbsp; “I’ll just swim for cardio today.”<br><br>He took his own car to work and hit the gym earlier than usual.&nbsp; Driving was faster than running, after all and his normal run was a meander through a park, not a direct shot on a four lane road.&nbsp; He was grunting loudly under the load of heavy squats when he noticed “… what was her name again… oh yeah, Jamie… “ coming into the gym.&nbsp; He stepped forward and dropped the bar onto the squat rack with a loud bang.&nbsp; “There is really no way to make that look elegant.” He thought as he loosened his support belt to catch his breath.<br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>04-03-2009, 19:34:05</strong>
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				Jamie had spent the day wrangling over some work issues that were irksome and annoying.&nbsp; She absolutely hated the fact that she had to start all over in a new situation, but she also reveled in the work that would be coming her way.&nbsp; She was anxious to start moving her body as that always released every bit of tension in her mind and body.&nbsp; <br><br>She had been in full professional mode all day long and decided to head straight to the gym rather than run to her apartment to change.&nbsp; One of the decided advantages to this particular gym is she had to walk through half the weights to get to the women's locker room.<br><br>As she entered the gym and swiped her tag at the front desk, she heard a loud bang and turned her head.&nbsp; She was glad to see that the same guy was here from the day before.&nbsp; She had to walk past him in her four inch heels, knee length skirt and button down blouse.&nbsp; A simple gold chain hung at her neck with an opal pendant dangling in the cleft of her breast and she wore matching earrings that dangled toward her long neck.&nbsp; Her rich hair was up in a french twist held in place by two sticks that contrasted with her hair nicely.&nbsp; She smiled at Michael...yeah that was it...Michael...the married guy...and said, "Hey there Michael..." but didn't pause for a response.&nbsp; <br><br>She said hello to three other guys she recognized from the night before, calling them by name as she went.&nbsp; She was glad she'd bothered with the shoes that morning--a bitch to get on with the four straps that went up to her ankles in interesting criss cross patterns.&nbsp; She knew that they accentuated her long smooth legs and was certain she had more than one guy watching her as she moved through.&nbsp; <br><br>She changed quickly into her swimsuit and slipped on a pair of simple, form fitting workout pants and a form fitting hoody over top.&nbsp; She was planning on hitting the saline pool as soon as she had finished her weights.&nbsp; She switched her hair into a plain pony and headed back into the gym.<br><br>The stress from the day was looming largely in her mind, so she decided to clear it with some heavy duty leg presses before she attempted any flirting.&nbsp; She moved to the free weight section and found a free machine.&nbsp; She put a hundred&nbsp; pounds on each side of the press and sat down.&nbsp; She knew it was an impressive weight for a woman, and some guys even...She'd seen plenty do over five hundred, but she only weight a hundred and thirty pounds.&nbsp; She closed her eyes and was just about to release the plates when a guy said, "You know...that's a lot of weight...you might want to try a little less."&nbsp; <br><br>She looked over at him and scowled, he had broken her concentration.&nbsp; "Thanks for the advice...." she replied and closed her eyes again.&nbsp; Finding the handle on the press she released it and bent her legs and began to do her set.&nbsp; She opened her eyes and noticed the guy was still hovering.&nbsp; She bristled with dislike.&nbsp; "If you don't mind...I don't need a spot, thanks, though."&nbsp; She dismissed him with her mind.&nbsp; She had found the gym busybody--the guy who seemed to be all over everyone and policing every move.&nbsp; She closed her eyes and did a long and slow twenty reps.&nbsp; She liked to take it to the breaking point, the burn where she could barely make the last one work.&nbsp; She set the safety bar in place again and breathed in deeply, calm was restored.&nbsp; She opened her eyes and pulled herself into a standing position then dropped into a long stretch.<br><br>She looked idly around the weights to see where Michael had gotten to.
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				Post by: <strong>Older And Wiser</strong> on <strong>04-03-2009, 23:43:28</strong>
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				ZZ Top was on his IPOD singing “She got legs!&nbsp; She knows how to use them!” in Michael’s ear buds as Jamie walked towards the lockers.&nbsp; <br><br>“You got that right.” Michael thought as he looked at her.<br><br>She said something that was masked by “She never begs!&nbsp; She knows how to choose them!”&nbsp; He lip read enough to make out “Hey there” as she walked past.&nbsp; He waved in a casual manner, watched her butt sway into the locker room, then went back to his next set.&nbsp; <br><br>He continued through his normal routine, occasionally getting a glance of Jamie as he went through it…&nbsp; Lunges… Bosu ball balance exercises… Hamstring curls…. Calf raises… adductor (“good for the knees, not just a chick exercise anymore” he thought).&nbsp; He saw her chatting with a guy Michael thought of as “Disco Stew” after the Simpson’s character.&nbsp; He tried to put the moves on every single woman in the gym, usually to be shot down is spectacular fashion.&nbsp; <br><br>It was a great source of entertainment most nights.&nbsp; Jamie clipped his wings, but Michael was sure that Disco Stew would make repairs and fly up for another pass.&nbsp; <br><br>The other cast of characters was there as well.&nbsp; “Pretty Boy” was an aspiring model, personal trainer and rather full of himself.&nbsp; He was practicing Mr. Universe style poses in front of a mirror.&nbsp; <br><br>Boney lady was in her usual station on a cardio machine.&nbsp; She was 70 if she was a day, and would spend hours on elliptical machines.&nbsp; She did nothing else.&nbsp; She was always here when Michael got to the gym and still going when he left after his typical 90 minute workout.<br><br>Pappa Joe Grappa was explaining that he was “Too White To Sing The Blues” when he headed into the men’s locker room.&nbsp; He rinsed off, put on his swim trunks and sauntered over to the pool to start laps.&nbsp; Pappa Joe was switching over to The Who.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>05-03-2009, 00:37:13</strong>
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				Jaimie continued her work out.&nbsp; She didn't want to wear herself out, so she did a short routine that worked every major muscle group once rather heavily.&nbsp; She looked around to see if Michael was around and realized he was gone.&nbsp; She frowned and walked toward the locker room to grab her towels, goggled and put on her cap.&nbsp; She stuffed her hair underneath the speedo cap and stuffed her clothes into the locker.&nbsp; <br><br>She picked up a kickboard and a leg floatie and scanned the pool for an open lane.&nbsp; She saw that three lanes already had two people in it and then she spotted the only lane that had a single male in it already.&nbsp; She dropped her things at the edge of the pool and stood on the side, waiting for him to complete his lap.&nbsp; She wanted to make sure whoever it was saw she was in the lane with him and could move from center to side.&nbsp; <br><br>She didn't want him to have to stop, but figured he'd give her some signal he knew he was now sharing a lane.
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				Post by: <strong>Older And Wiser</strong> on <strong>05-03-2009, 17:56:17</strong>
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				Michael watched Disco Stew complete a lap and exit the pool by Jaimie as he walked out of the locker room.&nbsp; He still had his IPOD in, as it helped him focus on his exercise.&nbsp; &nbsp;The Who had launched into “Squeeze Box”<br><br>“Mama’s got a squeeze box she wears on her chest.&nbsp; <br>But when Daddy comes home he never gets no rest cause she’s playin all night!”<br><br>He figured it would be gallant and rescue her from the further bother by disco Stew.&nbsp; He popped out and ear bud and said “Hi.&nbsp; It’s Jamie, right?&nbsp; Nice to see you again.”<br><br>Roger Daltrey chose that moment to explain how Mama’s squeeze box worked.<br><br>“It goes in and out and in and out and in and out and …”<br><br>Michael turned crimson and fumbled with the pause button.&nbsp; “Err… well that was embarrassing….”<br><br>He dropped his eyes, then turned even redder if it were possible.&nbsp; She had an amazing body and he found himself staring.&nbsp; He forced himself to look up at her face.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>06-03-2009, 05:12:20</strong>
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				Jaimie smiled as Michael approached. "Yeah...nice to see you again. Just waiting for a decent spot..."<br><br>She waved off his embarrassment, "I love that song..it's pretty hot,actually.&nbsp; I remember trying to convince my mom it was a song about an accordion so she'd let me listen to it..."&nbsp; <br><br>Jaimie couldn't help but&nbsp; check out the nearly naked Michael.&nbsp; He looked even better without his clothes on and, it was clear he had checked her out.&nbsp; Encouraged she said, "Want to see if we can share a lane together? Although, I'm not much fun once I'm in the water....I pretty much get my face down and then swim for half an hour without pausing." 
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				Post by: <strong>Older And Wiser</strong> on <strong>06-03-2009, 21:28:50</strong>
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				"Sure."&nbsp; Michale flipped his IPOD and towel onto a chair.&nbsp; "This is not my usual thing either, but with this weather."&nbsp; He gestured to a window.&nbsp; <br><br>"I should warn you I am pretty slow, and pretty wild if I try a butterfly stroke."&nbsp; He walked to the lane that Disco Stew had vacated.<br><br>"Shall we?" he said glancing back and jumped in.
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				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>06-03-2009, 23:37:15</strong>
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				Jaimie said, "Definitely keep to one side, and we'll be fine. And, no worries on the fly--I don't do that unless I 'm alone in a lane or swimming round robin."<br><br>She followed him into the lane and lifted her goggles over her eyes,&nbsp; "Don't feel bad if you can't keep up,"she said with a big grin, "I was all-stat girl champ in IM three years in a row and placed top ten nationally in college..." <br><br>She tucked a couple of loose strands of her hair under her cap and said, "Well here I go."&nbsp; She was a fish in water.&nbsp; She used to daydream about really being a mermaid when she was a little girl and swimming hours every day during the summer and in school.&nbsp; She took off in a slow crawl to warm-up, breathing every seventh stroke.&nbsp; &nbsp;
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				Post by: <strong>Older And Wiser</strong> on <strong>09-03-2009, 00:06:43</strong>
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				“Yeah, but can you dead lift 400 pounds?” he thought as he followed her into the water.&nbsp; This was Michael’s weakest sport.&nbsp; He would swim a length, breathing with every stroke, then pause at the turn to catch his breath, turn and repeat down the next length.&nbsp; He was about ¾ done with his first lap when she passed him going the other way.<br>“You can not be perfect in everything.” He thought as he chugged along.<br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>09-03-2009, 00:18:35</strong>
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				Jaimie knew she could swim circles around anyone in the club, but she couldn't help herself.&nbsp; After twenty easy&nbsp; laps of not pulling her head out of the water, doing graceful-flip turns&nbsp; at each end, she paused to check on Michael.&nbsp; He was definitely not as happy in the pool as she was.&nbsp; She stood at the end of the pool taking a long drink of water waiting for him to make it to the end of the pool. <br><br>"That was a nice warm-up," she said with a teasing smile, knowing she'd lapped him several times. "Actually, I don't really want to do a whole swim workout today.&nbsp; I'm gonna go sit in the hot tub--I stressed a muscle doing something in the weight room.&nbsp; You'd be welcome to join me when you get done here..."&nbsp; she said, as she placed her hands shoulder length apart and pulled herself up out of the pool with ease.&nbsp; She walked slowly toward the hot tub, removing her swim cap as she did to let her hair free.&nbsp; She pushed the whirlpool buttons as she did so, and a huge foaming froth appeared as she climbed in.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Oblivious</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Older And Wiser</strong> on <strong>09-03-2009, 00:25:25</strong>
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				“Yeah… right.. see ya there is a few… “ came out between pants.&nbsp; Any cardio on leg day was hard on Michael.&nbsp; He pushed the power for his legs to help him enjoy the sports he loved for weekends.<br><br>“Fucking show off…” he thought to himself as he watched her butt sway to the hot tub.&nbsp; “Next time, it’ll be dead lifts she sees me do, 400 pounds for reps.”&nbsp; He briefly checked her breasts as she descended into the tub then resumed his swim.&nbsp; After finishing the allotted 30 minutes of cardio he joined her in the hot tub.&nbsp; He positioned himself so that the jets hit his thighs and massaged the muscle soreness away.<br><br>“You are good at that.” He observed.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Oblivious</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>09-03-2009, 01:56:53</strong>
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				She moved around in the tub so she could watch him climb out of the pool.&nbsp; She kept her eyes on him as he walked over, trying to not smile to broadly at him as he made his way over to the hot tub.&nbsp; <br><br>"Thanks...I feel like I practically grew up in a pool...I don't have the heart to stay at it the same way I used to though.&nbsp; Just...well, unless you actually make the olympic team and win..the money just isn't there." She shrugged it off a little bit.&nbsp; <br><br>"Anyway, you don't look like you're drowning out there...actually...you look...pretty good." She said sliding over a little bit closer to him and positioning herself against a jet on her lower back.&nbsp; "Ah...these jets are pretty amazing..."&nbsp; <br><br>She looked at him and said, "I wonder if they're all the same strength." She began do put her hand on the various jets around the whole tub and commenting on their various strengths.&nbsp; She finished with the one closest to him, her hand blocked the jet coming at his thigh for a moment before she let her hand follow the flow of the water against his thigh.<br><br>She feigned surprise and ran her hand up across his thigh.&nbsp; "Oh..wow...all muscle..." she said the appreciation in her voice obvious and warm as she&nbsp; squeezed it lightly before removing her hand and slipping a couple feet away back to her own jet.&nbsp; "You must spend a lot of time here.&nbsp; Do anything else for fun?"&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Oblivious</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Older And Wiser</strong> on <strong>09-03-2009, 06:20:06</strong>
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				Michael kept up the small talk about the water pressure and thanked her for the – well he thought it an obvious lie – that he looked good in a pool.&nbsp; There were sports he was very good at but swimming was not one of them.<br><br>He jumped with surprise when she touched his leg.&nbsp; That had been very unexpected.&nbsp; Despite the fact that Jaimie had rubbed from his knee almost to his crotch, he passed it off as her accidentally brushing against him.&nbsp; <br><br>“Well, work is very busy these days.&nbsp; But anything outdoors on the weekends.&nbsp; I ski, camp, snowshoe, backpack, and mountain bike.&nbsp; I’ll do at least one of those every weekend.&nbsp; How&nbsp; about you?<br><br>He shifted so the water hit his upper back, which was a bit sore too, sinking so that his chin was at water level.&nbsp; This unexpectedly left him eye level with her breasts, and he blushed slightly.&nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Oblivious</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>09-03-2009, 23:10:23</strong>
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				Jaimie paused before answering him, rather unclear on how he took her, what she thought was obvious, pass.&nbsp; Maybe he was happy in his marriage and was just being kind in not following up on her touch.&nbsp; He had jumped, but it seemed like he'd been truly startled.&nbsp; She couldn't help but notice his eyes were at her chest level and mentally kicked herself for choosing the very boring and practical Speedo instead of the sexier but impossible to swim in suit she had tried on.<br><br>When he mentioned work being busy, she nodded in agreement.&nbsp; "I like outdoor stuff--particularly hiking and backpacking. Especially when there's a blanket under a wide open sky at the end of it...and.." she dropped her eyes to his, "someone to stare at the stars with..."&nbsp; She reached her arms out of the tub and stretched her lats, sure of the the effect it would have&nbsp; on her chest.<br><br>She smiled slowly and said, "But..I'm new in the area and, outside of the office, this is the longest conversation I've had with anyone since I moved here.&nbsp; I don't suppose you'd like to go hiking...show me around this weekend sometime?"&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Oblivious</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Older And Wiser</strong> on <strong>10-03-2009, 00:27:29</strong>
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				A more benevolent and compassionate God would have, at this point, provided Michael a clue.&nbsp; There was, however, to be no divine intervention for him this day.&nbsp; He had not registered even the slightest bit of flirtation in Jaimie’s statement, or in her touch or in her showing off her chests as she was doing now.<br>Michael actually thought one piece Speedo bathing suits were sexy because he had a thing for strong, fit women.&nbsp; &nbsp;He knew he was staring at Jaimie’s chest but he could not help himself. <br><br>“Well, I am not sure my wife would let me get away with taking you back packing, but there are some great day hikes around here.”&nbsp; Michael babbled hoping she would not notice his continuing stares at her chest.&nbsp; Her breast were round and obviously firm, but not enormous, just as he liked them.&nbsp; &nbsp;He caught himself again.<br><br>“Uhh yeah, for example there is a very lovely 5 mile hike to a nice lake in the state park, or the national forest has some good loops and a few nice climbs, as well as two very pretty lakes.&nbsp; &nbsp;This time of year, none of those routes are crowded.”&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>Michael continued on about the local REI and other local resources, distracting himself to move his glances to her face.&nbsp; <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Oblivious</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>10-03-2009, 01:37:54</strong>
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				Jaimie almost dropped her jaw when he mentioned his wife.&nbsp; She blinked a couple of times, instead, trying to cover her shock.&nbsp; The guy had given her several subtle clues he wasn't interested.&nbsp; First the wedding ring and now blatantly mentioning he'd have to ask his wife's permission to go backpacking with her--clearly not someone who had ever had an affair before.&nbsp; He was happily married and had no interest in any sort of dalliance with Jaimie.&nbsp; She felt a huge disappointment.&nbsp; She also knew that things could change.&nbsp; Instead of dropping the idea completely, she decided she'd be nice and continue to flirt in hopes one day he might take the bait.&nbsp; Until then, if it ever happened, she figured he was knowledgeable about the area and they did have a lot in common.<br><br>Jaimie nodded as he spoke, storing the information in her brain.&nbsp; She had pretty much all the gear she needed, but it was nice to know what was available locally.<br><br>It was clear he liked her breasts, that gave her hope he might one day be interested in fondling them.&nbsp; "A day hike would be great...to a lake--though it might be too cold to go swimming this time of year...don't suppose there are any hot springs around?" <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Oblivious</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Older And Wiser</strong> on <strong>10-03-2009, 16:58:12</strong>
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				“Listen, I need to finish off some preparation for tomorrow.&nbsp; I need to be in court and that is not my usual thing.”&nbsp; Michael’s usual thing was advising financial institutions on regulations, and he liked working with clients who wanted to stay as conservative as possible when it came to their legal requirements.&nbsp; To the extent possible, these clients wanted guarantees that they would not ever get in trouble.&nbsp; He did not work with the Enrons of the world.<br><br>Tomorrow, however, was a divorce case he had taken pro bono.&nbsp; This was the charity work he did for the legal aid society, representing poor people in family court matters.&nbsp; &nbsp; <br><br>He had enjoyed this chat.&nbsp; It had been a very long time since he had just talked with a sexy woman.&nbsp; &nbsp;The testosterone supplements he was taking, however, had an effect he had not realized until he stood to leave.<br><br>Mr. Happy was standing at full attention and giving Jaimie a salute for all to see when he stood.&nbsp; He blushed very hard and tried to pretend nothing was showing.&nbsp; <br><br>“so, ahh, well…. I’ll probably see you here tomorrow.”<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Oblivious</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>10-03-2009, 18:02:26</strong>
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				Jaimie smiled as he stood up and saw that his physical response was somewhat different from his verbal response.&nbsp; She entirely missed his statement about being in court only hit her subconscious as she was too involved in looking at what appeared to be a very happy and ample package.&nbsp; <br><br>She looked pointedly at his erection and back at his blushing face, stood up between him and anyone else's line of sight.&nbsp; She leaned over, giving him a nice view of her ass as she grabbed a towel from the side of the pool and reaching it over to him, "Maybe next time I can give you a hand with that....if there weren't six people in the pool, I'd do more than hand you a towel, Michael."&nbsp; <br><br>She smiled broadly with a shit eating grin on her face before stepping lithely out of the tub and walking away, her hips swaying with each step.&nbsp; She didn't turn around to see his response. <br><br>She showered and dressed quickly and headed back to her office.&nbsp; She had just taken over a case that, had it been started of right would be a slam dunk in her client's favor.&nbsp; As it was, the lawyer she took over for had been doing cocaine and had fucked everything up completely.&nbsp; The fact that she had to actually go to court for a divorce case seemed ridiculous to her, and the opposing council had pounced on every possible mistake with great aplomb.&nbsp; She couldn't help but admire the way he took advantage of every little weakness her predecessor had shown.&nbsp; &nbsp;She worked until midnight and went home to crash.&nbsp; <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Oblivious</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Older And Wiser</strong> on <strong>10-03-2009, 23:11:26</strong>
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				Michael could not stop his jaw from sagging.&nbsp; He stood there with his mouth hanging open, a ridiculous expression on his face as he watched that (oh so nice) ass and (fucking great!) pair of legs head for the women’s locker room.&nbsp; His brain spun with the fantasies.&nbsp; He snapped out of it as the door closed behind her.<br><br>“She’s not serious.” He thought.&nbsp; “She is just teasing me.&nbsp; Good to see she has a sense of humor about that sort of thing.&nbsp; Why would a babe like that want to do it with a middle aged guy like me anyway?&nbsp; It is not like I am some Tom Cruise look alike.&nbsp; Nice thought though”<br>He headed for the shower, rolling fantasies through his head and smiling.&nbsp; <br>He got home, hoping to take a break for some marital pleasures before he finished his work, but his wife was complaining about being tired and bad things at work again, so he headed up to his study.<br><br>It was difficult to stay focused on work, but this case was pretty compelling, he thought.&nbsp; His client had met her soon to be ex-husband while they were in high school.&nbsp; They had continued to date through college, even though she clearly outclassed him.&nbsp; This man had been heavy in high school but had really packed it on in college.&nbsp; He had kept his “Bluto” Animal House activities to weekends, but between the beer, pizza, and drugs on weekends and dorm food and late night junk food runs during the week, he was obese when he graduated.&nbsp; Nevertheless, he had found a good job as an engineer and had moved up the pay ladder quickly.<br><br>She had gotten pregnant with their first child at the end of their junior year.&nbsp; They got married and she had never finished her degree, staying home to care for the first, and the following three children.<br><br>The man’s weight had increased with his pay check, and he soon joined the ranks of the super obese.&nbsp; His client had nursed him through all of the health problems that come with that level of weight – diabetes, joint problems, high blood pressure, etc.&nbsp; She had done everything possible to help him diet, but he would routinely cheat during the day.&nbsp; Finally, he had been faced with&nbsp; the choice of bariatric surgery or death.&nbsp; He opted for the surgery.&nbsp; She had nursed him through the recovery, and the follow up medical procedures to repair his knees and remove the excess skin that had formed with his fat.&nbsp; It had taken 18 months, but now, at 35, the guy looked great Michael had to admit.&nbsp; It was also when he had gone off the deep end.<br><br>First, he had had an affair.&nbsp; While Michael had never had one himself, like all men he was routinely tempted to stray.&nbsp; &nbsp;He could certainly understand how a guy with who had never been with a woman other than his wife –ever - would stray once or twice.&nbsp; She had found out about her and he apologized and said it would never happen again.&nbsp; Then he took most of their kid’s college savings and purchased a very hot red Corvette convertible and had two more affairs.&nbsp; That had been enough and she had thrown him out.&nbsp; <br><br>The hearing tomorrow was about additional financial matters.&nbsp; The guy was already mad that he had to pay child support, but that was the easy part for Michael.&nbsp; State law dictated what percentage of your salary you paid when you had so many kids.&nbsp; Tomorrow would be harder.&nbsp; That hearing was about replacing the kid’s college funds and paying Michael’s client support so she could finish her degree and get a better job than manager at McDonalds.&nbsp; The law was pretty clearly on his client’s side, as was the judge’s sympathy.&nbsp; Michael had heard that there was another lawyer involved now, so he could not count on Frank Thompson showing up drunk or high or both.&nbsp; <br><br>He crawled into bed next to his sleeping wife, only to have Mr. Happy wake up and remind him of earlier events.&nbsp; He sighed, rolled over, and tried to sleep.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Oblivious</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>10-03-2009, 23:22:21</strong>
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				Jaimie had learned that Judge Morrison was a middle aged man who had been through a divorce.&nbsp; He'd apparently had an affair and his wife had taken him through the wringer.&nbsp; Word was that he was not very favorably inclined toward women in divorce battles.&nbsp; That was all to her side of things.&nbsp; And that was about it.<br><br>She had approached this client with great trepidation as it was clear he was trying to win a losing battle given his behavior.&nbsp; He'd become wild and wreckless, and spending the kids college fund had been over the top.&nbsp; She hated the fact that she'd been handed this case, screwed up totally by bad counsel.&nbsp; What the fuck had Frank Thompson had been thinking was entirely unclear to her.&nbsp; The wife had stuck through the man's fat period, stayed faithful through his surgery and he'd repaid her by fucking younger women, blowing a wad of money and then think he could get away with it unscathed.&nbsp; <br><br>She had tried to get an out of court settlement, but the opposing counsel had made it clear they were unwilling to go back in the process to restart negotiations simply because Frank had been hauled away to a treatment center.&nbsp; She wouldn't have budged either, she thought as she entered the hallway outside the courtroom.&nbsp; She pulled him aside into a small waiting area after making sure a court officer knew where they were.&nbsp; She had dressed professionally with a slightly provocative air.&nbsp; She didn't want to come across as seducing the judge.<br><br>She turned to her client, Jim Wilson and said,"We're waiting in here until the case is called.&nbsp; The last thing I want to see is you two getting into a fight in the hallway."<br><br>He nodded his agreement and poked his head out the door. He closed it shut tightly and said, "She's out there now with her attorney.&nbsp; Asshole..."&nbsp; He picked up his blackberry and started punching in keys.&nbsp; <br><br>Jaimie closed her eyes and thought how this was a completely hopeless case.&nbsp; She could hardly wait to get it over with and move on.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Oblivious</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Older And Wiser</strong> on <strong>11-03-2009, 07:08:29</strong>
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				Michael had seen Wilson stick his head out of a courtroom door.&nbsp; He was dressed in what he thought of as his “college professor” suit, a classic herringbone.<br><br>“Ok Lisa.” He said, turning to his client, “we have been in court before and it is basically the same drill.&nbsp; Let him be the bad guy and let him blow up.&nbsp; It has happened every time so far.&nbsp; It leaves a very bad impression with the judge so he is less inclined to cut him some slack.&nbsp; Now the law is on our side.&nbsp; You gave up an awful lot for the marriage, and you are entitled to get some of that back.&nbsp; The question is how much and how fast.”<br><br>“I just want enough to get a life back.” She wiped a tear away.&nbsp; Her mother, standing behind her, rubbed her shoulders.<br><br>“We’ll do what we can.&nbsp; Just stay cool, ok?”<br><br>A court officer called them in.&nbsp; Michael headed for court deliberately walking towards the room where Wilson would emerge, singing “Fortunate Son” to himself, just loud enough to rattle Wilson’s cage.&nbsp; He stepped out of the room with his new attorney, who had her back to him.<br>“Hmm, nice ass.”&nbsp; Michael thought, not recognizing her from behind.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Oblivious</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>11-03-2009, 17:19:25</strong>
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				Jaimie deliberately did not turn to look over her shoulder, even though she knew the wife and her counsel were behind her.&nbsp; She knew it would be viewed as a sign of weakness to be checking out the competition.&nbsp; She paused to let Jim open the door for them, and walked straight to the right side of the chamber and placing her briefcase on the table there.&nbsp; The judge hadn't entered yet, so she remained standing and made sure Jim did so as well--a sign of respect.&nbsp; <br><br>She waited a moment until she was certain that the wife and her attorney had made their way in before turning to give him her standard power handshake that generally unnerves most men when they encounter it.&nbsp; She spun lightly on her heels with a genuine smile of greeting on her face, her eyes twinkling with the energy of focus she always found before dueling in court.&nbsp; <br><br>Her hand reached out and her voice said, "I'm Tyler Collins...I assume you're..." and paused as she recognized the guy at the gym.&nbsp; For the first time in a very long while, Jaimie felt speechless.&nbsp; Opposing counsel was the man she'd just offered to whack off in the hot tub. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Oblivious</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Older And Wiser</strong> on <strong>13-03-2009, 07:32:23</strong>
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				Michael could see Wilson reacting to his tune.&nbsp; He was friendly with the court officers.&nbsp; They generally felt that the adults could do anything short of violence to each other, but screwing with your kids was over the line, so Wilson started out behind.&nbsp; Besides, court officers like a good show as much as anyone.&nbsp; Michael heard one singing Prince’s&nbsp; “Little Red Corvette.”&nbsp; It had come out that one of Wilson’s affairs involved a good deal of S&amp;M, so a second officer was singing “Whipping Post” as Wilson passed.&nbsp; He wsa turning very red and starting to loose it, Michael saw.&nbsp; <br><br>He watched Wilson’s new lawyer turn toward the counsel table.&nbsp; “Shit!&nbsp; Its that woman from the gym, Jaimie!” he thought.&nbsp; “Well this should prove interesting.”<br><br>Michael prided himself on his poker face in court, so he covered his surprise easily.&nbsp; He had not taken the advances seriously and he had never been one to be intimidated by a lawyer because of her gender.<br><br>“What a pleasant surprise Jamie.&nbsp; Nice to see you here.”<br><br>“All rise!&nbsp; Trial part, family matters is now in session.&nbsp; The Honorable Jonathan Morrison presiding”<br><br>Judge Morrison walked in and took the bench.&nbsp; “Sit down, sit down.”&nbsp; He waved to the court.&nbsp; “Ok Walker v. Walker.&nbsp; The only remaining issues are the children’s college fund, spousal support and a few minor monetary divisions between the parties, correct?”<br><br>“Ahh yes Judge… and that cherry red corvette.” Michael said with a grin.<br><br>“Oh…. This is that case.” The judge said.&nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Oblivious</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>13-03-2009, 22:32:50</strong>
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				Jaimi smiled back, and said, "It's Tyler here...but, yeah...nice to see you too." Her eyebrows met in consternation.&nbsp; He was so casual and cool.&nbsp; Jaimie shook it off as the judge came in, her professionalism coming fully into gear.<br><br>Jaimie had placed a sticky note in front of Jim that said, "Stay Calm" and that was it.&nbsp; She knew he was liable to open his big fat stupid mouth and ruin everything.<br><br>"Yes your honor.&nbsp; I'm Tyler Collins.&nbsp; It's a pleasure to meet you," she said smiling warmly at the judge.&nbsp; She'd see this guy a lot, and she wanted to make a good impression.&nbsp; "I'm representing Mr. Wilson as&nbsp; Frank Thompson, as you know, is currently unavailable."&nbsp; <br><br>Jaimie was not at all thrilled about the likely conclusion to this particular case.&nbsp; She waited for Michael to begin his case.&nbsp; The wife was, after all, suing her client.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Oblivious</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Older And Wiser</strong> on <strong>13-03-2009, 22:53:40</strong>
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				The judge had already made his findings of fact, but that was hardly a difficult thing to do.&nbsp; The law on this was pretty clear as well.&nbsp; It was not so much whether Wilson would need to replenish the college fund, the question was how fast and what interest rate.&nbsp; He would certainly need to pay to have his ex-wife retrained so she could resume the life style she had in the marriage.&nbsp; The question was for how long he would be paying.<br><br>Michael ticked through the facts and how the law applied.&nbsp; He noted the age of the oldest child – 15 and the fact that she would be starting college in a little over two years.&nbsp; That meant that the college fund needed to be replenished by then and that the former Mrs. Wilson would need to be in a position to provide her share of the college support.<br>Michael walked through his calculations of what should be paid in a power point.&nbsp; It worked out to roughly 50% of Wilson’s wages before taxes, but he made $125,000 per year plus bonus and options, so he would survive.&nbsp; <br><br>He wrapped up.&nbsp; “So you see judge, it would appear the only judgment the law will allow here is that you order the divorce, which I think would be on consent, and that Mr. Wilson pay to the college fund the sum of $25,000 within, say one month, and thereafter contribute $2500 per month for a two year period.&nbsp; He should continue to pay child support and provide health insurance for the kids through his employer’s plan, as you previously ordered.&nbsp; For spousal support, the amount is $10,000, again within thirty days, and the sum of $2100 per month thereafter until Lisa has completed her degree and found a position for a salary greater than $50,000 per year, or for two years, whichever comes first.”<br><br>He sat and glanced at the defense table.&nbsp; Wilson was sputtering and red as a Maine lobster.&nbsp; He turned to Lisa, who was beaming.&nbsp; “Now just don’t react like your husband to whatever his lawyer says.” He whispered.&nbsp; He turned to Lisa and her mother.&nbsp; <br><br>“Understood?”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Oblivious</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>13-03-2009, 23:29:42</strong>
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				Jaimie looked at Jim with stern eyes and pointed to her yellow sticky.&nbsp; "Breathe...deeply," she said,"And don't say a word..."she said as she stood up. <br><br>"Your honor.&nbsp; My client concedes the contribution to his own child's college fund.&nbsp; And, child support, even.&nbsp; He has no desire to see his children suffer at the hands of his parent's incompatibility. However, as to providing Mrs. Wilson with the level of comfort she previously enjoyed...." Her voice trailed off in a sense of questioning disgust.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>Tyler paused and walked to the front of the table, sitting on it casually, crossing her long legs over each other and placing herself between the judge and her client. My client has stated, multiple times, his desire for his wife to return to work over the years.&nbsp; In fact, he has offered many times to pay for nannies, housekeepers, or whatever it would take for her to...pull her own weight financially in the family.&nbsp; Point of fact, your honor, it's her own fault that she makes no money of her own.&nbsp; My client has, over the years, made numerous attempts to get his wife into her own occupation and she has steadfastly refused to do so."&nbsp; She knew from a fact that this exact argument was the one used by the judge in his own divorce. <br><br>Tyler looked over her shoulder and at her client, who had returned to his normal pale shade of bleh and stood back up again.&nbsp; "My client, your honor would also like to bring up the fact that the only reason he strayed from his wife is that she refused him time and time again, practically thrusting him out of their bed once he lost the weight that was threatening to kill him.&nbsp; Is it any wonder that he sought comfort with women who have careers and incomes of their own?"<br><br>Tyler hated this with a passion.&nbsp; "My client, your honor, would agree to the terms that support his children---The implementation of the college pay back program and child support of $1000 per month.&nbsp; Since the children will be with him half the time, it makes no sense he pay full child support to an ex-wife who doesn't have full custody. " <br><br>Tyler new that this particular claim was very close to the judge's own, and she hoped, deep down, that she wold lose, but her professional self wanted the judge to be petty and meet her part way.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Oblivious</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Older And Wiser</strong> on <strong>16-03-2009, 17:48:47</strong>
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				The Judge looked over at Michael.&nbsp; “Any rebuttal counsel?”<br><br>“Well Judge, it sounds like counsel for Mr. Wilson is rehashing ground we have already covered and raising issues already settled with your findings of fact.&nbsp; Moreover, many of these issues are irrelevant.&nbsp; Fault is not at issue here.&nbsp; The issues are Lisa Wilson’s ability to support herself and the children and the consequences of wasting marital assets, so that the children and Lisa are made whole.&nbsp; &nbsp;The law is clear on this, so it would seem the only choice here is to grant the relief we have requested.”<br><br>The judge harrumphed.&nbsp; “It is a shame when these matters cannot settle.&nbsp; It makes it so much easier for the parties to get on with their lives.&nbsp; Nevertheless, plaintiff is correct and I will grant the relief requested by Mr. Franklin, counsel for Lisa Wilson.&nbsp; Mr. Wilson, I should add that you did not help yourself by spending so much money on what this court considers frivolous items, like the corvette and… errr… the leather clothing and other items for your girlfriend.&nbsp; If I find that you are not meeting your obligations under this judgment for such trivial matters, the consequences will be severe.&nbsp; Counsel, please submit an order.”&nbsp; He banged his gavel and got up to leave.<br><br>Several things happened at once.&nbsp; Lisa Wilson and her mother squealed with delight, first hugging each other, than embracing Michael.&nbsp; Jim Wilson exploded, screaming at Jaimie.&nbsp; <br><br>“That’s it?&nbsp; That’s Fucking it?&nbsp; That shithead can just tell me to pay that bitch and I’ve gotta do it?&nbsp; Say something GOD DAMN IT!&nbsp; Do something!&nbsp; Fuck this and fuck you!&nbsp; You are fired!”<br><br>If Judge Morrison had heard the outburst, he had ignored it.&nbsp; He was experienced enough to know that emotions ran high in these cases, so he usually let parties yell for a bit.&nbsp; A court officer stood behind Wilson.<br><br>“That’s enough now.&nbsp; You can take it outside.”<br><br>For a moment, Michael thought Wilson was going to take a swing at the officer, which would have resulted in a felony charge.&nbsp; Wilson got a grip on himself and stormed out of the room.<br><br>Michael turned to his client.&nbsp; “Go home and celebrate.&nbsp; I’ll get the judge’s signature and file the order.”&nbsp; Michael handed the proposed order to the court clerk then began to gather up his papers.<br><br>“Tough client, huh?” he said to Jaimie.<br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Oblivious</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>16-03-2009, 19:30:27</strong>
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				Tyler was not at all surprised to hear the judge's ruling.&nbsp; It was inevitable given the circumstances.&nbsp; When Wilson exploded like a two year old, she simply crossed her arms and looked at him quietly, her calm professional exterior looking poised and unamused.&nbsp; When he screamed and fired her, she felt no remorse, sadness or shame.&nbsp; She turned and watched him stomp out of the courtroom after his gleeful ex-wife.&nbsp; She almost hoped he would swing at the officer.&nbsp; It would do him good to sit in a cell for a few hours.<br><br>She sighed as the room cleared out and turned toward Michael as he spoke.&nbsp; "Tough?&nbsp; No...just a complete asshole.&nbsp; He's all bluster and no bite.&nbsp; He got what he deserved."&nbsp; She slid papers into her briefcase and closed it up.&nbsp; "I think it's rather ironic that we meet up here..."&nbsp; <br><br>She moved a stray hair behind her ear and said, "I don't generally take this kind of case.&nbsp; I prefer intellectual property issues, but they handed me this folder when I walked in three days ago and said, 'take this or leave.'"&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>She smiled wryly, "I suppose it was the partner's little hazing ritual--give the newbie a piece of crap client no one else will touch."&nbsp; <br><br>Shrugging it off, she looked at her watch,"I've got a couple hours before I have anything..want to get some lunch?"<br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Oblivious</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Older And Wiser</strong> on <strong>16-03-2009, 21:41:31</strong>
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				“I don’t usually do divorces either.&nbsp; A friend who does criminal defense told me that in criminal court, you see the worst people on their best behavior and here you see the best people on their worst behavior.&nbsp; I only took this as a favor to the legal aid society.&nbsp; And lunch would be great.&nbsp; There is a good Thai spot around the corner or the courthouse diner or the sushi place across the street.&nbsp; I am open to anything.”&nbsp; <br><br>He smiled.&nbsp; &nbsp;He was taller than her and, looking down, could not help but look strait to her cleavage.&nbsp; &nbsp;He had always thought women in suits were very sexy.&nbsp; There was something about that prim and proper on the outside with, at least in his fantasies, incredibly sexy undergarments underneath.&nbsp; She was obviously using a push up bra, and, in his head at least, she was wearing thigh high stockings and equally sexy panties.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Oblivious</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>16-03-2009, 23:23:28</strong>
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				"Great...I'm happy with Thai," she said, relieved he hadn't said no.&nbsp; She wondered if his "open to anything" meant more than lunch, but didn't push it.&nbsp; She walked with him through the courthouse and out into the street. <br><br>They walked to the restaurant briefcases in hand.&nbsp; For all intents and purposes, they looked like two counsel heading out to discuss a case over some food--a working lunch.&nbsp; The hostess motioned them toward a table up front, but Jaimie pointed toward a table in the back, near a darker corner and asked if they could sit there instead.&nbsp; The hostess nodded with a questioning look and waved them back.&nbsp; <br><br>Jaimie took a seat and leaned forward provocatively, "So...have you thought of any day hikes you and I could go on this weekend?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Oblivious</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Older And Wiser</strong> on <strong>17-03-2009, 00:48:11</strong>
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				“Hikes?&nbsp; Umm, well had not given it much thought actually. I was focused on the case.&nbsp; I was planning on blowing off the afternoon as a reward for being a good legal aid volunteer.&nbsp; I can research some then.”&nbsp; <br><br>He was glad she had taken the back table though he could not understand why.&nbsp; He was not generally seen eating with gorgeous women other than his wife.&nbsp; “Residual guilt, I guess.”&nbsp; He thought.&nbsp; Additional guilt was sparked by Jaimie leaning forward.&nbsp; It highlighted her breasts and cleavage.&nbsp; Michael could not help but stare.<br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Oblivious</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>17-03-2009, 00:59:38</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Jaimie cocked her head and said, "I have a case that I'm just getting my teeth into.&nbsp; It's fresh and new, and I'm the only one on it so far--so I don't have the crap this last case came with.&nbsp; You know what?&nbsp; &nbsp;Wilson actually got on his knees during our meeting on Tuesday--the first time I meet the guy!&nbsp; Imagine this, he gets on his knees and says, to me, "please, please...I couldn't help myself...if you win this case you can do anything to me you want.'"<br><br>Jaimie rolled her eyes and said, "I'm just glad the judge didn't bring up the whips and other questionable items he had purchased. The guy liked being tied down and played with."&nbsp; <br><br>She took a sip of her water,"The point though, is that I probably won't have much time to spend outside of work the next couple of weeks. being new means I have to prove myself all over again--doesn't matter that I had a hell of a career going back.."she shook away the rest of the though and continued, "....anyway... It'll be work, gym, work, gym...maybe a hike with you on the weekend?...and work in the evening again..."&nbsp; <br><br>She let one shoe drop quietly to the ground as she crossed her now shoeless leg over the other, her foot reached out and grazed Michael's thigh.&nbsp; She smiled warmly and said, "It's hard to get to know people when all you do is work and work out."<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Oblivious</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Older And Wiser</strong> on <strong>17-03-2009, 21:17:07</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				“Well, I expect that Wilson will hire another lawyer, they will file a motion to re-open because your predecessor was… well drunk or high or both most of the time… that should loose, then he’ll sue your firm for malpractice for not dealing with the addiction issue sooner. “<br><br>Michael raised an eyebrow at the “down on his knees” revelation.&nbsp; “Well, God only knows what he expected to happen.&nbsp; If he had cleaned out a retirement account that would be one thing, but the kid’s&nbsp; was pretty much beyond the limit.&nbsp; I was pretty surprised at how much all his toys cost.&nbsp; The ‘Vette, well you expect that will cost a bunch, but the whips, chains, leather&nbsp; and silks, dildos and vibrators for $100 a pop… renting the rooms at first then fixing up his new house with the dungeon… he spent a fortune. “<br><br>Michael laughed.&nbsp; “I had no idea that stuff was so expensive.&nbsp; We still have a bunch of it tagged as evidence from his depositions back in our office.&nbsp; I’ll bet your office does too.&nbsp; Not sure what to do with it.&nbsp; Do you think he wants it back?&nbsp; If not, I suppose I can check to see if any of it fits… or give the female specific stuff to our paralegals and secretaries.&nbsp; They don’t make enough to buy the expensive stuff, I suppose.”&nbsp; He paused.&nbsp; “Wow, I cannot believe I just said all that.&nbsp; I don’t usually talk like that with folks I know well.”<br><br>Michael was sipping his tea when he felt her foot on his thigh.&nbsp; He jumped, sloshing tea on himself and blushing heavily.&nbsp; <br><br>He grabbed the napkin and began to pat himself dry.&nbsp; “Well, yeah… and you are new in town.&nbsp; But, ya know, there are ways to get to know folks.&nbsp; Bar association socials and there are a couple of hiking clubs…”&nbsp; &nbsp;<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Oblivious</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>17-03-2009, 22:42:09</strong>
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				"Actually, I doubt he will do anything.&nbsp; There are...things that didn't surface in discovery that...well, let's just say, I'm pretty sure he wouldn't really want anyone to find out about." She smiled wryly as she remembered the cache of videotapes and his confession to a variety of unsavory activities.<br><br>Jaimie's eyes widened just a tad as Michael talked about the toys in the office.&nbsp; "I tossed the...insertible items.&nbsp; I actually took the cuffs and some of the nicer rope home." She met his eyes briefly, "Never know when they'll come in handy."&nbsp; <br><br>When he jumped and spilled his tea, she said, innocently enough, pretending he had jumped when she mentioned the cuffs...but knowing full well it was her foot on his thigh that had caused his sudden movement.&nbsp; &nbsp;"Oh...I didn't mean to...startle you Michael."&nbsp; <br><br>Her foot pulled back to a discreet distance only after traveling down his leg and to his ankle.&nbsp; "So...you were saying...bar association socials? Sounds like fun, a room full of lawyers...but the hiking club...maybe." 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Oblivious</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Older And Wiser</strong> on <strong>18-03-2009, 01:21:42</strong>
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				He could not help but focus on Jaimie’s foot as it traveled down his leg.&nbsp; His own wife had never done anything like that to him, even when they were dating.&nbsp; &nbsp; Dawn was beginning to break over Marblehead, as they say in Boston.&nbsp; “Is she trying to…”&nbsp; there was only one word for it… “seduce me?” he thought.&nbsp; “Does she really want to fuck me?&nbsp; No way!&nbsp; &nbsp;I just am not… that just does not happen to me!”<br><br>He switched his focus to the social stuff.&nbsp; “Yeah, well the bar association can be pretty dull, but it is once a month and the food is pretty good when I am not on a diet.&nbsp; Plus we all have our specialties and it is a way to get some business.&nbsp; The hiking club is lots more fun.&nbsp; Be prepared to have a few beers at the meetings.&nbsp; How some of those folks can drink like that, then pound out miles with a backpack on is beyond me.”<br><br>He had shifted when he jumped and now could see the lacy top of Jaimie’s bra.&nbsp; He fought to keep his eyes on her face, but they wandered down.&nbsp; He would look, catch himself, then meet her gaze.&nbsp; Before he had met his wife he would have said she appeared very interested in him.&nbsp; “Stop deluding yourself.” He thought.<br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Oblivious</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>18-03-2009, 02:30:57</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Jaimie smiled at Michael, she was beginning to believe he really was not just being coy, but absolutely oblivious to her attraction to him.&nbsp; &nbsp; At least he was noticing her physically, that much was obvious by the way his eyes wandered repeatedly to her chest. <br><br>"Drinking doesn't do much for me," Jaimie said, "I like to stay focused and in control of things...and then I have to burn off the extra calories."<br><br>She leaned forward in her chair to pick up a skewer of chicken satay the waitress had brought. She looked at the skewer thoughtfully for a moment and lifted it to her lips.&nbsp; The piece on the end was a perfect mouthful and she slowly encircled it with her lips and slid it into her mouth.&nbsp; It couldn't have looked any more like a woman giving head than if she'd had a cock in her mouth.&nbsp; <br><br>She chewed the piece slowly and swallowed,"Mmm..delicious...I'm...very oral."&nbsp; Her teasing smile went all the way to her eyes which met his playfully.&nbsp; She couldn't help but wonder if he would completely miss the reference or if he would spill his tea again.&nbsp; <br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Oblivious</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Older And Wiser</strong> on <strong>19-03-2009, 00:51:18</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				If there is a patron saint for the clueless, they were not interceding on Michael’s behalf today.&nbsp; He simply saw a woman eating chicken on a stick.&nbsp; He did not pick up on the inuendo.&nbsp; The sight was a touch erotic, but he just chalked that up to his imagination running away with him.&nbsp; Some of the sexual activities that had come out in the divorce case were just influencing his imagination, he thought.<br><br>“Oral?&nbsp; I like the taste of food too.&nbsp; I am too Irish to completely stop drinking, and I like a good bourbon or a cognac too much to completely stop, but it is an awful lot of empty calories.&nbsp; Plus, when I drink, my sweet tooth kicks in and I can get a bit nuts – I’ll tear into any desserts we have, peanut butter and jelly… whatever is at hand.&nbsp; I guess I’ll need to acquire some other bad habit.&nbsp; Got any suggestions?”&nbsp; he popped some satay into his mouth.<br><br>The waiter arrived with their main course.&nbsp; Michael had ordered a red curry.&nbsp; Not the healthiest thing but it was acceptable and it was very spicy.&nbsp; He served himself some and offered Jaimie a sample.&nbsp; <br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Oblivious</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>19-03-2009, 00:59:29</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Jaimie was a little bit shocked that he hadn't picked up on her oral comment.&nbsp; <br><br>"Any suggestions?" she echoed,"Well...finding something to do with your mouth besides eat food is always a good thing."&nbsp; She shrugged it off for now, though.&nbsp; Obviously he wasn't going to take her hinting around.&nbsp; She'd have to probably throw him on his back and tell him she wanted to fuck his brains out.&nbsp; And the restaurant was not the place to do it.&nbsp; <br><br>She had ordered a bowl of TomKaGa soup for her meal and was enjoying it thoroughly.&nbsp; When he offered her a sample of his red curry, she said,"Sure," as she leaned forward across the table, encouraging her blouse to drop down further knowing he'd get a full view of her breasts she opened her mouth encouragingly, waiting for him to feed her a bite off his fork.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Oblivious</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Older And Wiser</strong> on <strong>19-03-2009, 17:53:13</strong>
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				“Besides eating?&nbsp; I suppose I could join a community theatre and act.&nbsp; Or maybe try singing.”&nbsp; There was not a hint of irony in Michael’s voice.&nbsp; <br><br>Michael could not help but stare at those breasts… those marvelous firm breasts encased in that lovely, sexy bra… as Jaimie leaned forward.&nbsp; He squirmed and shifted his position.&nbsp; <br><br>Michael may have been oblivious to Jaimie’s moves, but his libido was not.&nbsp; He was pretty sure Jaimie could not see his physical reaction to the view through the table, but it was still uncomfortable pressure. He adjusted his seat around on the excuse of moving to place the food in her mouth, but he really wanted to be placed without a full view of her cleavage and avoid the lust that view reared in his head.&nbsp; This adjustment, however, gave him a very good view of Jaimie’s long, luscious legs.<br><br>Michael was the consummate leg man.&nbsp; He loved the look of shapely, strong legs, particularly when they were encased in hose and topped off by a sexy pair of high heels.&nbsp; Jaimie’s legs met that criteria and then some.&nbsp; She had the great legs Michael usually associated with dancers.&nbsp; He could not help himself.&nbsp; He stared at them, then forced his eyes back to her face and the meal.&nbsp; He rushed his eating and finished.&nbsp; <br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Oblivious</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>19-03-2009, 22:39:02</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She couldn't help but notice Michael squirming a little in his seat, and she could only hope it was because he was aroused by her.&nbsp; <br><br>Jaimie ate slowly, savoring every morsel, yet not finishing much more than half on her plate.&nbsp; She signaled for a box just as a small chime dinged from her briefcase.&nbsp; She frowned and said, "Work calls...Drat...I'm too new to just skip out for an afternoon, Michael.&nbsp; I hope you have something fun planned for the rest of your afternoon."<br><br>She opened her wallet and pulled out more than enough to cover her portion of the bill plus a healthy tip.&nbsp; "I hope you don't mind if I eat and run...I have this new thing I have to dive right into.&nbsp; But...I'll be at the club later...would you be willing to spot me on some free weights?&nbsp; I haven't done a great chest workout since I got here."<br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Oblivious</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Older And Wiser</strong> on <strong>20-03-2009, 00:06:21</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				“Great chest… you have that indeed.” Michael thought, then stopped himself.&nbsp; “Yeah I can meet you if you like.&nbsp; Is 6:00 ok?”<br><br>He did not even glance at the money she had put down as he watched her leave.&nbsp; He had planned to blow the afternoon off, mostly to reward himself for winning a Legal Aid case.&nbsp; Now he wondered if his wife could leave work early for some afternoon indulgences.&nbsp; He was sure Jaimie had not meant anything.&nbsp; After all, he was a married guy and things like that did not happen to him.&nbsp; The way she had moved had gotten him very hot and he really wanted … well to get laid.<br><br>He called his wife as he settled up the check.&nbsp; He noticed Jaimie had left too much and made a mental note to return her the change.&nbsp; He was greated by her usual complaints about how swamped she was at work.&nbsp; “Listen, just this once, let’s fuck work and go home to fuck.” He said.<br>“I can not.” His wife replied.&nbsp; “This is just too important.”&nbsp; He left for home, thinking a porn site, or perhaps a cold shower, or both, was in order.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Oblivious</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>20-03-2009, 01:51:51</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Jaimie focused on the new case she'd been drawn to this firm by.&nbsp; It was a juicy intellectual property case and it wasn't until 5:50 that she realized the time.&nbsp; She quickly put thins in order on her desk and grabbed her stuff for the gym.&nbsp; The office was in walking distance, and she found herself nearly jogging in her heels to get to the gym in time to change and be ready to work out by 6:00.&nbsp; She did a quick once over but didn't see Michael right away so slipped into the locker room to change.<br><br>She had put on tight short shorts that clung to her muscled thighs and bottom. They were tight without being overtly revealing, except anyone looking closely would see there was no underwear line to be seen.&nbsp; Her upper body was clad in a colorful top that showed off her back muscles beautifully.&nbsp; She put on her gloves and headed toward the free weights, looking to see if Michael was already there.<br><br>The ass from the night before grinned at her as he jumped onto an upside down bosu and started doing some squats.&nbsp; He almost missed his balance as he did so and she couldn't help but give him one of those looks that make most men whither for month.&nbsp; Not this guy.&nbsp; He took it as being noticed.&nbsp; Jaimie groaned inwardly as she moved on past.<br><br>She grabbed a bosu and began a round of crunches, waiting for Michael to appear.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Oblivious</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Older And Wiser</strong> on <strong>20-03-2009, 03:12:20</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Michael strolled into the gym a bit late.&nbsp; He was looking forward to working out with a partner for a change, and he could use a chest work out.&nbsp; He all saw Jaimie on the bosu ball and walked over, waiting for her to finish.&nbsp; <br><br>“It looks like you are all warmed up.” He said after they exchanged greetings.&nbsp; “Do you want to work with dumbbells or with the bar today?” he indicated the bench press.&nbsp; “I’ll need to get warmed up too.”&nbsp; Michael took in the shorts and top, not for the last time admiring her body.&nbsp; He had worn his gym standard, sweats and a compression shirt.&nbsp; The shirt was tight, but he really did wear it to help his performance.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Oblivious</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>21-03-2009, 01:38:50</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Jaimie sat up and shifted to her feet.&nbsp; Getting of the bosu was never an overly graceful thing for her.&nbsp; She looked over at the bench press and said, "I think the bar for straight presses...and the incline with the dumbbells....."<br><br>She cocked her head and said,"When you feel ready to start....I'll be doing crunches and planks...although you look pretty hot to me already..."&nbsp; She spun back to the bosu ball she had just been on and dropped to a plank with her feet on the ball, her arms holding her up.&nbsp; She clenched her glutes tightly and began to lift one leg and then the other as she held herself on her arm.&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Oblivious</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Older And Wiser</strong> on <strong>21-03-2009, 02:22:09</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Michael’s jaw dropped as Jaimie turned.&nbsp; “I wish she wouldn’t do that.”&nbsp; He thought.&nbsp; “I mean its not like we’re going to do anything about it.&nbsp; She does not want a fat married guy.”&nbsp; Michael had not yet realized that he no longer qualified as fat.&nbsp; If your abdominal muscles show, you are very fit.<br><br>“Right.&nbsp; I’ll just do a warm up set and my first set over there.”&nbsp; He took in her tight buns for a minute, then went to the bench press.&nbsp; He banged out 15 reps with just the bar, simply to get the blood moving, then put on 45 pound plates.&nbsp; He considered this his real warm up was finishing his second set of these and when Jaimie came over.<br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Oblivious</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>21-03-2009, 05:43:57</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Jaimie waited until the bar was set on the hooks completely before approaching Michael.&nbsp; She leaned over him a little and said,"Want a bit more on there for your next set?&nbsp; Or do you want to rotate back and forth?"&nbsp; She spun the outer&nbsp; plate idly with her hand.&nbsp; <br><br>"There's no way I'm benching this much, though...I'm only at about 100..." <br><br>She stood at the head of the bench, but was not straddling it.&nbsp; She pictured herself straddling the bench with his face just a mere foot underneath her with her hands poised to help if needed.&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Oblivious</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Older And Wiser</strong> on <strong>22-03-2009, 02:09:10</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				“Why not lower yourself down some and I’ll give you a mustache ride.” Part of his brain thought.&nbsp; This was the part he often thought of as controlled by his penis and with the view he was getting, that part was having some fun.&nbsp; Mr. Happy poked up a bit.<br><br>“I gotta stop thinking like that” the other half responded.&nbsp; <br><br>He said.&nbsp; “Let’s just switch off.&nbsp; That way we get enough recovery between sets and we can push each other harder.”<br><br>“She is certainly pushing you to get harder.” The Mr. Happy side thought.&nbsp; He was often amazed at how he seemed to have a committee meeting in his head.&nbsp; &nbsp;A psychologist he had once used as an expert witness said that was a common occurrence.&nbsp; <br>“Knock it off.” The other part of his brain responded.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Oblivious</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>23-03-2009, 05:41:16</strong>
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				Jaimie nodded to switching off.&nbsp; She liked to build slowly and do more reps rather than have a heavy weight where she could only do five reps.&nbsp; She waited for him to get off the bench before adjusting the weight to 80 pounds.&nbsp; A decent starting weight for her.&nbsp; She got on the bench and positioned her hands on the bar.&nbsp; Before she began to lift, she looked for him to seem ready to spot.&nbsp; He was looking a bit off somehow.<br><br>"You okay, Michael? " Jaimie asked, "You seem distracted."&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Oblivious</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Older And Wiser</strong> on <strong>23-03-2009, 18:24:14</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				“Because I want to fuck you brains out!” his inner horny teenager screamed.<br><br>“Umm.. no.&nbsp; I’m fine.&nbsp; It is just that I usually work out solo and it is odd to have a partner. “ Michael said.&nbsp; His cock twitched slightly at the thought of her sucking his cock from this position, perhaps in a threesome where another woman positioned herself between Jaimie’s legs and licked her clit.<br><br>“Gotta stop thinking that.&nbsp; I’ll get in trouble.”&nbsp; He thought.<br><br>“You ready to start?” he asked.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Oblivious</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>23-03-2009, 18:40:08</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				With those damn sweatpants on, Jaimie couldn't see much of him, but she was almost certain there was a little bulge beginning to show.&nbsp; She wondered how long it would take before his mind was overcome by his body's basic urges.<br><br>Jaimie casually said, "Yeah...I know what you mean about the partner thing.&nbsp; It always makes me rather horny, actually."&nbsp; &nbsp;She grabbed the bar pushing it straight up and bringing it down close to her chest.&nbsp; She breathed out as she lifted and in as she brought the bar down, pulling out an easy fifteen reps.&nbsp; She would bump up the weight to make sure she could use a little help next time.&nbsp; She sat up when she was done with her set and helped him put the weight back on the bar for his next set.&nbsp; <br><br>As she took her position to spot him she looked down at him and grinned, "Your up."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Oblivious</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Older And Wiser</strong> on <strong>23-03-2009, 19:12:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				“Horny?&nbsp; Is she gay?” he thought.&nbsp; Most women he knew worked out with other women, or solo.&nbsp; &nbsp;“Who do you usually partner with?” he asked, tap dancing around the issue.<br><br>“Oh boy am I up with you around.” The inner horny teenager said.&nbsp; Michael gave him a mental dope slap.&nbsp; He set himself under the bar and looked up… along those long lovely legs…&nbsp; that tight butt and those breasts viewed from the bottom….<br><br>“Ok focus or you will have a whole lotta weight on a bar on top of your neck”&nbsp; Michael shut his eyes and began his set.&nbsp; He needed just a slight bit of help to make the last rep.&nbsp; The weight and strain left him with tunnel vision on the bar so he was not distracted and finished properly.&nbsp; &nbsp; He shut his eyes and panted.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>“Your turn.” He gasped.&nbsp; “How much do you want?”<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Oblivious</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>23-03-2009, 19:42:21</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"I only partner with men, actually..In the gym and elsewhere." she said, hiding a slight smirk, putting the emphasis on the word 'partner.'&nbsp; It seemed like maybe he was finally returning with some flirtation.&nbsp; She held herself ready to help her mind alert and paying close attention to his lifting, though, while he was working out.&nbsp; She didn't want to be responsible for any injuries.&nbsp; On his last rep she was rewarded with enough wobbling that she gave him slight touch.<br><br>"Nice set...Michael..," she ran her hand along the bar and looked at the weights.&nbsp; "Let's go for 100...the 80 was a nice starting weight, but seemed rather easy...I've done 100 before..."<br><br>She planted her feet firmly on either side of her and placed herself in position under the bar.&nbsp; She pushed up and found herself thinking immediately she would be finding anything more than ten pretty tough.&nbsp; Being a smart ass and a show-off though, she dove into the work of it.&nbsp; She pushed herself through the first ten.&nbsp; The 11th and 12th rep were shaky to say the least--Mike was obviously ready to help her though, so she said, "One more..." as she pushed upward it wouldn't get where she needed it and Mike had to help her out.&nbsp; <br><br>She stay on the bench for a moment her face burning with embarrassment as much as the exertion.&nbsp; "Man..." <br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Oblivious</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Older And Wiser</strong> on <strong>23-03-2009, 20:02:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				“Good set and good effort.” He said, and he meant it.&nbsp; Most women were afraid of lifting heavy because they did not want to bulk up.&nbsp; Those freaky women got that way from testosterone injections, as Michael, and apparently Jaimie both knew.&nbsp; He had simply guided the weights on the last rep.&nbsp; Safety first, after all.<br><br>He looked down at her heaving chest and, once again, felt a jump in his pants at the sight.&nbsp; He did enjoy tit fucking and those looked like they could provide an ocean of delight.&nbsp; He wondered what she liked sexually.&nbsp; He was starting to pick up clues that she really did want to fuck him, married and ugly or not.<br><br>They switched off a few more times, Michael pyramiding up to his top weight.<br><br>“I will only be able to get 3 or 4 of these.” He said as he closed his eyes and focused.&nbsp; He pressed through the first two with a pause at the top of each.&nbsp; He made the third with a struggle.&nbsp; “Last one” he gasped.&nbsp; She had to help him through it.&nbsp; Afterwards he lay panting.&nbsp; He looked up and their eyes met.<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Oblivious</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>23-03-2009, 20:36:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He'd put a lot of weight on the last set, and she had to help him with a bit, though she only felt like she was lifting maybe twenty pounds at the last.&nbsp; <br><br>"Nice..." she said though the emphasis was vague as to whether she was talking about his lifting.&nbsp; She dropped her eyes to his as he lay there recovering. <br><br>When their eyes met she said, "really nice..."&nbsp; She looked away quickly before she tossed out a pass at him.&nbsp; She was tempted to just ask her over to her place right then and there, but there were people around.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>She was so tempted to lean over and just kiss him.&nbsp; But the gym was pretty crowded and she knew he was married.&nbsp; Married men generally liked to stay discreet, and their workout had been on the edge of not so discreet.&nbsp; He was definitely interested, but she couldn't tell if he was beginning to flirt just because he was warming to her or if he might actually been interested.&nbsp; <br><br>He was rather puzzling, actually.&nbsp; After the pointed comment in the hot tub, most guys would have been ready to jump right in.&nbsp; She looked back at him and said, very quietly, "I think I need to take a very, very cold shower now."&nbsp; <br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Oblivious</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Older And Wiser</strong> on <strong>23-03-2009, 20:41:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				“Or get laid…”&nbsp; It was out of his mouth before his brain caught up with it.&nbsp; <br><br>“Got ya!” yelled the horny teenager in his head.<br><br>He blushed crimson.&nbsp; “Sorry…. I errr… well I should not have said that.”&nbsp; He started to look down, then realized he was staring at her tits.&nbsp; He looked up sharply and met her eyes.<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Oblivious</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>23-03-2009, 23:30:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Don't apologize...that's certainly a better solution..." Jaimie said, her lips twisting , "And of course one I'd be happy to end up with..."&nbsp; <br><br>His eyes lifted toward hers suddenly from the place where they had been planted on her chest.&nbsp; She lifted her left eyebrow high and said, "Don't suppose you were offering?"&nbsp; At this point she couldn't care less about the other people around them...no one could really over hear them.&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Oblivious</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Older And Wiser</strong> on <strong>24-03-2009, 00:51:37</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				“BOOYAH!” screamed the horny teenager in his head.&nbsp; He could feel the horny teenager dancing to the heavy rhythms of the techno beat this gym favored.<br><br>What came out was significantly more jumbled.&nbsp; “I’m… err..&nbsp; that is to say…&nbsp; ummm… oh fuck I am married Jaimie.&nbsp; Not that I don’t want to.. ‘umm ‘cause I do..&nbsp; I mean I really want to… but… well … I mean you are incredible looking…. And .. shit what man wouldn’t… but… shit I am married and I really shouldn’t… I mean can’t … I mean shouldn’t do anything like that.”<br><br>His body was having its own independent thoughts.&nbsp; His cock was now plainly on display for all to see.&nbsp; His sweat pants had an enormous bulge.&nbsp; &nbsp;He attempted to cover it with a towel .<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Oblivious</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>24-03-2009, 01:42:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Jaimie said,"Hot and a nice guy...". She backed off a bit and said,"sorry to come on so strong and put you in such a bad...er... Position.". <br><br>She looked away as he covered his obviously ample bulge.&nbsp; "I hope you'll still be willing to still hang out here...if that would be okay.&nbsp; &nbsp;"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Oblivious</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Older And Wiser</strong> on <strong>24-03-2009, 17:23:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Now the horny teenager in his head dope slapped Michael.&nbsp; “You had to mention the marriage thing!&nbsp; You fucking idiot!&nbsp; She so obviously wants you!&nbsp; And she is hot!&nbsp; Look at those tits!&nbsp; Look at that ass!”<br><br>The shy fat guy self image he still carried around now chipped in.&nbsp; “Did she say hot?&nbsp; Hot and nice guy?”<br><br>Outwardly Michael chuckled.&nbsp; “Jaimie, I have not enjoyed someone’s company this much in a long time.&nbsp; Yes, I’d love to.&nbsp; And … ummm… did you just say I was hot?”&nbsp; Michael looked like the cat who swallowed the canary, as his grandmother would have said.<br><br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Oblivious</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>24-03-2009, 17:42:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Jaimie laughed a little.&nbsp; "Yeah....Michael..." she said, her eyes moving up and down his torso as if she was wondering if she had missed something.&nbsp; &nbsp;"I find you incredibly hot."&nbsp; <br><br>She bit her lower lip and said, "But, like you said...you shouldn't..."&nbsp; But in her mind she added, 'he didn't say I won't....'<br><br>Jaimie shifted gears and said, "I want to do some incline presses, too...mind spotting me on those?"<br><br>She moved over to the bench and grabbed two 30 pound dumbbells and said, "I threw my shoulder out a year or so ago, and I have to be pretty careful..."&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Oblivious</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Older And Wiser</strong> on <strong>25-03-2009, 17:33:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The internal horny teenager and the internal ackward fat guy both started dacning.&nbsp; It was a strange mis of George Michael singing "I want your sex" and them chanting "She said I'm hot!&nbsp; She said I'm hot!&nbsp; She said I'm hot!"<br><br>"I fucking hate George Michael" he muttered as he watched Jaimie's ass... that wonderful round firm ass.... sauntered away.&nbsp; <br><br>He caught up to her and positioned himself to spot her lift.&nbsp; "Yeah I have torn both rotator cuffs in skiing accidents."&nbsp; he smiled.&nbsp; Ummm.... did you just say I was hot?"<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Oblivious</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>25-03-2009, 17:35:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Jaimie laughed, "You sound like you don't believe it, Michael.&nbsp; Damn.&nbsp; Look around you.&nbsp; Look at me.&nbsp; Do you think I'd hang with you if I didn't think you were hot?"&nbsp; She pushed up on the set, letting the bells clink gently together. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Oblivious</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Older And Wiser</strong> on <strong>25-03-2009, 17:42:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Michael's eyes went out of focus.&nbsp; He was not in any position to help her with her set should she need it.&nbsp; The inner horny teenager and the inner ackward fat guy got together and cranked up an enormous erection.&nbsp; Jaimie would not be able to avoid seeing it, given Michael's spotting position over her head.<br><br>&nbsp;
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Oblivious</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>25-03-2009, 19:35:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Jaimie was very intent on her set, cranking out a shaky twelve.&nbsp; She looked up to check to see if Michael was ready to catch things and see if she should move on to number thirteen.&nbsp; She wasn't entirely surprised to see the bulge in his sweatpants, but was sort of surprised to see the size of the bulge.&nbsp; She brought the weights carefully down to her lap. <br><br>"Michael, I seem to have distracted you even further..." she said, not sure if she should take advantage of a guy who'd just mentioned he shouldn't, when it was clear part of him was definitely ready for it. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Oblivious</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Older And Wiser</strong> on <strong>25-03-2009, 20:30:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He looked down at the sly smile on Jaimie's face, brought back to reality.<br><br>"Yeah... well... it is just that I have never been told that before and... umm... well... it is.. stimulating.&nbsp; Very, very stimulating."&nbsp; he blushed in embarrassment when he noticed his sweat pants but added "I am not sure how much control I have over my own body at this point."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Oblivious</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>25-03-2009, 20:37:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I can't believe no one has told you how hot you are before...come on.." Jaimie said.&nbsp; "But I can see you like being told your hot...and," she added, "If you want your body to take control, I'd be happy to let it."&nbsp; She stood up and turned toward him.&nbsp; Dropping her voice to a whisper she said, "I like what I see and I want it...don't you?"&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Oblivious</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Older And Wiser</strong> on <strong>26-03-2009, 02:28:53</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				His inner adult's cries of "You'll regret it!"&nbsp; were drowned by the internal horny teenager and the internal akward fat guy.&nbsp; "FUCK YEAH!"&nbsp; <br><br>"Jesus."&nbsp; he said.&nbsp; "If I could fuck you right here on this bench right now, I would."&nbsp; he stuttered.&nbsp; "But..."&nbsp; he twisted at his wedding ring...<br><br>"Fuck it"&nbsp; he thought.<br><br>"Yeah, I do really like what I see and I really want it, right now."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Oblivious</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>26-03-2009, 23:49:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Jaimie felt the warmth that had building during the workout spread more fully across her and the wetness between her legs began to spread.&nbsp; She was glad she was wearing black shorts.&nbsp; She looked around quickly and, seeing no one very nearby said, "Well...there's a family locker room by the pool...we could sneak in there...or...we could just jog to my apartment and have fun there...it's only a quarter mile away..."&nbsp; <br><br>She smiled, "I have all of those toys from the Wilson case....ever been handcuffed to a bed, Michael?"&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Oblivious</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Older And Wiser</strong> on <strong>29-03-2009, 23:25:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				A small voice in the back of his head kept telling Michael he would regret it.&nbsp; The inner horny teenager and ackward fat guy, however drowned it out.&nbsp; For the first time in a long time, Michael knew he could fuck again and again.&nbsp; Between his excitement and the testosterone supplements it was like he was 19 again.&nbsp; <br><br>"I've never been handcuffed... but .... I am not sure I can choose.... they are both so... tempting.&nbsp; It would be good to try both, wouldn't it?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Oblivious</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>31-03-2009, 00:45:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Jaimie tilted her head to one side and said,"Indeed it would...I'll tell you what, Michael.&nbsp; There're two family bathrooms near the pool.&nbsp; I'll be in the one closest to the pool. Give me a full thirty seconds before you follow me, though."&nbsp; She walked away as if they had just finished their last set and were done for the evening. <br><br>Jaimie opened the door to the bathroom and slipped in.&nbsp; Family bathrooms were hardly needed at this time of night as few people were around here with kids.&nbsp; She slipped in unnoticed by staff and held the door open an inch, peeking out and waiting for Michael to follow.&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Oblivious</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Older And Wiser</strong> on <strong>31-03-2009, 00:59:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				What followed was the longest 30 seconds of his life.&nbsp; The inner horny teenager chanted "Is it time yet?" over and over.&nbsp; He tried to look like he was doing a few casual stretches before finishing off.&nbsp; He felt like every eye in the gym was on him.&nbsp; <br><br>He saw that exactly 30 seconds had passed and he headed for the family rooms.&nbsp; His nerves caused him to enter the wrong one at first, but he spied Jaimie through the crack she had left in the door.&nbsp; He entered, not knowing what to expect.&nbsp; He wanted to ravish her... just throw her on top of the sink and fuck her hard, but he was also nervous.&nbsp; He had never been with another woman since he had gotten married.... well there was that conference in Vegas, but he had been drunk and she had been a pro.&nbsp; Anyway, this was different and he did not know how to act.<br><br>He looked at Jaimie, desperate for a clue.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Oblivious</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>31-03-2009, 01:07:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Jaimie grabbed him by the front of his shirt and swung him into the room, slamming the door shut with her ass and locking the lock tightly before pulling him toward her.&nbsp; She linked her arms around the back of his neck and pushed her hungry lips against his, pushing her body into his.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Oblivious</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Older And Wiser</strong> on <strong>31-03-2009, 01:27:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Michael responded immediatly, pushing his tongue into her mouth while pressing his hardness into her thigh.&nbsp; He fumbled with her shorts, reaching inside them to touch her in her most sensative areas.&nbsp; He slipped his hand in and found her clit, already swollen.&nbsp; He played iwth it. making small circles with his fingers to pleasure her.&nbsp; With his other hand he gabbed first her ass, then her breasts then her hair.&nbsp; His breath came in short gasps as their tongues danced together.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Oblivious</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>31-03-2009, 01:35:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"God..." she said, as he began to push against her clit.&nbsp; She writhed against him, pulling at her sports top and breaking their kiss long enough to rip it off.&nbsp; "I haven't been fucked in four months, Michael," she said pulling at his sweats, her hand reaching inside to finally get a feel of him, hoping the bulge she'd seen was an indication of what she'd find inside.&nbsp; Wrapping her hand around the base of his cock, she groaned in anticipation.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Oblivious</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Older And Wiser</strong> on <strong>31-03-2009, 21:21:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				As much as Michael wanted to plunge iside of her, he could not resist tasting her.&nbsp; Michael knew he was about ready to explode, even before he entered her.&nbsp; He pushed her back so she leaned on the sink and got down on his knees.&nbsp; He pressed his tongue into her pussy hard, licking fast while instering two fingers deep inside her.&nbsp; He tried to anticipate where she would feel the greatest pleasure, on her G spot, or deep inside rubbing on her cervix. He loved the feel of her leg over his back.&nbsp; While he continued with one hand inside her, the pther grabbed her ass, feeling the power of her glutes.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Oblivious</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>31-03-2009, 21:38:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Jaimie linked her legs over his shoulder and leaned back leaning against the sink, scooching down so she hung a little ways off the edge. It had been even longer since someone had done a face dive like that into her pussy.&nbsp; "Oh...god...Yeah..." she said, loving the way his tongue and fingers showed her no mercy.&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Oblivious</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Older And Wiser</strong> on <strong>01-04-2009, 02:10:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Michael kept his pace up, licking as fast and as hard as he could.&nbsp; He could feel her juices on his beard.&nbsp; She tasted wonderful.<br><br>He wsa a generous man, and a generous lover by nature and wanted her to cum.&nbsp; He loved the feeling of power having a woman melt with pleasure under his touch.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Oblivious</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>01-04-2009, 04:45:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Fuck..yes..eat me...god...make me cum, Michael...." Jaime panted out as sue made it last.&nbsp; Truth was she could come any second given his attention, but this was too fucking fun to jet let it rip.&nbsp; Her hands held her up and a foot pulled at his neck.&nbsp; "Make me come like this and I'll do anything you ask to get you off," Jaimie promised.&nbsp; &nbsp;
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Oblivious</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Older And Wiser</strong> on <strong>01-04-2009, 16:55:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				That was enough for Michael.&nbsp; He plunged his face into her pussy, lapping her clit.&nbsp; He pushed one finger in, then a second finger, pressing against her G spot.&nbsp; Her sounds of pleasure egged him on.&nbsp; He loved the scent of her, and the feeling of her wetness on his beard.&nbsp; With his other hand he played with her ass, pressing gently against it.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Oblivious</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>01-04-2009, 19:52:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Jaimie bit her lower lip to remind herself to keep the noises to a minimum.&nbsp; She didn't want anyone outside the locker room to hear her, and she was normally one of those women who let loose and made all sorts of noises when she had sex.<br><br>She forced her voice to a low sort of keening as she came...Michael's efforts were well worth it in the end, his hitting her in all the pertinent spots brought her off faster than her favorite vibrator.&nbsp; She came hard, pushing up against the face that was already plastered against her pussy.&nbsp; "God...god....god..." she chanted as she hit the height of it with her juices flooding out of her.&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Oblivious</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Older And Wiser</strong> on <strong>02-04-2009, 19:56:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Michael had to have her.&nbsp; Even before she finished her chanting of God! God! God! he had stood and slid his hardness into her as she leaned against the sink.&nbsp; Biting her tits and thrusting fast he knew he would not last long this time.&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Oblivious</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>04-04-2009, 19:44:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Jaimie threw her head back with a welcoming groan.&nbsp; It felt so good to have warm hot flesh between her legs again.&nbsp; She lifted her head and rubbed her chin lovingly against the top of his head.&nbsp; "Oh...god...Michael...You feel...so...fucking...good..."<br><br>She could sense his eagerness and desire to just let go.&nbsp; She&nbsp; shifted so her weight was supported by her upper arms almost entirely and let her legs move up and over his shoulders to give him a deeper fuck.&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Oblivious</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Older And Wiser</strong> on <strong>06-04-2009, 16:27:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				That movemement was too much for Michael.&nbsp; He shot a load into Jaimie hard, but pressed her back against the sink out of fear of dropping her, or just collapsing himself.<br><br>His breath came in almost a bark of pleasure.&nbsp; "Oh Fuck!""&nbsp; Anyone outside the door would have heard it.&nbsp; he shuddered with his orgasm.&nbsp; He had not cum like this in a very long time.<br><br>Finnally leaning against the sink and Jaimie he muttered.&nbsp; "That was great."&nbsp; he kissed her deeply.&nbsp; "I could go for more.&nbsp; What were you saying about the handcuffs?"<br><br>He smiled.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Oblivious</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>09-04-2009, 22:19:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Jaimie pressed against him as he came, laughing at his outburst.&nbsp; She was pretty sure no one was within earshot, but even then, she hardly cared.&nbsp; It was a hot fuck, and she was enjoying every second of it.<br><br>She kissed him back, gently undulating her hips against his.&nbsp; "More...?&nbsp; Oh, I was hoping there would be more...I only live a few blocks from here...Want to follow me home?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Oblivious</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Older And Wiser</strong> on <strong>10-04-2009, 01:38:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Perfect." Michael gasped.&nbsp; "Let's shower and change.&nbsp; The look of you in that outfit you had on today made me pretty hot."<br><br>He raced into the locker room to change quickly.&nbsp; The guy next to him gave a sniff and a puzzled look.&nbsp; He could smell the scent of Jaimie's juices on Michael.&nbsp; He threw on his clothes and exited the locker room, waiting a few minutes for Jaimie in the lobby.&nbsp; His erection twitched in&nbsp; anticipation.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Oblivious</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>10-04-2009, 01:51:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Jaimie found Michael in the lobby ready to go and still eager seeming. "My apartment's this way, " she said, heading out the door.&nbsp; "I love living between work and the gym.&nbsp; I don't own a car...walk everywhere." <br><br>She led him through the streets until they reached a modern and well finished apartment building.&nbsp; The security guard at the door looked at Michael with interest but said nothing as Jaimie ran her card through the slot on the elevator.&nbsp; No one got up who wasn't supposed to.&nbsp; The elevator sped up to the top floor.&nbsp; <br><br>"My dad is filthy rich...couldn't stand to see me in an apartment I could actually afford on my own," she said as they stepped into the penthouse apartment.&nbsp; Huge windows opened onto incredible views of the mountains. <br><br>"Want a drink? Or do you just want to get right to trying out those handcuffs?" she asked.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Oblivious</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Older And Wiser</strong> on <strong>13-04-2009, 01:14:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				On seeing himself eyed by a doorman and noticing security cameras Michael gulped.&nbsp; He knew enough lawyers who had gotten raked over the coals in divorce cases by just such devices.&nbsp; "What am I doing?"&nbsp; he thought.&nbsp; Then he looked at Jaimie's legs and ass and knew exactly what he was doing.&nbsp; His cock twitched.&nbsp; <br><br>"Wine would be great."&nbsp; he said.&nbsp; Some liquid courage would not hurt.&nbsp; "But the handcuffs would be fine too.&nbsp; Whichever you prefer."<br><br>Michael hoped she would tease him for a bit.&nbsp; Teasing always made things so much better for both.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Oblivious</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>20-04-2009, 23:31:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Jamie opened a chilled bottle of wine and poured it into two glasses.&nbsp; It was a decent Chardonnay she'd picked up on her last trip through the wine country in France.&nbsp; Not two sweet, a little spicy almost even.&nbsp; She set a glass in front of him and said, "I wouldn't mind a little more time to recover from our last...set."&nbsp; Her lips curled up in a smile at her bad pun and tilted her head toward the balcony.&nbsp; IT was a warm evening, and the view from her condo was pretty amazing.&nbsp; <br><br>"I like it out here..." she said, raising her glass to her lips and taking a long slow sip.&nbsp; "Do you like to have sex outside Michael?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Oblivious</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Older And Wiser</strong> on <strong>21-04-2009, 06:39:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Michael followed her out to the balcony, feeling himself grow excited again as he watched her.<br><br>"That is not something I have ever tried." he said honestly.&nbsp; He sipped the wine and looked her ver again.&nbsp; <br><br>"I am not sure that the handcuffs would work out here."&nbsp; he smiled then moved behind her so that his rising cock brushed on her ass.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Oblivious</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>24-04-2009, 02:18:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She tilted her head to one side..."I wasn't thinking of combing them, but merely wondering about your proclivities.&nbsp; I should be somewhat honest with you Michael...I'm..really into sex."<br><br>She turned her back and leaned over the balcony a bit, giving him a nice view of her shapely ass.&nbsp; "I like it outside, in full view of others...I like to tie up my men and tease them...If there's a toy, I'll be happy to use it.&nbsp; But, I'm also happy to just have a simple fuck occasionally.&nbsp; You know...no toys, just bodies...tongues...hands...cocks.."<br><br>She looked across the way to the next apartment building and found "the loner" as she called him.&nbsp; He had been at his window nearly every evening she'd been at home.&nbsp; His binoculars had glinted one night and she had caught him looking through the windows on her side of the building.&nbsp; <br><br>"See the guy in the building opposite?&nbsp; He's in the second window to the left, one level up from ours here..."&nbsp; she had turned her back to the railing and leaned against it casually.&nbsp; "I let him watch me masturbate out here last night.&nbsp; I knew he was watching, and I thought of fucking you while I spread my legs wide to his binoculars."&nbsp; <br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Oblivious</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Older And Wiser</strong> on <strong>24-04-2009, 03:11:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Well this is definitly NOT my wife."&nbsp; Michael thought.<br><br>"I must say I have never met anyone quite like you." he said.&nbsp; "I do not know too may women who are so open about sex and so... into it.&nbsp; I know way too many good Christian girls I guess."<br><br>He paused for a minute.&nbsp; "All this iss pretty experimental for me.&nbsp; I can not imaginge anyone wanting to look at my body, frankly.&nbsp; Though before tonight I never thought anyone would say I was hot."&nbsp; He gulped some wine.&nbsp; "I think after another glass of this, all inhibitions are off.&nbsp; Exhibitionism, or bondage, or both would be good.&nbsp; You could always give me a body shot..." he joked.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Oblivious</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>24-04-2009, 21:15:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Hmmm..." she said, "glad to hear you aren't afraid of me."&nbsp; She walked back past him into the kitchen.&nbsp; She grabbed a lime and cut it into wedges, a bottle of Tequila, a shot glass and some salt.&nbsp; Coming back out onto the patio she said, "Let's mess with him a bit, eh?"&nbsp; <br><br>She put the things on the sturdy table and took off her clothing.&nbsp; "Why don't you start with here..." she said laying back on the table and pointing toward her belly button.&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Oblivious</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Older And Wiser</strong> on <strong>26-04-2009, 23:53:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Haven't done this since law school." he said.&nbsp; &nbsp;Jaimie looked so hot stretched out in her bra, panties and thigh hi stockings.&nbsp; He ignored the voyeur and licked around her breasts, then sprinkled the moist spots with salt.&nbsp; He poured a shot of tequilla into her belly button, then another shot into her mouth and fed her a lime wedge.&nbsp; He licked off the salt and sucked out the tequilla then removed the lime wedge from her mouth with a kiss.<br><br>"MMMM... not bad"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Oblivious</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>30-04-2009, 22:12:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Jaimie&nbsp; swallowed the tequila he fave her and then sunk her teeth into the lime wedge.&nbsp; As he drank the booze out of her belly button, she shivered a little bit at the tickling sensation.&nbsp; After he took the lime wedge out of her mouth she licked her lips and wiggled her hips.&nbsp; <br><br>"Okay, one more...I can't get drunk tonight...just..one more...this time drink it from my pussy..."&nbsp; she said, tilting her hips up a little bit for him.&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Oblivious</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Older And Wiser</strong> on <strong>01-05-2009, 02:58:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"How the fuck do I do that?!?!?!"<br><br>Michael fed Jaimie another shot while he considered the question, then opted to let let the tequilla pour over her clit while he lapped it up.&nbsp; He was not sure that gynecological tequilla would be all that pleasurable for her.&nbsp; After the shot was done, he continued to lick, loving the feel of her legs around his back.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Oblivious</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>01-05-2009, 17:55:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Jaimie groaned loudly as Michael lapped at her clit, the cool Tequila contrasted nicely with his hot tongue.&nbsp; "Oh God..Go get some ice..." she said, "Have you ever put your cock in an iced pussy?"&nbsp; &nbsp;Jaimie hadn't thought of that sensation in a long time, but suddenly she was craving it.&nbsp; The contrast of cold and hot always sent her spinning out of control.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Oblivious</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Older And Wiser</strong> on <strong>06-05-2009, 06:57:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Michael ducked into the kitchen and grabbed some ice from the freezer.&nbsp; He placed a cube in his mouth to get his tongue good and cold.&nbsp; In the meantime he teased her nipples with another cube, the traced it down her stomach and sliding it inside her.&nbsp; He used his cold tongue on her clit, lapping it fast while fucking her with the rapidly melting ice cube.<br><br>The guy across the way was getting quite a show
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Oblivious</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>07-05-2009, 02:01:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Jaimie groaned loudly and let her head fall back to the table as he started with the ice.&nbsp; It was a pleasantly cold burn and Michael's teasing had her so ready she thought she might pass out.&nbsp; The liquor hit her head at about the same time and made her burn all the more. <br><br>She lasted until she felt like she'd be numb with cold any moment and said, "Fuck me Michael..." She knew the contrast in temperatures would plunge her into an ecstatic and blissful orgasm.&nbsp; <br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Oblivious</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Older And Wiser</strong> on <strong>08-05-2009, 02:58:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Gladly"<br><br>He threw her legs over his shoulders and plunged his cock into her.&nbsp; The feeling of cold, wet and excitement drove him wild and he pounded her hard, thrusting as deep as he could, and not caring that the voyeur was watching him the entire time.<br><br>"So long as this does not end up on some internet site."&nbsp; He thought.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Oblivious</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>11-05-2009, 17:30:33</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Michael's cock felt like a hot poker filling her up.&nbsp; Jaimie groaned and threw her head back at the delicious contrast of hot and cold.&nbsp; She lifted her legs up so she could feel him plunge deeper and further into her.&nbsp; &nbsp;The temperature difference would only last a while before the heat of his cock nullified the coldness inside, but Jaimie relished the momentary sensations. <br><br>"I love your cock, Michael..." she shouted, not caring whether the people in the apartments nearby could hear her or not.&nbsp; She didn't want to stop fucking the guy she was with until she collapsed from sheer and utter exhaustion.&nbsp; <br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Oblivious</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Older And Wiser</strong> on <strong>18-05-2009, 23:54:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He pounded into her, quickening his pace while a finger probed for her clit.&nbsp; He flt the hardness and began to massage it.&nbsp; He wanted her screaming with pleasure on his cock.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Oblivious</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>19-05-2009, 00:37:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				A balding head appeared from the balcony above and Jamie realized that her neighbor above could see Michael's back but not his face.&nbsp; She pulled his head closer to her and said, "Fuck...don't look up...whatever you do..."&nbsp; She laughed and laid back on the table knowing the guy above wouldn't likely recognize her or Michael outside of the building, but no need to take chances.&nbsp; <br><br>She winked at her neighbor and spurred Michael on, choosing to leave out his name just in case.&nbsp; "God...I love to be fucked hard like this.."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Oblivious</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Older And Wiser</strong> on <strong>26-05-2009, 16:01:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Michael had thought too much about Jaimie's gorgeous butt, and he wanted to see it as he fuckedd her.&nbsp; He withdrew and pickedd her up, turning her over so she was standing and bent over the table.&nbsp; He entered her wet pussy from behind, slapping her ass playfully.&nbsp; "Fuck that looks so hot!&nbsp; So Sexy!"&nbsp; he moaned.&nbsp; Part of him knew that people could see, and someone would probably have a video of this on you tube within an hour, but he did not care.&nbsp; He reached around Jaimie to play with her tits and urged her on.<br><br>"Play with your clit!" he said
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Oblivious</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>26-05-2009, 21:46:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Jaimie's hand dropped to her clit in easy compliance.&nbsp; She fingered herself and occasionally reached her hand farther back to grab at his balls as he fucked her from behind.&nbsp; She looked over at the regular voyeur and smiled seeing that he had his hand in his sweat pants and the motion that showed he was jerking off to watching them fuck.&nbsp; <br><br>She moaned loudly as she felt the need to come&nbsp; hit her hard and fast.&nbsp; She'd never been so wreckless and out in the open like this with a married man before.&nbsp; She couldn't help but wonder if that was part of the turn on for her.&nbsp; But, she didn't wonder about it long.&nbsp; She was enjoying this way to much for that.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Oblivious</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Older And Wiser</strong> on <strong>01-06-2009, 19:13:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Michael slapped Jaimie's ass playfully.&nbsp; That was something he loved and his wife never let him do.&nbsp; She would never had gone for something this exposed to the world, either.&nbsp; The thoughts of being this bad heightened his pleasure and Jaimie's fingers massaging his balls had him very close to the edge.<br><br>He let out a low groan of pleasure as he attempted to hold back the load building in his cock, screaming for release.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Oblivious</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>03-06-2009, 22:29:33</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Jaimie laughed and said,"Go ahead...slap some more..make my ass nice and pink..."&nbsp; The tingles across her ass added that much more sensations to his cock ramming into her. "You are so hot, ...I could fuck you all night.."<br><br>
			</dd>
		</dl>
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