Isobel
“So Ben, what do you like to do in your spare time? Or do you devote all your time to training and teaching? I mean these arms are impressive,” I said, running my hand over his right bicep. He was in a black fitted T, a pair of dark blue jeans and black Nikes. He looked really good, his pants molded to his thighs and he had a very impressive bulge. I wonder how much bigger I can make it?
“Well, I take long rides on my Indian up and down the coast. I like to fish, and relax with a good book.”
“Mhmm, and are you seeing anyone?”
He smirked at me, “No, are you?”
“The only man I want to see is the one right in front of me,” I said. I wasn’t going to beat around the bush, I wanted this man.
“Is that so,” he said.
“It is.”
“And you don’t think I’m too old for you?”
“Not at all
