Chapter 1: Introduction
Ellen's athletic form bounced as she knocked on the door. I stood on the other side, still admiring her perky ass through the glass pane. She wore her usual sports bra with tight yoga pants that left little to the imagination. I mean, I was a guy after all, and if things were different, I'd be one lucky SOB today.
The doorbell rang. "Coming!" I called out, tearing my gaze away from Ellen to hustle down the hall. I wiped my hands on my jeans before opening the door.
**"Hey, Ellen!"** I greeted her with an overly cheerful tone, trying to mask the mischief brewing beneath my surface. **"Great timing! I was just about to get started on some coffee. Come on in."**
Ellen stepped inside, her locks glistening under the warm sunlight that streamed in through the bay windows. Her eyes followed me across the open-concept space, appreciatively taking in the plush sofas and bookshelves before landing on the yoga mat in the center of the room, along with a matching sports bra and yoga pants on the couch.
She raised an eyebrow at me. **"Oh? So my sweaty yoga gear was that exciting, huh?"** she joked, a flirtatious glint in her eyes.
I rubbed the back of my neck nervously, fighting the urge to avert my gaze. **"Well, any man would be lying if they said they weren't turned on by sweaty, fit women,"** I shot back with a playful grin, trying to maintain my composure.
Ellen chuckled and walked over to the yoga mat, picking up the sports bra and pants. **"It's just collecting dust here,"** she remarked as she draped the items over her arm.
We made small talk as I poured her a cup of coffee. I stared intently at her as she sipped, my heart pounding in my chest. I'd fantasized about Ellen for years, wondering what it would be like to run my hands over her toned body. Being alone in the house with her felt almost surreal.
I tried to focus on the superficial conversation, but my eyes kept straying to Ellen's curves beneath the clinging workout clothes. I could feel the heat between us building, and it was a slow, tantalizing burn.
As she set her coffee mug down on the table, her eyes met mine. There was a sudden intensity behind them, something unspoken. I felt my breath catch in my throat, my pulse quickening.
"So," Ellen said casually, breaking the silence.
"Are you actually going to work out today, or do you just like having the excuse to wear those tight yoga pants?" She winked at me, giving me a cheeky smile that sent shivers down my spine.
"You know me too well," I laughed nervously, trying to shake off the intense feeling building up inside of me. I could feel my face turning red and my hands start to sweat. I crossed my arms over my chest, hoping it would help me maintain some semblance of composure.
**"Meet you out in the living room?"** I suggested, trying to change the subject and subtly move us closer to the open space where we could keep an eye—and hopefully an ear—out for my wife's return.
Ellen raised an eyebrow but nodded, her eyes twinkling with mischief. **"Lead the way, Evan,"** she purred, using my first name in a way that had never occurred to me before. I could feel the heat building in my cheeks and lower.
My hands trembled slightly as I led Ellen into the living room. We settled down on the plush sofa, our thighs touching ever so slightly. I could smell her scent—a mix of lemon verbena and the sweat from her run.
"I appreciate you stopping by," I started, trying to sound as casual as possible, despite my racing heart. "It's been a while since I've seen you."
"Yeah, I've been busy with my teaching schedule, you know how it goes," Ellen replied, her voice subtly lowering.