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My mind is still reeling with his sudden interest in me and the acceleration at which things are progressing. I’ve always been too busy to date seriously. My weight gain and docket attest to it. But a casual relationship with a young, hot trainer?
I’d be a fool to turn him down. It’s been so long since I’ve allowed myself the luxury of such an indulgence. The thought of exploring this chemistry, of seeing where this could go without the pressure of something serious, is liberating.
My palm squeezes the handle to get the cart moving again. He’s tossing food in the basket, claiming they are three shot points, and faking fans cheering for him at the end of the aisle. It’s then that I decide to go all in, not turning back, and the next pass he makes at me, I’m taking action.
When we finally reach the front of the store, I park the scooter and stand, testing my weight on my ankle. It’s sore but manageable. Giovanni is there instantly, his hand at my elbow, ready to support me.
“You good?”
His eyes scan my face for any sign of discomfort.
“Yeah, I’m good,” I assure him, and it’s more than just my ankle I’m referring to. I’m good because this evening has been about laughter, flirting, and a possible romantic connection—all things I need more of.
7
GIOVANNI
The moment Kacie steps into my downtown loft, excitement and anticipation settle in my chest as we drop the groceries on the counter. A part of me is curious to see if she’s as open as I am to exploring what’s between us. Her fierce determination to take her health seriously and the kindheartedness radiating from her make me feel like I can be myself around her. She’s got this blend of career-driven focus and life experience that shapes her into someone who’s both compassionate and patient, qualities I find incredibly appealing.
Kacie’s response to my goofy nature is genuinely refreshing. When I was being a bit silly in the store, she played along instead of rolling her eyes or dismissing me. That spurred me on to raise the stakes. The way she laughs, with its gentle and musical quality, makes me happy. There’s a comfort in her presence, a sense of ease that makes me feel good about myself, better than I usually do, especially with the demands from my family wanting me to go into medicine like my older brother.
They seem unable to grasp why I’m so passionate about health and fitness, bodybuilding, and competing. With both my father and brother being successful doctors, my familyfrequently nudges me toward following in their footsteps. They view my gap year after finishing my bachelor’s degree as merely a hiatus before I inevitably commit to going to medical school.
Dealing with their constant pressure can be challenging, and I feel as though I must justify my passion every time I see them. However, Kacie’s acceptance, even in the early stages of our acquaintance, offers much-needed support. Her understanding and non-judgmental attitude affirm that pursuing my dreams and passions is okay, not just conforming to my family’s expectations.
“Wow, Giovanni, this place is incredible.”
Her gaze sweeps the apartment before it’s drawn to the large windows overlooking the city. Her footsteps are light as she crosses over to them. My apartment is a spacious expanse of modern elegance, the kind of place that I’ve put a lot of myself into. Polished hardwood floors gleam under the soft lighting. Industrial furniture contrasts with contemporary art pieces adorning the walls, splashes of color against my minimalist backdrop.
“It’s a different world up here.” There’s a touch of pride in my voice when I join her. “Part of the hustle and bustle, yet away from it.”
The view from the floor-to-ceiling windows always gets the best reaction. The neon-trimmed city skyline stretches before us. The bustling streets create a lively panoramic view. Buildings lit up against the night sky seem close enough to touch.
“That’s my office over there. I’ve never seen it from this angle.”
Kacie gazes in awe as she points to her brick office building amidst the urban steel and glass jungle, which reminds me why I fell in love with this place. I nod, understanding the allure.
“The view never gets old.”
“It’s so bright and beautiful.”
Her palms press against the glass, taking it all in while I take her all in. The round curves of her full breasts, trimming to a snug waist and flaring back out to wide hips, a generous ass, and thick thighs. All more than a handful that I’d love to grab and squeeze. When discussing her goals at our first session, she mentioned wanting to lose weight to look better. If she were mine, she wouldn’t need to lose weight for appearance. For better health, of course. More stamina for the bedroom, definitely. Something I’m more than happy to work with her on, starting tonight if possible.
“Yeah, it is,” I murmur, unable to resist touching her back. Her shoulders lift in startled surprise, her smile covering her response at my unexpected touch. I honestly can’t help myself. I’ve been itching to touch her more and more as this night progresses. “Ready to dive into some culinary exploration?”
“Lead the way, teacher.”
Teacher.
If she only knew the things that I’d like to teach her. Teach her how to appreciate her body, as I certainly would. How to lay back and receive when I pleasure her orally. How to take my large cock down her throat. How to accept instructions and receive praise in return. Blood is pumping into my cock right now as I think of all the things I could teach her about my preferences. Dropping praise during the workout was a test to see how she’d react. When her face lit up, and she looked away with a secret smile, I knew she’d love what I was into.
I breathe deeply to calm down while turning from the view to the kitchen. The transition from one area to another is seamless, and I wish my thoughts were the same. The kitchen area is open and inviting, with sleek, stainless-steel appliances and a large island that serves as a workspace and a casual dining spot. The countertops are a pristine white, offering a blank slate for ourculinary adventure and a place where I could take her if she is so inclined.
“Alright, where do we start?”
Kacie’s enthusiasm is evident as she surveys the array of ingredients I began unpacking. I read into every word, converting it into a bedroom fantasy. Where would we start? With her naked in front of those windows, letting the world see a beautiful woman getting pleasured from behind. Then, the mirror, to have her watch her body enjoy what it’s receiving. There are so many ways to start deconstructing that insecure view she has of her body.
“Giovanni? You okay? You look bothered.”
