Post-Divorce Hookup At The Gym

After my recent divorce, I decided to take advantage of an opportunity at work. Sarah, one of my clients who’s in her late twenties and always pushing for that extra workout session, was clearly interested. One day after a particularly intense training session where we were alone, she made it clear with subtle touches and lingering looks that the attraction was mutual. I led us to a private room under the guise of stretching, but once inside, I pulled her close, my hands exploring her body as hers found mine. The heat between us grew rapidly, leading to quick, urgent kisses that soon turned into desperate moans as we undressed each other. Her smooth skin met with my rough stubble, and every touch sent shivers down our spines. We ended up on the floor, wrapped in passion, losing ourselves in a moment that was just about escaping reality.