Background:
They were an adoring couple. Both attentive to each other's needs and desires, both willing to enjoy what the other had to offer. They were an attractive couple as well, seemingly hitting the life jackpot. He was a bit taller than l, with a slim stature- not overly-muscular, but clearly fit. Clean-shaven face with light brown hair. She was only a bit shorter, with a thin but curvy physique. Her waves of dark red hair framed her sweet face and bright blue eyes against the backdrop of a light natural tan. Again- DNA jackpot.
I'm not sure how fate brought me to meet them, but meet them I did. I met her first, though I had seen them both many times before in the gym. I tend to work out alone; they were usually not far from each other. I'm not ashamed to say that I always thought they were both very attractive people and in general attractive as a couple.
On a late Sunday afternoon, I had finished up a workout and needed to stop by the grocery store before heading home- not unusual by any means. I only needed a few things, but they were necessary for my workweek ahead. As I gathered all of my grocery needs, I happened to see the woman a few times in the aisles. She was in more normal street clothes, very different from her workout gear, obviously. She wore a casual dress, just tight enough to show off her curves, but thick enough to not reveal the contents. I definitely took notice as her legs were partly on display. They were shown off well- toned, shapely; accentuated by mild heels. I went about my business, not wanting to leer at her in this public setting (partly because it's rude, but partly because it was busy- I didn't want anyone else to think I'm eye-banging fellow customers). I could think about her later if I so desired (and I would). As I finished up my route through the aisles, I headed for the checkout. It was busy and only a couple registers were open. This was an older store and they did not have self-checkouts yet (not that I like those anyway; I'd rather people have a job than save a minute and 20 cents). As it happened, she was in the shortest line at the end, so I headed toward her.
"Why don't you go ahead of me? You only have a few things and I've got a full cart" she suggested.
I looked at the 5 items I had in my hands; "That's very kind of you, Thank you."
She pulled her cart back a bit, and I slid in between.
The line started to move and soon enough, my items were being scanned. As the prices added up, I reached into my pocket and realized in horror: I did not have my wallet! I must have left it in the car, hopefully?
"Crap" I said, clearly a mix of perturbation, embarrassment and distress. "I must have mis-placed my wallet. Can you set these aside and I can run out to my car?" I looked back and realized that wasn't the best option as the line was growing longer.
The teller looked back and saw the line, too. "I can see what I can do..." She trailed off, clearly not too interested in going the extra mile at this point in her shift.
"How much is it?" came a voice that I'd heard just a few minutes ago.
"What?" I countered, "Oh. Uh, fifteen dollars..." probably starting to blush in embarrassment.
"Why don't you just add it to mine? You can pay me back the next time we're at the gym," she said.
"Oh... Geez, I don't know about that. I mean..." I stammered.
"I can trust you can't I? I mean, it's only fifteen dollars, but I can trust you to pay me back?"
"I... well... yeah, of course. It's just..."
"Then it's a done deal" she interrupted. "But you'll need to help me bag my things too."
"Oh. Of course. Yes." I said, finally accepting my luck.
As I bagged our groceries separately, I realized that the exchange revealed she had recognized me from the gym. Flattered though I was, I reminded myself that she worked out with who I assume was her husband/partner. I let go of the thought, finished packing groceries, and helped her to her car.
"So I can trust you, right?" she asked again, while looking through her purse.
"Of course. Next time I see you I will have cash for you."
"I may not be at the gym for a few weeks, so I'm going to give you this," She said, handing me a business card. "Email me later and we can figure out the details."
"Certainly," I said, taking the card, looking at it, "Sarah."
"That's me."
"I promise I'll email you as soon as I get home" (a smartphone was not in my possessions at that point- I've generally resisted too much connectivity), "Let me give you my info."
"That's okay, you said I can trust you. And so I will. Enjoy your groceries." And with that she closed the trunk of her car and turned to go.
"I'm Adam.. By the way." I started, feeling foolish that my name wasn't one of the first things I'd offered.
"Nice to meet you. Adam." She said with a smile, then got in her car, and started off. I was left in a bewildered state at this act of kindness.
Soon I recovered again, made my way to my car and headed to find my wallet. I had foolishly left it at home. Once I recovered my billfold, I took out a $20 bill and stuffed it in my gym bag so it would be set and ready for repayment.
I pulled her business card; she worked for a small design company, and dutifully sent her an email to assure her that I would have cash in my gym bag ready to repay her as soon as I saw her.
At the end of the evening, I settled into bed and thought about my day. The thing that kept coming back was how Sarah remembered me from the gym. I mean, I remembered her. I also remembered the man she worked out with who I assumed was her partner. I know I recall a number of members of my gym who I see there often, but I wouldn't think that an attached woman would remember me. Heck, I didn't think a single woman would remember me from the gym. I mean; I'm not a slob or out of shape (actually, I was feeling pretty good about my current physique lately- 160lbs, low fat percentage, squat a lot and quite honestly, had- and still have- a pretty magnificent ass if you're into such things), but there are plenty of in-shape guys at the gym- bigger, stronger, leaner, fitter- and plenty I would consider more handsome than I.
But she specifically remembered me, and that was all the encouragement that I needed for my late-night fantasy. I imagined Sarah finishing up a workout, still wearing her yoga/sweat pants and a sports bra, and walking to me to ask for a ride. Once at her home, I imagined her leading me up to her door by pulling the waistband of my own work-out pants. Once at her door, she felt it close enough and yanked my pants down, grabbed my dick and latched her lips around the tip, immediately sucking with a fervor. This quickly aroused my actual penis to a strong erection. She continued to suck my cock in the afternoon sun on her porch in my mind until my actual climax reached its satisfying conclusion, bursting in a few thick spurts of heavy white cum. Thus ended my evening fantasy.
But that was just a fantasy. Nothing like that would take place in reality.
The Setup:
It took 2 weeks, but the day came that I finally saw the pair again at the gym. I had just started preparing for leg day- every day is kind of leg day, but it was specifically leg day. I saw them walking from the locker rooms, but Sarah did give a quick point and wave, so I knew she saw me when I waved.
They both walked toward me.
"Hi Sarah. I have some cash for you. I really appreciate it."
"I knew I could trust you Adam," she smiled back. "How long have you been here? Can we take care of that after our workout? This is Will, by the way."
"Hi Adam," he said with a pleasant baritone.
