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Sparring partner - Intro
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Sparring partner - Intro Ok this is just kind of the build up and looking for feedback (to long, to boring, just right not enough character development etc etc). Like most of the stuff I post its a first draft so please pardon any spelling/grammer mistakes (but feel free to point them out). I wll continue to work on /finish the story to post later but wanted to get some honest opinions. Thank you. He cursed work keeping him so late. What fucking brainiac schedules a three hour meeting at 5 o’clock all to review the same stuff we’ve been talking about for the past two weeks. It all could have waited till tomorrow but Phil had to be mister bigshot look at me even though I have no idea what is actually happening. Eric took a deep breath trying not to scream at the frivolity of it all. Muttering what a tool Phil was he packed up and headed to his car. It’s eight, I won’t even make it to the gym and be working out till 8:30 and it closes at nine. I should just skip it. I should just go home finish off those last two slices of pepperoni, heck will have an apple and will skip the beer tonight that should balance out right. Damn it I hate working out but dammit if I am not four pounds from hitting the mark. Eric paused for a moment with the key in the ignition as he wrestled where to go. Dammit I will feel better if I go and will make me burn off some of this frustration from Phil, god he’s such a tool. Eric’s shoulders slumped as he started the car, ok to the gym it is. The gym parking lot only had a few cars in it, so finding a decent spot wasn’t hard. Grabbing his duffel bag, Eric hurried inside and checked his watch, 8:24pm. His mind still trying to decompress from the long day tried to find the silver lining that while thirty minutes isn’t his full forty-five, it was better than nothing. His eyes could help but be drawn to her. There she was stretching in the ring. He couldn’t help but look at her. Every guy in the gym knew who Jessica was and knew she was out everyone's league. She had that body that seemed like it should be walking the red carpet at some Hollywood function. Some form fitting shimmering full length gown that hugged her curves like an italian race car does the road. That sort of dress that was a complete tease by showing the beauty and assets God had bestowed yet had a vintage,refined class. He could picture her bare leg offering a peek through the long slit up...His head snapped back to the task at hand. The drill instructor in his head shouting out at him to get dressed and do the workout before the gym closed. He chuckled at the thought of a little R Lee Ermey in his head. “What do you think you are doing maggot. Get dressed and get out there. You don’t have time for some mamby-pamby girl you have no shot at. Now GO! Move it! Move it! Move it! Some time today maggot!” Eric mused and wondered why did he get stuck with R Lee Ermey in his head instead of Jiminy Cricket. Eric quickly changed, all to happy to peel off the oxford and throw on a comfy tshirt. He picked up his MP3 player, put his earbuds in, fired up his playlist, and went to work. He hated arms day but he stretched and quickly zoned out to the work and the music.2Cellos strumming AC/DC was enough energy and warm up before 80’s hair bands and the real AC/DC and Metallica kicked to push him through his last sets. He pushed out a quick set of ten reps. Everyone and everything around him was gone as he focused on his breathing as AC/DC blasted in his ears. Pull and exhale, pull and exhale repeated over and over. His eyes were open but he didn’t see anything, they had a razor sharp edge as his vision focused inward. A quick movement in his peripheral vision instinctively snapped him out his isolated world. He kept pulling the bar down, exhaling as it went. Yet now his eyes saw her. She moved very well in the ring and those skin tight yoga pants were a distraction in of itself. He continued his routine as he watched her. Why did she have to wear that turquoise top that was basically a sports bra over her sports bra. She was definitely blessed and though he couldn’t see it from his spot, he had peeked enough times to know just imagine how mouth watering her<b> cleavage </font></b>was. The white hot poker shoved down through his shoulder quickly snapped him back to reality. He had broken form and he had to clench his teeth as he finished the rep. He cursed himself for not focusing and letting himself get hurt and for basically objectifying this beautiful lady he had never officially met. He stood up and stretched trying to soothe his shoulder and back. He realized it must be close to closing time because there was no one left in the weight section. He convinced himself had to work through the periodic twinges of pain in order to relax and strengthen the muscles around the pain. A few quick reps with the kettlebells and he would call it a night. He gnashed down on his teeth and pushed through a few sets with the kettlebells despite the eight inch metal splinter someone kept trying to shove under his shoulder blade when he moved just so. Putting down the kettlebell Eric knew he was going to be extremely sore and probably over did it. He shouldn’t have continued after he felt that twinge, but what is done is done. After wiping his face with the towel he took a deep breath and started heading towards the locker room. Exhausted and his body cursing him like a old time sailor on shore leave, Eric couldn’t help resist the urge to walk past the ring and get a closer look at her, at Jessica. Jessica was just a vision of everything he had ever fantasized about in his ideal woman. He cursed himself for thinking somethings. Some evolved man I am he chided. Never met her yet simply because she had the face of angel, thighs of a dancer and a nice rack...nice rack who talk like this he thought? Obviously I do he thought to himself. And now I am talking to myself. Nice. His inner dialogue was interrupted when he thought he heard his name. “Eric.” Eric looked around only to Jessica resting her arms on the ropes. His mind was still a few seconds behind in comprehending and the fact she knew his name he wasn’t sure if this was real or some John Hughes style daydream. He half expected her to flip her hair in slow motion and some sappy rock ballad to start playing. Her voice resonated through his haze “Come on, one quick round before they close up.” He had to subtlly shake his head to bring reality back into focus. “Uh no that’s ok.” Trying to play it cool and still politely decline he continued. “Getting my butt kicked by such a beautiful lady may just undo the satisfaction of a decent workout.” “Stop it and get your cute butt in here.” She wasn’t asking so much as stating. This wasn’t the way he had hoped to meet and get to know her but I guess one can’t pass up an opportunity. And did she just say my butt is cute? She knows my name and thinks I have a cute butt or is she just trying get me in there to spar? A nails on the chalkboard shiver ran up his spine as a slight pang of panic crashed into his though. Had she seen him checking her out one of these nights? Was she going to teach me a lesson and literally kick my ass for not being the evolved gentleman I try to be? Again his inner ramblings were cut short. “You do realize, you need to actually get in the ring if we going to do this and before they close up.” There was an undeniable chuckle in her voice. Eric made his way into the ring just as it felt like someone put about thirty pounds of lead into his arms.This was a bad idea and probably a no-win situation but he had to do it. He couldn't refuse her but couldn’t exactly switch into his hyper competitive side either. Eric slipped on the head gear and gloves, thinking to himself if stuff we will see if all that morning tai chi workout tape and the Aikido classes are any good. Right now he was glad he had chosen Aikido, maybe he could block and keep her at bay without having to hit her. Be aggressively reactive and tire her out.He had watched her a few times in the ring and like everything else about her she was great. She was smart and calculated with her strikes. Aggressive but controlled and precise. It was going to be a delicate balance of being reactive yet trying to keep her off balance. What on earth was he doing. This wasn’t exactly how he had ever dreamed of spending time close to her. Tightening the strap around his wrist securing the glove in place he gave a heavy sigh, cursed he was doing this. “Ok am ready.” The touched gloves and she wasted no time going on the offensive. She unleashed two quick jabs to try and push him back, but luckily Eric was expecting her next move. He ducked down and thrust his left hand out till the heel of his palm slammed against her thigh as she was bringing it forward to plant and pivot into a roundhouse. The force of his hand broke her balance sending her leg backwards toppling her center of gravity forward so she was all but falling onto him. Quickly dropping his hips and rushing forward he lifted her off her feet taking several steps towards the ropes and stopping and holding her over his shoulders like a sack of potatoes. He eased her down and stepped back. She smiled a devilish smile like she knew something he didn’t and nodded, saying she was ready to start again. She set off a flurry quick jabs and kicks. Luckily he was able to keep pace with slight skating side steps like an ice hockey defenceman skating backwards defending a 3 on 2 break. Each attack Jessica threw, Eric was able to deflect them to the side and he was able to keep to one side of her center line reducing the spots she could potentially land a blow. She kept coming at him and was backing him towards the ropes even if she couldnt quite seem to direct him to the corner. Every time he had to deflect he blows his arms got heavier. It was harder and harder to keep his fists up.With one dramatic side step he was able to use her forward motion against her and channeled her momentum to send her into the ropes. The giant metal sliver in his shoulder had grown and now radiated now his spine. As long as he kept moving, blocking and deflecting he would be ok. For several of her flurried attacks he was able to plant and send her to the other end of the ring or into the ropes. With each passing moment it felt like his gloves became heavier and heavier kettlebells and was only able to lift them to his diaphragm. She threw a body shot the he was easily able to deflect to the side, but this time she used his own counter against him. Expecting the deflection she had planted her back foot and used the moment of the deflection to pivot and she landed a firm backhand to his temple. While the helmet protected him it still disoriented him. But that didn’t matter anyway because she kept her own moment and pivoted the 360 degrees and performed a textbook leg sweep sending Eric down like a tall pine in the before a lumberjack.He felt her on him even before he could open his eyes. Jessica was straddling his stomach and was in position to start landing blows at will. Eric blinked rapidly trying to refocus his eyes and vision and all he could first make out was the red of her hair, turquoise of her top and the white of the ceiling behind her. She held her hand to the side of his face as his eyes continued to dilate and recover. “Ok! ok ok! I submit you got me!” he chuckled. “Nice move. Now I am bruised as bad as my ego” he continued to laugh. He had to keep smiling and laughing to keep the pain away. She leaned down so she was just inches from his face. Jessica made sure he had nowhere to look but at here. “Thats what you get when you hold back with me Eric.” She was as serious as a proverbial heart attack but there was a playful smile in her eyes. A few rogue red strands of her hair cascaded down around her face. He was so lost in her face and eyes, the rest of the world didnt really seem to exist. her eyes were as soft as they were fierce. He could just look into her eyes forever. She had a minute scar over her right eye hidden in her eyebrows. That little imperfection some how made her more perfect.Her lips were made to be kisses. The soft lines of her face should be traces daily and memorized. As his senses came to he could feel her, truly feel her on top of him. How her thighs trapped him. How she somehow made sweat sexy in how it rolled down her skin. He didn't look, but like any guy he could just sense the very top of her<b> cleavage </font></b>peeking out from behind her top. He could literally feel how her body moved with each and every breath. Her eyes studied his as they laid there quietly for several movie moments. Noone is perfect but he could just sense she was his kind of perfect and maybe, just maybe he could be perfect enough for her. The moment was so raw and pure. She was somehow even sexier and more beautiful than when he stepped into the ring. She was on him and his body betrayed him. He couldn’t stop the nearly automatic response of being aroused. He tried not to panic and started to lean forward as to non verbally ask her to get up, but there was no denying she felt what he had feared she did. “No no no you aren’t getting away that easily. Winner gets to ask a few questions.” Eric was desperate for this moment to be over, but Jessica was going to savor it. “So why have you never asked me for coffee Eric?” “I...I… well didn’t think you even knew who I was and didn't want to be like every other guy here hitting on you when they obviously weren’t worthy.” “Weren’t worthy huh? How were they unworthy? Am I the unworthy one? What you don't think I am attractive?” Jessica deliberately rocked back and forth over the very hard bulge in his shorts. “Sure seems like you think I am at least a little bit sexy. Do you think I am sexy.” “No...I mean of course… I mean....you are super sexy...I” Eric tried sitting up again only to have Jessica put her hands on his shoulder practically pinning him to the ring floor “What I... Eric took a deep breath trying to think of the words to say only to have his brain lagging behind. “Sexy and beautiful yes….I mean...what I mean is….” His words sputtered like a dry throat cough. Jessica had a hard time not smiling at how cute it was to see him blushing and at a complete loss of words. She was like a cat playing with a mouse it had just captured. Eric cleared his throat in an effort to stall for his brain to catch up with his mouth. “All I mean is I know lots of the guys around the gym have or want to hit on you and and they just don’t seem to live up to what you deserve. They see the beautiful sexy trophy not the amazing woman and business owner who happens to be very beautiful. You should have whatever you want and who ever makes you happy is all I meant. No disrespect meant.” “Oh no disrespect huh?” Jessica was having a very hard time keeping up the facade but saw it through. She started rocking her hips back and forth over him. I ask for a friendly sparring session and then you get like this.” She rocked over him more and harder till he couldn't stifle the groan. “You don’t think this could be disrespectful?” “Am so sorry I ...I….” Her inner vixen curled up the side of her smile. “To make it up to me the very least you can do is take me to have a decent meal sometime. Long as you stop this passive blocking and defending and man up and ask me. Jessica pivoted off of him and walked to her corner of the ring and grabbed a towel. She wiped off her face and then tossed the towel into Eric’s lap. “Here. You may need this to help with your situation there. Besides one has to prove themselves worthy to ride this ride”. She gave a quick wink over her shoulder and quickly left the ring. He couldn’t see it but she smiled all the way to the ladies locker room. Eric was in a state of disbelief and shock. Was anything that happened tonight real? Hell what the hell just happened? Did he fall asleep and dream it all during that snoozefest of a meeting? She didn't give me her number so I can call and ask her out? Seriously what the hell just happened? With his head pounding and his arms all but falling off his body he rolled himself into a position where he could stand and he made his way to the locker room. The hot shower will help him regain his center so he can process everything, or so he hoped. The throbbing in his shorts interjected that he may need to make it a cold shower instead. |
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nice start, if you would like me to go into editor mode with you then i will. all you have to do is ask 
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I love, LOVE this! The comparison of a woman's body to a fine automobile (I am a car junkie) is ravishing. I love the image of beautiful sensual fabric draping, clinging in constant movement and the spartan yet curvy design of a fast German car that idles at 100. As a musician, the 2Cellos (hot) reference...well...you continue to surprise. I could go on and on, so much substance here. I am humbled as a writer. xoxo Please read my blog The Sapiophiles Sapiogurl
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I will have to try and keep that up lol. And for the record you should never be humbled as a writer what you write is hot direct and intense. I see the Arc De Triumph and blabber on about Paris in the spring, city of lights blah blah blah. Yet you see strip away everything and see Le Penser. Same sight, different vision both effective Become a member to create a blog
