“Another one!” Melanie shouted at me.

“What was wrong with this guy?” Melanie asked.

Melanie had tried to set me up with one of her friends of a friend. The guy was a total jerk because he paid for dinner, which I said we could pay our way, and he had ordered expensive wine, which I didn’t ask for; the jerk thought I would be an easy lay and got mad when I left him high and dry.

“That’s not what he said,” Melanie folded her arms.

“I never told you to set me up with anyone,” I smiled as she stared at me from across the table.

“You are turning forty-two,” Melanie said as if I were about to fall and die from old age tomorrow.

“It would be nice if you were dating someone,” Melanie shrugged. “You are a beautiful woman, with a great body and I am sure some lucky guy would love to date you, before everything starts falling apart.”

“Great now I am an old building?” I laughed.

“No,” Melanie sighed. “Fine, I won’t set you up with anyone, anymore,” she stared at me.

I knew Melanie didn’t mean it. She prided herself on being the neighborhood matchmaker, and I knew I was her next project.

Little did Melanie know I had someone in mind, and things were going very well for the both of us.

The reason I didn’t tell Melanie was because she wouldn’t agree to it, and I would have to hear about all the reasons it was wrong and forbidden.

At first, I thought having that one-time fuck behind the gym with Winston would be just that, something to get our rocks off, and it wouldn’t happen again. Boy, was I wrong?

The very next day after that event, we couldn’t go the whole workout without it turning sexual, pushing my ass against him slightly, or his hands gripping my waist and then my ass.

Before we knew it, we were fucking in the shower, then days later, we were in the office going over my meal plan, and moments later, I was swallowing a load of his cum.

We were like young adults who had just found out how good sex was, but with Winston and I, it was primal; it wasn’t just sex; it was aggressive and rough all the time.

When he fucked me in the shower, my face was pinned down to the tile with his bare foot on the side of my face as he fucked me behind. When I sucked his cock it was being forced down my throat as he held my head down with his legs wrapped around my head.

I had scratched him all over his back and chest, leaving my nail marks all over. I also bit him whenever we fucked. Winston had slapped me and choked me hard. We weren’t playing at all. I had bruises on my arms and legs.

‘Want to go out for dinner?’ a text from Winston.

“Who’s that?” Melanie asked, seeing the smile on my face.

She had seen Winston a couple of times, and she liked how muscular he was and how professionally he talked about his job and his clients.

But I knew Melanie wouldn’t like I was seeing or dating a black man.

“Yes, and I won’t tell you who,” I smiled as I asked for the check.

“I will find out,” Melanie said as we paid for our lunch.

I smiled as I sat down at the lovely restaurant Winston had set up for us.

“This is fancy!” I grinned as I looked around and saw the uptight, rich people staring at us.

I had tried to dress up to look the part, but seeing all the other women in here made me rethink my dress with the plunging neckline.

“I think most of them are jealous,” Winston grinned as he stared at my cleavage.

“I look like a street walker,” I stared at him.

The way Winston stared at me and the way other men and women looked at me excited me.

“I want you,” Winston said as he leaned forward over the table.

“Winston,” I said as the dinner arrived.

“After we finish eating,” Winston smiled. “I am going to fuck you!”

I couldn’t hold in my anticipation. I was getting too excited, and I knew Winston could tell that I wanted him to fuck me. The way my body was reacting as the wait staff member came over and spilled some of the wine as he stared down at my cleavage.

In my youth, I had always been wary of my big tits. I was always made fun of when I was in high school and then college. I was more significant than almost every woman I had met, both students and faculty.

“Meet me in the men’s bathroom,” Winston whispered as he got up.

I walked towards the bathroom and then opened it slightly.

Winston pulled me inside and led me to one of the stalls.

A Good Sweat; Chapter Two: The Restaurant Bathroom

They can barely keep their hands off each other; how will they last the whole date?

“Another one!” Melanie shouted at me.



“What?” I asked.



“What was wrong with this guy?” Melanie asked.



“Nothing,” I shrugged.



A Good Sweat; Chapter Two: The Restaurant Bathroom

They can barely keep their hands off each other; how will they last the whole date?

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