Dinner & Dessert

(The fourth installment in the Lance Sheldon Chronicles)

As Lance walked into the weight room of the gym, he scanned the floor for her. She, Jennifer Eldridge, was a woman with a beautiful smile that matched her warm, caring personality, and amazingly tight, hot body. He had taken notice of her about six months prior. She had her back to him doing bicep curls. When she bent over to pick up a barbell, Lance, seated directly behind her, felt a stirring in his pants. What an amazing ass that girl has, was the thought that came immediately to his head. He was just finishing his own set, when Jennifer walked up to the rack diagonally in front of Lance to rerack her barbell. As she put the barbell back into its rightful place, she looked up to see Lance looking at her and smiled.

"Hi," she said. "Certainly feels like a Monday night, doesn't it?"

"It does indeed," Lance replied, feeling the lump in his pants growing bigger as he took in the full frontal view of one of the tightest bodies he'd ever seen. Trying discretely to cover his most inconvenient bulge, he folded his arms and looked down to avoid making eye contact. "Funny since it's Thursday," he said with an uneasy laugh.

"That's the one thing getting me through my work out tonight; knowing that tomorrow is Friday."

"Gotta love Friday. What are you working tonight?" Lance asked, looking to make conversation and lessen the uneasy feeling. Finishing his question, he looked up to see Jennifer staring at his protrusion. A smile came to her face.

"A.. ah… full body workout for me tonight," she mumbled absentmindedly, as she looked up at Lance's face, the smile replaced by an even keeled serious look. "You?"

"Legs and shoulders," Lance spit out, feeling the slight uneasiness of the moment. "I'm Lance." The statement came out rushed, but Jennifer didn't seem, or act, like she noticed.

"I'm Jennifer. It's nice to meet you. Are you always a night person?"

"For the most part. Once in a while I'll make it in at 5am, but I've had a difficult time getting my butt out of bed lately."

"Being able to get up that early at all is impressive. You'd never find me up that early."

"Well, it looks like the hard work at night is paying off. You look great."

"Thank you very much. You look pretty good yourself. Keep up the good work."

"Thank you very much. I will. I suppose we should get back to it, huh?"

"I suppose we should. Have a great rest of your work out."

"Thank you. You too." Lance smiled, walking over to the next exercise in his routine.

Outside of that initial conversation, Lance and Jennifer would see each other several times a week and make light conversation, but more often, one would look up from their exercise to see the other looking in their direction. On occasion, when Lance would be checking Jennifer out while she was doing one of her hardcore sets, she would look up, see Lance watching her, and smile. As he smiled back, he couldn't help but notice Jennifer's nipples harden beneath her spandex shirt. Once, Lance mentioned possibly attending one of the gym's exercise classes together, and Jennifer seemed to entertain the idea, but neither of the two ever followed up.

He was in luck this night. Knowing Jennifer's usual spot, Lance's glance went right to where Ms. Eldridge was doing some ab work. She finished her set, looked up, and waved. He returned the wave and walked over to her.

"Good evening, Ma'am."

"Good evening, Sir."

"How long have you been here?"

"Only about 20 minutes. What are you working tonight?"

"Biceps, triceps, and abs. You?"

"Legs and back."

"You've only been here for 20 minutes? Running a little late tonight?"

"Yeah. I was at the office till late, and instead of just going home to relax and have dinner, I forced myself into working out."

"Dedication is a great thing. Was a late day for me too. I figured I'd do the same thing: come in and wait to eat, and relax till after my workout."

"Dedication a great thing, huh? Depends on your perspective. I'd rather be home with a glass of red wine and some linguine with garlic and butter sauce, but this will feel good when it's over. Well, if either of us want to get out of here at a decent hour, we both better get to work, Mr. Sheldon. Enjoy your workout."

"Thank you, Ms. Eldridge. You too."

The two went about their workouts, one working out equally as hard as the other, each getting in a traditional stare every so often until, from a distance, Jennifer waved to Lance and made her way out of the weight area headed to the shower.

What I wouldn't give to rock that girl's world, he thought.

* * *

With his workout over, and sweat glistening from his body, Lance grabbed his towel and made his way to the shower.

Standing under the shower, soothing, warm water running over him, Lance's thoughts returned to fantasies of Jennifer. I bet she looks amazing naked. Wonder if she likes having a man go down on her. Bet she gives amazing head. As he stood there lost in naughty thoughts, he began to get harder and harder with each new one that entered his head. Continuing to think about all the things he wanted to do to his hottest acquaintance, Lance's head tilted back, eyes closed, as unconsciously he reached down and started stroking himself, letting out soft moans.

The sound of another shower going on brought him back to reality. He glanced over to his right to see an older man in his early to mid seventies looking Lance up and down. Apparently impressed by Lance's extreme hard-on, the man looked him in the eye and winked. Lance immediately felt himself go flaccid. Finding himself very uncomfortable, he hurriedly washed up, grabbed his towel, and made a beeline for his locker. Lance dressed quickly and left the locker room.

Coming to the building's entrance, he felt his sexual arousals flood his thoughts again. There, sitting on a chair just inside the entrance, was Jennifer.

"Still hungry?" she asked as Lance approached.

"Starving."

"In the mood for Italian? I could really go for some shrimp scampi and a glass of wine. Wanna grab a bite at Little Chianti's?"

"We could do that. It is the best Italian restaurant in town," Lance replied, holding the door for Jennifer. She stood up and walked towards it. "Want me to follow you?"

"We could always take one car and come back to pick up the other one after dinner," Jennifer suggested, and then offered to drive.

Lance agreed. He told her he would be right back. He just needed to put his bag in his truck. Putting his bag in his truck and shutting the door, he turned around to see Jennifer driving up to him. Wow, he thought, as he took in the site of Jennifer's jet black H2 with tinted windows and amazing chrome rims. Before opening the door and climbing in, he looked down at the license plate. Doesn't that fit. "Does that apply to the ride or the driver?" Lance teased, as he sat down and closed the door.

"Some days both," she laughed, "but it's intended for, and more often than not, just the ride."

"Both appear to me to be pretty smoke-n," Lance praised.

"Oh stop," Jennifer giggled.

The two made small talk over the radio as they made their way through town.

* * *

Being that it was almost 9:00 on a Thursday night, not many people were still having dinner, and Lance and Jennifer were seated right away. Jennifer ordered the shrimp scampi and accepted the waitress's suggestion of the house Chianti. Lance ordered his favorite chicken parmesan, and although he only drank occasionally, followed Jennifer's lead and had a glass of the house Chianti.

Dinner went very well on all accounts. The two gym enthusiasts chatted about everything from preferred routines, to childhood, to favorite movies. It was at the end of the meal that things became more interesting.

After they finished their meals and ordered dessert, Jennifer said, "I need to run to the lady's room before they bring dessert." She shimmied out of the booth, Lance's eyes on her the whole way. Once out of the booth and her back turned toward Lance, Jennifer dropped her purse, everything tumbling out of it. His eye's still fixed on the object of so many of his fantasies, Lance watched Jennifer bend over from the waist to pick up her purse and all of its contents. He felt himself go instantly hard when the jean miniskirt Jennifer was wearing, rode up and allowed Lance a view of her tight, little, bare ass, adorned in only a white g-string. The moment seemed to last forever, but was cut short when Jennifer, still bent over, looked back, locked eyes with Lance, and smiled as she stood up. She put her purse on her shoulder and made her way to the restroom. Lance swallowed hard. Oh man. I am completely busted. The feeling of guilt quickly disappeared as this new image of Jennifer Eldridge caused Lance to be completely engulfed in naughty thoughts, and completely oblivious to the waitress setting down the mint brownie pie in front of him.

"Will that be all, Sir?"

"Huh?" Lance mumbled, looking up and seeing the waitress's face come into view.

"Would you like the check now, Sir?"

"Oh. Yes, please."

"There you go, Sir, and you have a good night."

"Ah….you…too…thank you," Lance stuttered, struggling to focus on the interaction at hand.

As the waitress walked away, he saw Jennifer coming across the room with a smile. Instead of sitting across from Lance as she did at dinner, she slid into the booth next to him. Leaning into him and putting a hand on his still rather swollen manhood, Jennifer whispered in his ear, "This looks familiar. Happy to see me, are you? Why don't we take this dessert to go?"

"Oh…um…ah…ok, I guess," Lance said, barely audible. He pulled out his wallet and fumbled with the money, before Jennifer grabbed his arm, pulling him up from the table, and leading him out of the restaurant, leaving the dessert still sitting on the table.

Getting into the H2, both were silent. The silence lasted until the truck came to an intersection where Jennifer turned left.

"Um, the gym is right," Lance pointed out.

"I know. I'm just taking a shortcut."

Thoroughly confused with what was happening, Lance just stayed quiet.

A few minutes later, the Hummer pulled into a driveway. "I thought we could have our dessert before we call it a night," Jennifer explained.

"I guess we could do that," Lance agreed, still unaware that the dessert they ordered was never taken off the table. "Wow, what a beautiful house!"

"Thank you," Jennifer replied, unlocking the door and stepping into the house. She pulled Lance close to her and kissed him passionately. "Now about the dessert. Why don't you have a seat on the couch while I get it ready.

"Oh, I can do that," Lance confirmed, as he sat back on the couch.

With that, Jennifer unbuttoned her blouse and let it fall to the floor, revealing her beautiful, perky breasts, cleavage amplified by the bra she was wearing that pushed them together. Next, she removed the bra, exposing the most amazing breasts Lance had ever seen. The gorgeous, little nipples that were completely erect, made them look even more appealing.

Not sure if he could stand much more, Lance moaned softly.

"You like what you see, huh? Well, is this ok?" Jennifer cooed, as she turned around, unbuttoned her skirt, bent over and pulled it off. Lance, feeling himself grow to a level of hardness seldom reached, moaned louder.

"Baby, are you ok?" Jennifer asked, bending over and kissing her new lover. "We'll have to help you with this," she said reaching down, unbuttoning his pants, and pulling them down to his ankles. As she bent down onto her knees, she admitted, "You have a great cock." The end of her sentence barely made it out of her mouth before she leaned over and took Lance's meat in her hand, kissing its head with her lips. As she swallowed a good portion Lance's shaft, she came up for air and said, "You taste so good."

"You look so good," Lance moaned. "That feels amazing. You have no idea how long I've fantasized about this."

Taking the swollen meat from her mouth again, Jennifer inquired, "Really? You've thought about this? How long has it been?"

"Since the day I first saw you working out," Lance admitted. This revelation seemed to excite Jennifer more as she wrapped her mouth even tighter around Lance's meat, and moved up and down his shaft at a quicker pace. "Now it's your turn," he said, pulling Jennifer's face up to his and kissing her passionately.

"Oh, is it?"

"It is indeed," Lance said, as he stood her up, and bent her over the couch. Putting a hand on each hip, Lance took no time in stripping Jennifer of her g-string, and bending over to find her labia with his tongue. He loved how she tasted.

Jennifer moaned in ecstasy as Lance's tongue and fingers explored her hot, wet pussy, paying special attention to her swollen little nub. After orgasming several times, and feeling as though she was going to explode, Jennifer couldn't take it any more. "I want you to give it to me. Put it in me now!"

Hearing this, Lance stood up and grabbed his still throbbing meat. Angling it near Jennifer's vaginal opening, he slowly moved it up and down the length of her slit before slowly inserting it into her.

"Oh, Baby! That feels so good. Give it to me hard!"

"Yes, Ma'am." Lance accepted his orders, as he grabbed his lover's hips, and proceeded to give it to her fast, hard, and deep. Jennifer felt all the blood rush back to her clitoris and the ecstasy returned.

After climaxing twice, she turned her head, looked back at Lance and said, "I think it's my turn to do a little work." With that, the two stood up, turned toward each other, and again kissed so passionately that Lance felt lightheaded. Jennifer turned him, angling his back to the couch and pushed him onto the couch in a seated position. "I've wanted to ride you for quite awhile now," she admitted as she faced Lance, and proceeded to straddle him taking his rock in her hand and guiding it to her. Before Lance could say another word, Jennifer guided him into her, and began squatting up and down, slow at first, kissing him again, before picking up a feverish pace. The two moaned and cried out to the other about how good it felt.

Jennifer continued to ride up and down on Lance's hard shaft until almost simultaneously, the two cried out, "I'm gonna cum! Yeah, Baby. I want to make you cum. We'll cum together. I want you to cum inside me. I want to feel you cum."

A bit hesitant, Lance asked, "Are you sure? I'm going to lose it any second."

"Yes! Oh, I'm losing it now!

"Me too!" was all that Lance could get out of his mouth, before the two erupted into a double orgasm.

All either could do was moan very loudly, as their bodies convulsed from the sheer exhilaration of the moment. As both orgasms came to an end, Lance and Jennifer collapsed on the couch both dripping in sweat and exhausted.

* * *

"Wake up, Mr. Sheldon," Jennifer whispered into Lance's ear.

"Oh, man. What time is it?" Lance inquired, coming back to consciousness.

"Three in the morning. Guess we needed a little cat nap after our hardcore cardio work." Jennifer smiled and gave Lance a kiss as she stood up. "Going to be a long day today," she said, still smiling as she looked around for her clothes.

"Sure will be," Lance agreed, himself standing, planting a hot kiss on her, then collecting his own clothes.

"Can't do round two this morning. We need to get some shuteye before heading in to work today."

"I suppose you're right," Lance laughed, beginning to dress himself.

* * *

The ride from Jennifer's house, back to Lance's truck at the gym, was a quiet one as both parties silently took in the amazingly unexpected events of the evening. Both reveling in the wonderfully fun feeling that was firing through each one's body.

As the Hummer pulled up to the lone truck in the gym parking lot, Lance opened the door. "Thank you very much for an amazing evening," he said, leaning over to kiss Jennifer's soft, beautiful lips.

"The pleasure was all mine," she assured him, as she kissed him back, searching his mouth with her tongue.

"Dinner again soon," Lance suggested, as he climbed out of the truck.

"Dinner again soon," Jennifer agreed. "Have a great Friday," she added as she blew him a kiss.

"You too." Lanced said, as he shut the door, waved, and watched the big, black H2 pull out of the parking lot.

"Yes," Lance said to himself as he got in his truck and headed home, "We will definitely have to have dinner again soon…very soon."