Chapter 16

Kim I

Kim walked into a workout room on the lower level of Christopher and Shannon’s house. She saw that Christopher was already there waiting for her. Donna had assured her that she should let herself in and head downstairs. Monica had been in Donna’s room, and she looked to be on the verge of saying something else, but Donna hushed her new best friend. Kim wanted to add some weightlifting to her exercise routine and was taking Christopher up on an open offer to use their weight rack. She found him wearing an old tank top and long, baggy shorts. Kim wasn’t surprised that they were going to be starting with squats, but she was surprised when Christopher told her to hold his hands and they would be getting into a squat position without weights. Kim realized that she was almost as tall as the older man, and initially she got into a lower position than he did. However, then his hips shifted, and he was suddenly quite a bit lower to the ground than she was.

“Oh man, the older you get, the harder this position gets. You’re young; you shouldn’t have any trouble. Once you get the flexibility you need, get down into this position a couple of times a day so this doesn’t become a chore.”

Kim noticed Christopher looking her in the eye, and for some reason that made her look down demurely. Almost forced to take stock of her own body and outfit, she immediately regretted her choice of sports bra. Even though she had worn a more revealing bikini to the pool party, she was wishing she had worn one of her newer sports bras. She was a lot smaller when she got this one, and she wouldn’t even consider it for running. It no longer provided nearly enough support for that. When she left her house, it seemed completely adequate for other workouts, but now when she looked down at her chest, she thought, “Man, that’s a lot of boob!” She had a good four inches of cleavage right in Christopher’s face as they tried to get down to the correct depth for squatting. Well, he was already there; she was a bit embarrassed that her young hips weren’t cooperating. Then she looked between her legs and was horrified to realize that in this position her workout shorts had created a camel toe situation. She directed her gaze back to Christopher to see him looking her in the eye. Had she detected a flicker of motion in her married host’s eyes? Had he looked down when she did? If he had, was he noticing her cleavage or her crotch?

Thankfully, she finally felt her body move closer to the ground, and Christopher decided that was low enough to begin actual weightlifting. He had her stand under the bar and helped her position her arms. At one point she felt the slightest touch of Christopher’s hand on one of her breasts. It had to have been an accident as brief and fleeting as the contact was. Kim wondered if she had imagined it entirely when the older man didn’t even mumble an apology. Once he was satisfied with the position of her grip, he had her step back with the bar on her back and do a rep while he stood behind her prepared to spot her if she needed assistance. He assured her that she wouldn’t have any trouble with the bar’s weight and that he was just there to make sure it didn’t slip or roll up on her neck. As she squatted down, she felt the outside of her thighs contact the interior of Christopher’s. If he had been standing any closer, she would have inadvertently been twerking on him! That time she did hear, “Oops, standing a bit too close.” He patted her on the shoulder when he said that, and it almost felt like he was stroking her long hair.

Christopher smiled reassuringly as he backed away from Kim and had her do four more reps. There was a mirror on the wall, and Kim was struck by how blue Christopher’s eyes were and how ripped he was. The man wasn’t bulky at all, but every muscle was outlined under his skin. When they switched places to let Christopher lift, he had Kim stand behind him and to the side to try to study his movements. They had to take plates off the bar to let Kim go again with the empty bar, and Kim surprised herself when she leaned a bit to cause one of her boobs to rub against Christopher’s arm as they passed each other. Why had she done that? She hadn’t meant to, at least not consciously, but she didn’t get a reaction from Christopher, and that bothered her for some reason. What was going on with her? She felt her face flush and she started to sweat. Kim decided that she had done something weird and resolved not to do it again. It worked until they switched exercises. She started making it a point to just barely bring her breasts into contact with Christopher’s body when they swapped the normal bar for a half weight bar she could use for overhead pressing. Kim resolved once again to stop her brazen behavior but found she was having a hard time concentrating on watching Christopher’s form to copy it. She was watching the married man, to be sure, but she was simply admiring the way his muscles shifted as he did the exercise. She was supposed to be trying to understand his motions so she could learn from them.

When they got to bench press, there were no boob rubbing incidents, but Christopher was having her lower the bar right onto her big boobs. By the end of the first set, she could feel her nipples getting hard. She didn’t think it was noticeable, but by the time they had done three sets of bench press, they were hard enough that she could see them outlined under her sports bra when she looked in the mirror. Her eyes flickered to Christopher to see if he was looking at her chest, and she was both relieved and annoyed to find that he wasn’t. That caused her to stand beside him and sway left and right to touch the side of one of her breasts to his arm repeatedly. When he didn’t react again, she got embarrassed and took a small step to the side. “What are you thinking, Kim?” she chided herself mentally. “The man’s wife has jugs bigger than her head; he’s not going to notice your double Ds. He didn’t even seem to be fazed by Mom’s double E’s in a bikini.” Kim was trying to figure out what was going on. Was she crushing on her married neighbor? That was crazy if she was; she needed to knock it off and start thinking straight.