Go, Team, Go!

I was never big on team sports. It started when I was a kid. I was a late bloomer, so all through school, I was one of the smaller kids in the class. Nobody ever wanted me on their team because I was likely to cause the team to lose. It didn’t matter what I did or didn’t do, it was always my fault.As I finally grew, I found my athletic niche in distance running. Even on a team, it’s a solitary sport. The one time I contributed to the team, nobody cared. Our high school track team had several very gifted athletes. Those five guys could win all of the sprints up to four hundred meters, plus high jump, long jump, and pole vault. They could carry the team to a victory most of the time.We were up against our biggest rivals, and with two events to go, the team scores were nearly equal. We could almost count on the four-by-four hundred relay to win the final event, but for the team to win, we needed someone to finish in the top three in the 3200-meter run.As the race reached the halfway point, our top distance runner was dragging his ass and looked to finish fourth. I found a gear that I didn’t know I had caught up to him and told him to get going. He gave me an exhausted look and shrugged. I set my sights on the third place runner and got motivated. I ended up finishing second with my best time for the season.The relay runners ended the meet with a great performance, just fractions of a second off the state record time. The coach celebrated their victory and put laurels on them. Nobody gave a shit that I had stepped up to help.I tell you all of this not to depress you, but to illustrate that I just don’t do teams. I’ve gone thirty years since then without ever joining a team. I would probably have been able to live out my life without joining a team if I wasn’t a sucker for a pretty face.The first time Gabriel tricked me was getting me to join her fitness class. I had been working out at the same gym for the last three years. She was recently hired to be the evening manager and to be a personal trainer. To compete with another local gym, our gym started offering a free fitness class three days a week. Four people need to show up for each class or else they skip for the evening.I had just finished working with the weights and was headed to do aerobics on the treadmill when I overheard a conversation. They had three people waiting for the class, with no fourth person in sight. I have no idea why I volunteered to join them.The workout was fun, and I got sweaty. I actually enjoyed that it worked muscles that I had been neglecting in my normal workout. The fact that there were three women in the class and a pretty young trainer didn’t really cross my mind.Two days later, I was just finishing on the treadmill when Gabriel caught me. She gave me a beaming smile and then asked me if I had finished warming up for her class. When a woman acts that happy to see you, you should never say no. Adding an extra hour to my workout just about killed me.She didn’t let me miss class after that. I did tone down my regular workout so I could try to keep up in class.The second time Gabriel tricked me was getting me to join her fitness challenge. She turned that beaming smile on me and told me I should join. I didn’t ask any questions. I just paid the twenty dollars and signed the waiver.A week later, just cinsel bilgiler as the challenge was about to start, she asked me if I wanted to be on her team or not. I told her I don’t do teams. She frowned and put me on another team. A couple of days after that, she asked me to vote for what color shirts my team would get. I told her any color except pink. When the shirts arrived, I found out that ‘salmon’ is not ‘pink’. She gave me that smile, and I guess I like my shirt.There were two parts to the challenge. The first goal was weight loss. I could certainly stand to lose a couple pounds, or maybe twenty, but my weight had been pretty consistent for the last few years. There were people in the challenge that were very likely to lose a lot more than I would. I knew I could make up points on the other part of the challenge.The second part consisted of weekly exercise challenges. There were points to be earned for participating in the class, or logging miles on the treadmill, and other events. Check my social media account and you will find videos of me working the big ropes, doing fifty push-ups and doing too many burpees.I can’t stress enough how much I hate burpees. When I was a kid we called them squat-thrusts. Basically, you squat down and put your hands on the floor. Then you kick your legs out to full extension only to bounce them back up underneath you. You finish by standing quickly, preferably with a hop. Doing that once is easy enough. The problem is that I never know when to breathe while I’m doing them, so I run out of oxygen after about five. I hate them almost as much as I hate being on a team.Other than that, Gabriel did a good job a keeping the challenge fun, and my teammates really took to it as well. Six weeks into the eight-week challenge, we were neck in neck with Gabriel’s team for first place.One of the women on my four-person team was doing most of her workouts with one of the guys from Gabriel’s team. They decided to make things interesting and they made a side bet. Somehow, the bet expanded to involve both teams. The terms were that the members of the winning team would pair up with the members of the other team and make them do anything they wanted.I was paired up with Gabriel. A thought popped into my head, and it was the motivation I needed to kick butt for the final two weeks. My singular focus was forcing Gabriel to do a hundred burpees.The final challenge was a BINGO board of exercises. I was able to do the ten hardest ones, including some serious distance on the treadmill, to help my team fill out the entire board. I was even able to check off the box for doing twenty burpees. Gabriel’s team was unable to log a five-mile run, and we beat them by only a couple of points. I couldn’t wait to see how many burpees it would take to make her call it quits!People tend to skip going to the gym of Fridays and Saturdays, so Gabriel had set up the challenge to start and end on a Thursday. She finished counting points just before class on Thursday night and announced that our team had won. I teased her about the burpees, but we didn’t have time that night. I promised her that I would be at the gym early on Monday to collect on the bet.On Monday, she greeted me with the beaming smile and a bit of a blush.”Do cinsellik bilgileri you plan on collecting like you teammates did?” she asked. I certainly wasn’t going to let her off easy.”Would you have it any other way?” I teased. Her blush darkened.”Mariam says we can go to her house after I finish my shift,” she said.”Not here?” I asked.”I don’t want to get fired!” she exclaimed. I guess her boss was being crazy about paying overtime again. Her boss was probably being crazy about short shifts as well, and I knew she had an hour left before she was done. I had time to do my regular weights workout.I was about half-way through my workout when Gabriel commented, “Hey, you better save some for later!””You’ll be working harder that I will,” I promised her. For some reason, she blushed again. She must hate burpees as much as I do.I finished up, took a quick shower, and changed into street clothes. She finished up her chores and was ready to go at the same time. She didn’t really say anything to me, but with a look, she told me to meet outside. I threw my gym bag in my car and then walked over to her car. She had her window open, so I walked up to the driver’s side.”Listen,” she said quietly as if someone could hear her. “I don’t want to get fired, and the cameras can see out here. Move your car down by the convenience store, and I’ll pick you up there.”I really didn’t think it was such a big deal, but I agreed and then nonchalantly strolled back over to my car and drove away. I parked where she said, and she picked me up. We made small talk as she drove. We only had to go six blocks. Along the way, I pointed out a park and two playgrounds where we could have stopped to do it. She blushed and kept driving.At her friend’s house, she knew a code to open the garage door. She closed it behind us and led me into the house.”This is an awful lot of trouble for a hundred burpees,” I teased. “She has a nice house,” I added.She led me down into a finished basement. There was a big room that was set up for watching movies and a smaller area with a small treadmill. I figured that was her friend’s home fitness area. It had plenty of space for Gabriel to work out. She led me past that into a small guest bedroom. “You’re going to do burpees in here?” I joked. I turned to see if she was playing a joke on me, and my heart stopped.She had the beaming smile on her face and nothing else from the waist up. Her thumbs were tucked inside her yoga pants, and she was about to push them off.”Shut up and tell me what you want me to do first,” she laughed.”What are you doing?” I stammered. My mind had a dozen protests for her. I wanted to point out that you don’t have to be naked to do burpees. I wanted to point out that she was the same age as my kids, and she really shouldn’t be getting naked in front of me.The smile fell from her face as she saw the shocked look on my face.”You said you wanted…” she stammered. Suddenly her hands shot across her stomach. “Tell me it’s not the stretch marks! There’s nothing I can do… ” She seemed to run out of breath as she stopped talking.I realized a couple of things very quickly. Although we had been talking, we were not communicating. She was on the verge of tears and a breakdown, because of the possible cinsellik hakkında bilgiler shame and her insecurity. I realized that I had to save her from me, and maybe even from herself.”Gabriel, it’s okay,” I insisted. “First off, this is all my fault. I didn’t realize what you thought we had agreed to. Second off, you are absolutely gorgeous. I can’t believe that a woman barely over half my age would flash me, much less proudly stand and show me a body as hot as yours.”She took a deep breath and looked much less likely to cry. Her hands stayed on her belly.”Flatterer,” she accused me with the hint of a smile. “How could you not know what I meant? Don’t you talk to your teammates?”I let my eyes sweep down her body and I smiled at what I saw. “Only if I see them at the gym,” I answered.”How did you guys beat us?” she asked as the smile slowly returned to her face. “My team talked every day. If not at the gym, then online. You have no idea what Juli did?”Juli was the woman on my team that made the bet. I shook my head.”She’s the one that started this,” she said. “She and Michael had been flirting for weeks. She says that her husband never goes down on her, and Michael claimed to be an expert. She made him give her three orgasms using only his tongue. She admitted that she ended up taking pity on him and they had sex.”A touch of sadness shaded her eyes. “I don’t want pity sex,” she said.I heard two things in her voice. First, I heard that she did, in fact, want to have sex. Second, I heard that she was nursing a bruised ego. I decided that I should help her with both.”No pity sex,” I repeated as I walked over to her. “Will you settle for raw lust sex?” I asked.I touched my hand on her crossed arms at her belly. She looked at me with eyes full of hope, and I slid my hand up the front of her body. She lifted her breasts to my touch, even though my fingers slid between them and up to her throat. I pushed her chin up and gently pressed my lips to hers.Her eyes opened expectantly as I pulled back to gauge her reaction.”And what did the others do?” I asked as I took her hands and pulled them to the bottom of my shirt.Her beaming smile returned as she lifted my shirt over my head. She let me pull our bodies together for another kiss before she answered.”Don’t get any ideas,” she teased as she kissed her way down to my belt. “Darren made Kathy give him a blowjob.”She peeled my pants open and kissed my hard cock through my boxers. She pulled my pants and boxers down and off while I kicked off my shoes. She suggestively stroked my shaft and rubbed it against her face, but she did not let her lips touch it. She pushed me back to sit on the bed as she stood up.”They are both married,” she continued, “and with some of the jealousy issues I have heard, I’m surprised that either one of them went through with it.”She stood with the beaming smile as she hooked her pants with her thumbs and peeled them off. Either she hadn’t been wearing panties, or she caught them too. I let my eyes play lustfully up and down her body. She held a pose for a moment to enjoy my attention.She pushed me back to lie down right on the edge of the bed. She put one knee next to my hip, and she leaned forward over my body with one leg raised. She teased the head of my cock into her wet folds.”Mariam is crazy,” she said breathily as she teased herself. “She brought Tommy over here and made him jack off on her tits. Then she sucked him hard and made him do it again. She also made her husband watch the whole thing!”She dropped her hips until they met mine, and neither of us could talk. My eyes and hands and lips made sure that she knew how enticing I found her to be.