TheBanyanTree: possibilities....part 9....

[Sachet]

    Curiosity got the best of her, but then didn't it always? Wasn't that
how she had found herself now wearing her sexy new iced melon racerback
lingerie as she drove to the fitness club for the first time? She had to
admit that she did indeed feel very pampered, and she reveled in being
able to match her lingerie with her tank top and sport shorts. She felt
and looked icy cool and capable, ready to handle whatever was ahead. And
knowing him, there would be a surprise. He reigned supreme in keeping
her off balance, patiently coaxing her inquisitive nature into the open,
expanding her horizons beyond her wildest expectations.

She parked her car in the shade, grabbed her backpack and started
towards the front door of the building. She paused a moment as she
noticed the collection of sleek expensive Harley's in several of the
closer parking spaces. No, they weren't normal bikes, and your usual
run-of-the-mill rough biker types preferred to hang out at the Spoker
Bar & Grill near the edge of town. Fitness was not exactly their forte.
But still, it gave her pause, because....well, just because. Bikes like
this meant their riders were able to handle all that power, which meant,
well, it could mean all kinds of things, couldn't it? And then her
breath caught as she noticed the lone black Night Train. The one with
the silver silhouette of a sleek Jaguar. Only there was something
different about it this time. Resting on the outstretched paw, with its 
sharp piercing claws, in total and complete contrast to all that leashed
power....there was the delicate shimmery golden outline of a butterfly.
Its fragile wings were partially open as it rested with complete trust,
facing the silver eyes of the jaguar.

She smiled......

The man sure 'nuff knew how to make the smallest of things convey the
most profound of subtle but unmistakable messages. There were, of
course, many shades of gray to contemplate regarding the symbolism of
the butterfly alight on the jaguars paw. Nothing was ever black and
white where he was concerned. But, the one thing that made her shiver in
smiling anticipation at that exact moment, was the sure knowledge that
he was there, inside the building.....waiting.

She also knew, with a clear and intuitive understanding of his nature,
that there was no way in hell that he would make it easy for her to find
him. It's not like he would walk up and introduce himself as soon as she
walked through the door. Nope. He was after all, a master of the hunt,
brother to the jaguar, compelling, untamed and extremely patient.
"Frustratingly so at times", she thought with a deep sigh and wry grin.

Ok...so be it. Now all of the other motorcycles, and by default, their
riders, made sense. Camouflage. Clever of him. She counted the bikes,
including his. Ten. Nine other men, plus him. Yep, this would be an
interesting challenge.

Taking a deep breath, she walked to the front door and stepped inside.
The receptionist greeted her with a smile as she handed over her
membership card. Within a few minutes she was given a brief tour and
shown to the women's locker room. If you could call it that. It was
certainly way past any locker room she'd ever been in. Luxurious might
come close to describing the soft femininity and practicality of the
surroundings. She stashed her things in her own private alcove which had
her name on it, along with an assortment of her favorite lotions,
shampoo, conditioner, thick plush towels, hair dryer, deodorant and
anything else she could possibly need after working out. Pondering his
incredible attention to detail, she walked into the main floor of the
club. The room was HUGE, with skylights, lush hanging plants and every
conceivable type of exercise machine a person could think up. And not
just one of each, but several of each kind, thereby circumventing
feeling crowded and rushed. Well, yeah, she knew there were people on
the machines, but she was taking her time in assembling that unsettling
information. Quick glances didn't allow for eye contact and she wasn't
quite ready for that step yet. It would mean looking at each man, and oh
Lordy they were MEN in every sense of the word. Who knew such beings
existed?!? The testosterone in the room would make any sane woman high
tail it right out of there, asap. But then, sanity was highly overrated
and there was simply no way she was going to run away. He was there. She
could feel it and it made her smile; because she knew that part of the
challenge before her was going to be in discerning which delectable,
delicious muscular masterpiece of utter maleness was hers.

Did he expect her to be intimidated? Overwhelmed? Awestruck? Worshipful?
Melt into a puddle?

Like hell.

Hmmmm.....which machine should she start out with? Well, since she was
new to this type of exercise, she thought it wise to seek professional
assistance. Thankfully, there were also other women present.
Hmmm....very well toned women. Some of whom went past well-toned into
well-muscled. Women who obviously took their training very seriously.
This gave her pause for thought once again. She should define her goals.
Did she want to change her body? Did she want to aspire to mold her body
into a feminine version of a weight lifter? Nope. No way. She wanted to
maintain her figure as it was, maybe become a bit firmer in places,
increase her flexibility and strength, but retain the soft rounded look
that he seemed to find attractive. Hmmm...she wondered what he thought
about it all? A slow grin began and turned into a full smile as she
turned away to walk back into the locker room. Digging through her
backpack she found her cell phone and dialed his number. Would he have
it on him, or like her would he leave it in the locker room? Wellllllll,
she was bettin' it would be on or near him, since he was waiting for her
reaction. One ring, then two and he answered with clear hesitation in
his voice. She'd surprised him and she could tell he wasn't sure what
she was up to. This was good. He needed to realize that he couldn't
predict her every move.

"I was wondering where I should start? I've decided that I don't want to
build muscle, but I do want to firm up a few places and I also want to
increase my flexibility and strength. Where would you suggest I begin?"
she asked with a grin. "Should I just ask one of the  guys working out?"

"Well, you could. But, you wouldn't get much of a response, since they
know you are off-limits. Look for the female instructor in the blue tank
top. Her name is Lisa and I'll make sure she understands your goals and
she'll be your trainer. By the way, that icy melon color makes you look
very eatable, darlin'."

As she tried to sneak back onto the main floor, hoping to discover him
on his cell phone, he heard him chuckle and a whispered, "Nice try,
Sly~One." right before the click of him hanging up sounded in her ear.

"Dammit! So close!" she muttered in disgust.

Ah, well. That would have been entirely too easy and he was, after all,
a worthy opponent. Time would be her friend. She knew he was watching
her. Unobtrusively, true. But, nonetheless his eyes would be following
her every move. She may as well ensure his viewing pleasure. There were
a plethora of ways to tease and tantalize, as she pushed, pulled, thrust
and lifted during each workout.

And she greatly enjoyed doing each and every one of them.....over and
over and over again.

Occasionally, she would glance around the room, letting her eyes rest on
every man, trying to make each one meet her eyes. Knowing that if their
eyes met, she would _know_, by the look in his eyes, if he were the one.
If she weren't so captivated by his enthralling presence in her mind and
soul, her body would be very, very interested in getting to know some of
these guys. She grinned at the fleeting thought. No, she wouldn't. She
had no interest in all the fine specimens of manhood lifting, thrusting
and sweating around her. Well, she did, but purely as a woman
appreciating oh-SO-fine male physiques. She was eager for only his
touch, desperate to see his face ....wanting........ anticipating....
......falling......wishing.....loving.....

She was forced to acknowledge to herself that all in all, she was lost
in the world he had so carefully created.

**t**b**c**



......Sachet