Lise
written by:
NoSayQuien

I met Lise at the gym.

After about two years away from what used to be my regular morning workout, I finally went back. I had to reregister with the new system that requires your phone number and a finger scan, and I felt pretty stupid when I finally showed up at the gym again, not only because I didn't know how to work the new system, but because I had been paying monthly fees this whole time. I don't even want to think about the money I wasted! Anyway, I knew it was the right choice, so back I went, to punish my body in the name of fitness.

And Bingo! God rewards good works!

I met Lise about one-half hour into my routine, that first day back. I was trying to recapture the past, following my old patterns, but my performance was WAY down, and I think I was dripping sweat and almost certainly showing my age (which is 60+, by the way). Lise was sitting on one of those "sissy" machines that I think you use to strengthen your shoulders, rotating a couple of short little arms that don't seem to strain the people using the machine at all. I had never tried that machine; I thought it was for old guys only, and even if I am 60+, I wasn't going to go to the gym to twirl a couple of rotors and pretend that this was exercise.

Lise is NOT 60+. In fact, as I later found out, Lise is 40 years old, exactly the same age as my daughter. She is probably 5'6," and she was dressed in the weirdest get up. No spandex. No sweats. In fact, she was outfitted in a kind of pastel kind of pajamas, which turned out to be her nurse's scrubs. Lise was as thin as a rail; small boobs and no hips; she was the exact opposite of the power ranger women that you typically see around the gym, bench pressing a hundred pounds or more, walking up and down the equivalent of the Empire State Building on the Stairmaster, and doing squats like they were just an easy way to pass the time.

Frankly, in all my years at the gym, I never saw a woman that I wanted to hit on. They were just not appetizing to me, and they didn't seem interested in the sort of male female relationships that fill my fantasies. Boning some young beauty's cunt is what I think of as an interesting way to get some exercise, but most if not all of the women at the gym seem to have suppressed their sex drive in the name of bodybuilding. Great bodies, I will grant you that. But not the slightest vibe of sex! Anyway, that's been my experience. It may be that 60+ thing!

Lise was different! There was something about her. There WAS that vibe of sex.

Lise just looked at me as I walked by, as I was going from the weight room to the stationary bikes, and she stopped me with her glance.

"How's your day?" she asked.

"Ok," I said, though without any great energy or conviction. "How's your day?"

"It's ok. Maybe about like yours, it sounds like."

We did not exchange names. That was it. This was simply a casual exchange of comments (or so I thought), but just as I was starting to pass by, she reached her hand out and put it flat up against my chest. Her hand came away wet.

"I'll see you later," she said. It could have been a commandment.

I know this seems like a rather uneventful encounter, but I couldn't stop thinking about Lise. I still had about a half-hour to go on my workout, and I thought of her every second. I did a quick tour of the entire facility, after about fifteen minutes, but I couldn't see her. I went home and then went to work, and she kept popping into my mind all day. After dinner, with my wife conked out in front of the television, I was looking online for pictures that might remind me of her face, with my stiff, wet prick demanding that I stroke it till I popped. Even with a Lise-load of hot cum oozing through my underwear, I still couldn't get her out of my mind. I was fucking crazed for Lise.

Now of course, once I admitted to myself that I was crazed for her, I had something to worry about. What if Lise wasn't a "regular" at the gym? I might never see her again. Even worse, what if I had received what I thought was some message from Lise that she hadn't actually sent? What if she wasn't crazed for me, too? Candidly, I couldn't logically imagine that she would be, and our exchange was definitely not specifically sexual. I could see I might be on the road to making a complete fool of myself, if I tried to follow up with her. Again, presuming that I ever saw her again.

The next day, I was back at the gym, bright and early. Bingo! There was Lise. She was in nurse's scrubs again, but a different color. She was riding a reclining bike with a languor that did not indicate any consuming desire on her part to strain her body or burn any calories. Of course, like I said, she did not have any weight to lose. She smiled. I smiled. She seemed to recognize me, which was a good sign. I did my mile of fast rowing on the rowing machine and then got on the stationary bike next to her.

"I don't think we exchanged names, did we?" she said.

"No. No exchange of names. I'm William."

"I am Lise," she said, and we shook hands.

"Do you think," she said, "if we keep meeting like this, something will happen?"

"Something could," I said.

"Do you want something to happen?" Lise asked.

"Well," I said, "of course it depends on what, but I think the answer is ‘Yes'."

"Me, too." Lise said that by leaning over and whispering in my ear, and her right hand slipped across the space between the bikes, and stroked my very hard prick.

I noticed her mouth. Her teeth were perfect. I almost fainted as I thought about taking that mouth of hers.

She smiled.

"So, let's go make something happen," she whispered, giving my cock a very definitive squeeze and dismounting from her bike. "We can use my car."

Two blocks from the gym, in the high-school parking lot, I got my first taste of her cunt. It was so smooth, and so delicious! So wet. In the back seat of her Audi, Lise sat on my face and twisted her cunt back and forth across my mouth as I pulled her down to me, and sucked on her projecting hard little clit.

"Oh fuck, yes, yes, yes...." Lise started moaning and writhing on my face as I made her cum so hard she came close to losing consciousness. I loved her wet juices running over my mouth and chin. I came up to take her mouth and those perfect teeth clashed with mine as we opened our mouths to each other and began tearing at each other. It must have looked like animals mating as we literally ripped at each other's clothing. My cock was at full rigidity and I didn't care about anything but putting it into her. Panting and wrestling in that backseat, I finally came inside her lithe, taut body, crushing Lise to me, making her mine.

Conventional wisdom does not allow for what I have just described. It seems like a fantasy, but the fact is, there are times when you just run across someone who you have to have. And who wants you, too. Age is not the final factor, either. Lise picked me out. It was like a commandment. She wanted me, and it was just an exercise of her will that got us, so quickly, into the back seat of her car. Literally on the second time we ever saw each other; literally within one-half hour of even exchanging names.

If I was crazed for Lise before, I am more crazed now. Lise is a nurse in the pediatric unit of the County hospital. It turns out that she doesn't know my daughter, who is in the health field, too, but she is the same age. I don't have paternal feelings. She doesn't see me as a "daddy" figure, either. We are both just crazed to fuck.

You can call it chemistry, or some kind of magnetic attraction, or whatever you like. It's just a fact. Sex pretty much disappeared out of my married life a long time ago, and Lise's husband is mostly inattentive, at least so I gather, but we are ravenous for each other.

We both like sex raw. And we both like it right on the edge of danger. It's like that Spike Lee movie, "She's Gotta Have It." She does, and I do, too!

During the next couple of weeks, we were only able to fuck one more time, again in her car, after another morning session at the gym. I was working on a major deal, and Lise's work schedule at the hospital switched around. But three weeks after we fucked for the first time, I saw Lise, unexpectedly, at a "Plays in the Park" event that our town has during the summer.

The play was the "Merry Wives of Windsor," a Shakespearean farce, and the performance took place at night, starting at 8:00 o'clock. The audience sat in a sloped, grassy amphitheater and since it wasn't too cold, the event was quite enjoyable. My wife, who has a knee injury, can't really sit for hours at a time, so she ended up standing, and then at the intermission, she told me she would just go home. The River Park, where the event was being held, is only a couple of blocks from our house, so that was fine. No problem. I stayed on, and during the intermission I caught sight of Lise. She was there with her husband (or that's what I guessed when I saw them; she later confirmed it). He was tall, looked fit, and also seemed bored. He wasn't paying much attention to his wife, and when Lise saw me across the theatre, on the other side, she just walked away from him, while he was talking to someone else. She was moving in my direction, and I managed to meet her about halfway, and we moved under some of the trees that bordered the hollowed out amphitheater.

"Come over here and put your fingers in my cunt," she said, as she grabbed my hand and pulled me into the shadows. I looked back and saw her husband searching around for her, amidst the hubbub, and I crushed her to me, and kissed her so hard.

"I'm dying for it," I told her.

"Make me cum, fucker." That's what she told me.

With her back against a tree, but with us both facing sideways, so we could watch the crowd, I slipped both hands up under her skirt and got my hands around her ass. I put the palm of my right hand up against her wet, wet snatch and stroked her. Her grip on me tightened and she pulled me towards her convulsively as she got off.

"I love it, fucker!" she said into my ear. "Unzip your pants."

The lights had gone up and down three times, to indicate the intermission was almost over, and I could see her husband searching the crowd.

"Don't you have to get back?" I said.

"Fuck me while we watch him," she told me.

So I did. While I unzipped my pants and pulled down my boxers, to release my straining cock, Lise slipped off her panties, and stuffed them in the breast pocket of my sports coat. I went into her like butter; she was so slick. Keeping it slow, and holding my hand over her mouth as we got closer, we both could see Lise's husband searching fruitlessly all around, and then sitting down in his seat, as the lights dimmed and the play recommenced.

"Don't you just love that?" Lise said. "He doesn't have a clue!" Lise started to bite my neck while we fucked. It put me over the edge and I started jetting my hot seed into her slim little body, while the wives on stage (who ended up faithful, though they seemed like whores) danced circles around their hapless husbands.

As we rested against each other, watching the play, I asked Lise what she would tell her husband.

"I'm going to tell him that I started talking to one of the actors, and he took me backstage and kissed me," she said.

"What?" I exclaimed.

"Yesssssssssss," she hissed. "I am going to tell him that, and drive him crazy. You know why? When I do, he will go into a huff, and storm off home. Then, I am coming back here for another fuck."

It played out just as if she'd scripted it. I watched from our hidden spot in the shadows while Lise wended her way back to where her husband was sitting, apparently coming, as far as he could tell, from behind the stage. While Falstaff was being besieged by fairies in the woods, running around with a set of horns on his head, Lise told her husband that he was in danger of getting a pair of horns himself.

The husband stormed away, just as Lise predicted.

At the end of the play, as the crowd surged towards the exits on the other side of the amphitheater, we lay in the dark, cool grass and fucked. Lise was like a crazed dog in heat, and I went crazy, too, plunging my iron-hard prick into her again and again.

"I think you're getting more stamina from that gym work you're doing," Lise whispered, as she gave my dick, slick and covered with our mixed fluids, a last, long, lingering deep throat suck.

"I'd better see you there on Monday," Lise said. "Don't break your training."

It sounded like a commandment, and I'm definitely planning to get back in shape.