Lovely Trigger(101)

She faced away from me when she did it, giving me a perfect view. Her shorts were so thin, her skin so supple, that it was more perfectly designed to turn me on than a porno. And I’d watched plenty of porn. The girl was set on giving me a heart attack today.

She kept doing it for the longest time, sending me a look over her shoulder as she straightened on the last rep. She smiled that sweet little smile at me. “Well, aren’t you gonna ask me?”

I had no idea what she was talking about, but my mind went very dirty with it.

Could you do that one more time, but pull your shorts down for this one, so I can f*ck your brains out? I was pretty positive that wasn’t what she meant.

Can I give you a ride home? Or maybe a hard ride on my cock? Nope, those two were out, too.

Or how about, Want to grab a coffee after this? That one was better, but I held my tongue.

“Excuse me?” I asked instead. The safest bet of all.

“My name. I know yours now. Don’t you want to know mine?”

I smiled politely, sincerely hoping that my raging hard-on wasn’t too obvious. I was wearing athletic pants and a long sweatshirt, so I was probably safe. “Yes, of course. Nice to meet you…”

“Iris.”

My brows shot up. You didn’t see many girls her age named Iris. “Iris?”

Her eyes twinkled at me. She gave very good eye contact. Intense, but good. “Don’t you like it?”

“Y-yes,” I stammered out. “It’s a beautiful name.”

“It’s always easy to pick out flowers for me. My favorite flower is the same as my name.”

“I’ll make a note of it.” What the f*ck did you say that for? I asked myself. Of course, I wouldn’t be getting her flowers. Totally inappropriate.

She looked pleased as punch. “You do that.”

She bent down, her back arched like a pinup girl, and picked up her borrowed towel. She moved closer, dabbing at her cleavage with it.

I swallowed hard, my cock throbbing in time to my accelerated heart rate.

“Upper body today, huh?” she asked.

I was watching her perky tits as she said it, so I blinked like an idiot. Her nipples were hard. I could see them through that flimsy as hell bra. “Hmm?”

The towel moved down to her stomach. She didn’t look to be sweating much, but she patted herself down like she was.

I was in a full on sweat. I designed it that way. It made for a better workout, but just then I wanted to strip down.

Strip down and pin a naked Iris to the floor.

“You’re working your upper body today. You alternate, right?”

“Oh yeah.”

“It’s an intense workout you’ve got going. You training for something in particular?”

I shook my head. “Just trying to stay fit. What about you? You clock in three hours, too, right?”

She shrugged. “That’s a new thing, though I do enjoy a good workout. Just trying to keep things nice and tight.”

That made my brain short-circuit. “Things are looking very tight.” A perfect fit for my cock, my perverted mind added.

She came a little closer, almost into my personal space. “Thank you. That’s a big compliment, coming from a gym regular like you.”

I couldn’t take anymore. I turned, put the weights back on the bar, and went into a round of grueling pushups.

When I rose again, she was a few feet away doing French press reps, her chest thrust forward.

I turned quickly away, and tried not to so much as glance at her.

She kept her distance until I was on the last quarter hour of my routine, making my rounds on the machines.

“I bet you have some super special after workout drink you down after these sessions,” she told me as she approached my machine, her tone playful.

She got right up in my personal space, her breasts just inches from my face.

I looked up at her eyes, mine almost pleading. She had to quit teasing me, whether or not she knew that’s what she was doing.

I grunted.

“Admit it. You do, don’t you?”

My mouth twisted wryly. She even had a good personality. She was a sweet little thing. She didn’t need to be. She could have gotten by on sheer good looks alone. “I have a little something I make.”

“It’s a drink, isn’t it? I’d bet good cash you make it with a Vitamix, and it has kale in it.”

I coughed out a laugh. “You aren’t wrong. I’m pretty predictable, huh?”

She winked at me. Fucking winked. It was adorable, and I needed to get away from her. “You’re a mystery to me. I’m just throwing out guesses, trying to figure you out.”

“Now why would you do that? I have to tell you, I’m about as boring as they come.”

She shook her head, her eyes soft. “Not at all. You seem fascinating to me, Dair.”

I wasn’t sure why, but that seemed to be my breaking point.

I politely excused myself and hit the showers. I was the only one in there, and I did give half a thought to rubbing a quick one off, but I refrained. I’d be home soon enough.

I emerged from the showers, clad in a fresh white T-shirt and black athletic shorts, to find Iris still hanging near the weights, still in her workout gear, dabbing at her glistening breasts with my towel.