Light and energetic

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//mindy_path 2

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Mindy swings the door open before I even knock. She is wearing a sharp, new outfit, a pair of tight grey yoga pants with a wide, red stripe down the side each leg and a matching red tank top. It is far more flattering than her previous workout attire.

“Wow, you look great!”

“Thanks! I picked it up yesterday.”

“You’re going to need it. Today I’m going to make you sweat.”

{if Got a black eye from angry hubby=true}

“Oh joy—Whoa! What happened to your eye? Were you in a fight?”

Oh yeah... guess it is more obvious than I had hoped. I decide to fudge the truth to cut down on the questions. “Naw... that would imply that I was an active combatant... More like some dude at the bar clocked me when I wasn't looking.”

“What? What did you do to deserve that?”

I give a look of shocked innocence. “Me? Nothing! I was simply talking with a nice woman, unaware that her husband was in the restroom.”

“Goodness Warren, we need to assign a chaperone for you.” She eyes me for a second, seemingly uncertain of what to think of me. She shakes her head and lets it go.

{else}

“Oh joy. Well... let’s see how long I can put this off for.”

{endif}

Mindy lets me in and closes the door before giving me a hug and a wet kiss on the cheek, both of which feel more intimate than usual. She abruptly breaks away from me and walking into the kitchen a little too quickly, flustered by her own behavior.

At my request, she happily cooks a hot breakfast for both of us, taking enough time that I suspect she would prefer this to be a social visit to a workout.

“When is our next date?” I ask after she sets the plates down and sits next to me.

She slaps my leg under the table. “We’re not dating... And be quiet.”

“Then when is our next rendezvous?” I whisper.

Mindy clears her throat. “Maybe we don’t. We definitely shouldn’t.”

“But what if I definitely want to? Let’s go to your room quick.”

She swivels her head at me suddenly. “If—and I mean if—it is to happen again..." she pauses for emphasis, "Tonya and Lewis can’t be around. So behave yourself today.” She softens her gaze, then rubs my leg in a consoling, yet teasing way.

I am mildly surprised by my erectile responsiveness. I generally enjoy being in control, but somehow the restrictions she is putting on me feels kinky in a way I didn’t expect. We could make a cloak and dagger game of it.

“Mindy, on an unrelated topic, do you have any pressing errands to send Tonya on?”

“Afraid not,” she smirked.

Once we are in the wourkout space we get right to a circuit of warm-ups. For the main event, I decide to keep it light and energetic. I lay our mats end to end down the middle of the floor and show her how to do agility ladder drills, footwork exercises consisting of stepping on and off the mats while moving along their combined length. We do it follow the leader style, setting new step patterns every six circuits. We keep picking up the speed and until we are laughing too hard when either of us lose coordination.

“Can I be the leader now?” Mindy asks as we stop for a water break.

“Bring it on. Give me your worst!”

She does. She picks a pattern way more complicated than any I have shown her. There are hip twists and heel kicks and back-steps and spins.

I laugh uncomfortably. “What the heck is that?”

“Mambo. I haven’t done it in years! I’ve forgotten a lot, but these drills started bringing it back.”

“Nice! Uh... you are going to have to show me that again—slower.”

She does, letting me imitate her one move at a time until I start to get it. I flounder my way through it but her pleasure in turning the tables on me is immense. Just when I’m getting close to getting it she remembers a couple missing steps and adds them in, throwing me off again. The remaining time flies by and she never asks to rest for a moment, her eyes glimmering with joy until I **** us to stop.

“Okay! I’m done!” I announce.

“Aww, is that all you got, tough guy?”

{if mc_sorelegs=true}

“YES,” I say firmly. “My legs are killing me.” I dismiss her mocking grin with a wave of my hand.

{else}

I’m breathing harder than expected. “I need... to shower and go.”

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“Uh-huh,” she teases. “Lets do this one again next time.”

I can’t help but chuckle at her change of attitude. I’ve never seen her this jubilant. “You know, this isn’t quite what I had in mind... But if we are dancing every time, I get to call them dates.”

“Fine. Privately.” As we walk to the door she surprises me with a quick ass squeeze.

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