A text message

It was Paul. It just read:

Hey <<<

Her heart jumped into her mouth. She hadn't mentioned about the phone number. She'd said to herself it was just information held back so as not to spoil the fun but seeing his name appear it was... exciting. This thought made her bite her lip and her pussy tingled. _No _she thought to herself, I'm just still horny and I wasn't satisfied so that's why this is exciting.

>>> Hello?

It's Paolo, from the gym <<<

>>> Yes I can see that. Why are you texting me?

So you didn't delete my contact then? <<<

Shit

>>> I just hadn't got around to it yet. What do you want?

To see you again <<<

>>> I told you I'm married

And I told you I don't give a fuck. I'm looking for a date, not a wedding. So how about it? You want to go for a drink or something? <<<

_Jesus, this fucking guy. _She hated to admit it but she was a little impressed with his gall.

>>> No I don't want to "go for a drink"

Alright then, how about the gym again? I can show you what you're doing wrong <<<

>>> What do you mean?

I mean you're hot but your form is all over the place. Your working twice as hard for those results <<<

>>> What makes you such an expert?

Duh. I'm a personal trainer. Plus there's this <<<

What followed was a picture of Paul doing a mirror selfie his briefs and lifting up his t shirt to show off his rock solid stomach. Sarah couldn't help but notice how flattering his briefs were and suddenly she was tingling again.

>>> I bet you send that to all the girls

Na baby, just for you <<<

She chose to ignore the use of baby, besides it made her feel...

>>> Prove it

What am I doing?

Another picture arrived. Same mirror, same briefs, no shirt and a piece of printer paper with Sarah and the date written on it. He had tucked the corner of the paper into his briefs so he could flex the arm that wasn't holding the phone. Sarah's rational mind thought he looked like a prick but the picture was making her hear race. It wasn't just the picture. His confidence was undeniably as attractive as his body was and there was something illicit in this that was thrilling to her. She found herself looking at the picture, his body, his arrogant, strong face and his package that seemed to be quite generous and she found herself getting wet. She was startled by another message.

Like what you see? <<<

>>> No.

It was too defensive and she knew it and she suspected he knew it too.

Well why don't you tell me how much you dislike my body to my face at the gym? Lets say Thursday at 7. <<<

>>> I'm working then

Friday then, same time <<<

>>> OK

Oh god, what am I doing, what am I doing?

Nice. See you later baby. <<<

By the way, me and my buddies are following you on Instagram ow. Not much to see but a good start. <<<

Later <<<

Sarah closed her phone and put it face down on the bed. A wave of guilt mixed with her arousal. She squeezed her thighs together to give some stimulation to her pussy without sticking her hand down there and fingering herself to orgasm. Somehow that would make the fact that she was being aroused by another man all too real and make the guilt worse.

Tom called her for dinner. She snapped out of her trance and jumped out of bed. She put on some fresh underwear and headed downstairs. I just won't go she thought as she headed downstairs. That night as Tom slept besides her, she looked at the messages again, I really shouldn't go.