A couple of days later, Tracy was curled up on the couch. She had just set down her phone to take a nap when it buzzed. Her eyes flickered to the screen.
It was an unfamiliar number. She picked and swiped the message open.
The message was simple.
"Hey… I just wanted to say I really enjoyed our last session. Hope I get to see more of you at the gym."
A small, almost involuntary smile tugged at her lips.
Her thumb hovered over the screen for a moment. She remembered the way he looked at her.
She knew there was an intent behind the text. If there was someone he was to text, then it was undoubtedly Ed because he paid for the training.
She sat up on the couch and thought of a reply.
Then she typed.
"Maybe you will…"
She paused, then added another line, a faint smile growing as she did.
"I'd like you to see more of me."
Her pulse quickened slightly as she continued.
"And I wouldn't mind seeing more of you either."
She hit send before she could overthink it.
For a moment, she just stared at the screen, watching as the message was delivered. She felt like a teenage girl, giggling and waiting for a reply.
Then
Those three dots appeared.
'Oh, you're interested in me?" He replied.
She chuckled.
Just like that, the quiet evening wasn't so quiet. Actually, to an extent, it was. She spent the rest of the evening giggling and texting Mike. They talked about everything and anything. Then they began talking about their sexual life. She felt so free with him. It felt like they had known for years.
They talked about their favorite styles, sex escapades and even their sexual fantasies.
"What's a sexual fantasy you'd like to try?" Mike asked.
Tracy thought for a moment. "Well, I haven't fucked in a gym before. I would like to know how that feels."
Mike replied with laughing emojis.
Tracy bit her fingers; that was the bait. "Tell me yours." She asked.
At this point, Ed came into the room and asked what they were going to have for dinner.
Tracy looked up from her phone. "Well, the fridge is filled, I would rather grab a snack." Just then, her phone buzzed and Tracy's attention was drawn back to her phone.
"Well, I have pretty much done everything except fucking a woman your age." His message read.
She chuckled. This was getting pretty interesting.
Ed was surprised.
Tracy was the one who took healthy eating pretty seriously, but here she was giggling on her phone and talking about some late-night snack
Over the next couple of weeks, the texts between them became more intense.
They kept flirting and teasing each other. By the end of the week, Mike requested to see her body under the trainers.
She didn't hesitate. She stripped naked and took the pictures, then sent them to him.
Mike was stunned. He wasn't expecting such a well-defined, flawless and curved body from a woman past middle age.
"Careful, Mike… you might be enjoying training me too much."
"Maybe I am. Can you blame me?"
By the end of the second week, there was no pretending anymore.
During the session, Mike's hands stayed on her longer when correcting her form. His voice dropped when he spoke close to her ear. Sometimes, his fingers would brush her waist… her arm… her lower back, slowly moving down her arse.
Each time Tracy felt it, she leaned into it subtly.
One evening, after a particularly intense session, Tracy's phone buzzed before she even left the locker room.
"I think you were distracting me today."
It was Mike.
She smiled as she typed back. "How so?
"You are… but that's not the problem." He replied.
Her heart skipped. "And what is the problem?"
"I keep wanting to touch you more than I should."
Tracy stared at the message longer than she should have.
Then she replied.
"What's stopping you?"
Three dots appeared. Disappeared. Came back again.
Finally:
"Maybe I don't know if you'd let me."
She didn't hesitate this time.
"I already do."
The next day, everything became more intense and at this point, Tracy expected Ed to have noticed, but actually, he had noticed since the first week, but he intentionally ignored it
Mike's touches were intentional and the whole session looked more like a make-out session. A guiding hand that lingered at her hip. He had a steady grip on her waist.
Then slowly his hands brushed downwards to her crotch until they touched the fabric right above her pussy. It was pretty damp.
Tracy's body responded with a slight tremble. She looked back at him but didn't stop him. She looked in Ed's direction; he was directly facing them, but his line of sight was in another direction.
That night when they texted, Tracy decided to make a move and take things faster.
"You know… I've been wondering something." She began.
"What's that?"
She smiled, fingers hovering briefly before typing.
"Are you ever going to ask me to see you outside the gym…
A pause.
Then she added:
"Or are you just toying with an old woman?"
The reply came almost instantly.
"You're not that old.
Another message followed.
"And I'm definitely not toying with you."
Her pulse quickened.
"Then what are you doing, Mike?
This time, he didn't rush.
When the message finally came, it read.
"Trying to decide how far you're willing to go."
Tracy leaned back, a slow smile spreading across her lips.
"Why don't you stop deciding… and find out?" She hit send.
"Well, you can come to my place tonight." Mike replied.
That was it. Tracy stood in the kitchen, her back partially turned, phone in hand. Typing, pausing and typing again.
Ed noticed from where he sat in the living room.
He noticed unusual tension in her posture. The way her shoulders were slightly stiff and her mind seemed elsewhere.
"Everything okay?" he called casually.