“You know (huff) you’re really not much of a personal trainer.” I said to Tom as I slowly lowered my ass down in the seat across from him. I had been running a little late so he was already sitting there, with a coffee in hand.
“Why do you say that?” He asked, a little confused, but with a really sexy smirk on his face. Not that I would ever complain about seeing Tom in his workout clothes, but it was nice to meet him outside of the gym where he was wearing a brown leather jacket and jeans. He looked so handsome with his five o’clock shadow looking exactly at five o’clock, just my type. I looked pretty hot as well, if I may say so. I wore my hair down, something Tom had not yet seen, and my makeup was on point. I also had on my favorite pair of jeans that really made my ass look fantastic, although they were way tighter than I remember and they were painfully digging into my waist.
-Dangerous Curves