Peloton Fantasy... by Mary Kay Holmes

Today, as I rode my Peloton bike and wished Cody Rigsby was my boyfriend (yes, I realize I'm not exactly his type), I drifted off into a lovely fantasy world where we could come together (pun intended). Not only did it get me through the class, it made my shower afterwards that much more amazing...

...and YES I will finish the story at some point, I promise. I need to know what is going to happen as much as you do, trust me. 

Enjoy! 

 

As I sat on the edge of the crystal clear pool, a chilly vodka tonic in my hand, I smiled at the view. Shimmering tanned bodies danced in wild abandon, the music pumping from the DJ booth driving more and more nude skin into the water. Between the cocktails and the bulges in everyone’s swimwear, this was definitely the ultimate choice for a solo vacation. 

I surveyed they crowd, waiting patiently for someone to pique my interest enough to abandon my perfect poolside location. Suddenly he emerged from the crowd, as if choreographed by the gods above, and walked slowly toward me. Time froze, my head tilted slightly to the right as I took in the exquisite view. 

His body was meticulously chiseled from bronze, only slightly contained by a pristine white speedo hugging his lean hips. Mirrored sunglasses hid the deep brown eyes beneath, two pools of heart-wrenching hunger I would soon lose myself in. The sun shone on him like a flood light set to follow, and when he smiled my stomach did backflips. 

When he stopped next to my hip his hand wrapped around my outer thigh and he leaned in to my neck, his warm breath smelling of sea water and iced coffee. As if poised to ask me a very private question, his lips sat close enough to my ear for each follicle to beg for a millimeter more. I waited, the anticipation making my thighs tremble.

Then he pulled back, smiled that deviously delicious smile, and turned to walk away. 

“Hey!” I called to him, “you think you can just walk over here with those lips and leave me hanging?” The words escaping my mouth were driving themselves, my brain no longer in control of my body’s desires.

The statue froze, head bent a bit in front of him as if he was amused, then shot a glance back over his defined shoulder. I smiled to myself in anticipation. 

As he turned to face me he removed his sunglasses and I found myself lost in his inviting eyes. Time stood still for a brief moment and my heart rate began to rise, the sound of my breath deepening as my longing for him grew unbearable. He strolled toward me, taking in my body as he licked his lips. His hands landed on my knees and gently spread them apart, placing his body against mine. Our faces inches apart, I felt his hands reach around and pull my lower back toward him as he kissed me. 

My hands immediately found their way to his abs and traced the line from his hip to beneath his swimsuit line, grazing the tip of his flesh with my fingers. As his tongue dove deep inside my mouth, I reached around and pushed my hands inside his suit and cupped his perfect ass in my hands. Pulling him close to me, I could feel his hardness between my legs, paper thin spandex the only thing keeping our bodies from connecting. 

His hands reached up and massaged my breasts, pulling my string bikini top slightly to the side so he could place my nipple between his teeth. I leaned my head back and closed my eyes, the sensation of his silky lips on my skin etherial. As I leaned forward and coaxed his lips back to mine, I lifted my leg and wrapped it around his waist to get a better angle on his perfectly outlined hardness. 

A moan escaped his lips as I pressed into him, his teeth sinking into my neck. 

“Is there somewhere we can go?” I whispered into his neck.

As his hand slid my bikini bottom to the side and touched me delicately with his thumb I quickly realized we weren’t going anywhere…

 

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After what seems like eternity, he lowers his hands to his side, leans back against the wall and exhales. With his eyes closed, his chin aimed into the fuzzy light, he looks like an athlete after a hundred mile run. Strong. Gorgeous. Resourceful. I don’t know him and yet I am suddenly not afraid. There is something about him that surrounds me in effortless calm, in safety, in warmth. I stare at him unabashedly as my body slowly transitions my adrenaline from flight to tingle. My breathing slows and fills my belly with everything it needs. I feel warm, rooted, human. I have no fear of him opening his eyes and catching me, in fact I begin to long for it. I crave the moment when he will realize I am staring at him, into him, and he will come for me without moving. Each passing moment makes me desperate to have his undivided attention replace my despair with comfort. 

I watch his chest rise and fall, the beads of sweat on the tips of his hair dripping onto his frayed shirt. The slight parting of his lips as he catches his breath and calms is doing the exact opposite to me. My pulse quickens as my blood pumps furiously through my veins, and my inner thighs quiver slightly. 

Eyes open and lock. I stand as still as I ever have, I do not want this moment to leave, to change, to become anything it is not. My body feels a traveling heat wash over me, as if warm oil has begun to leak from the ceiling in a small waterfall. The sensation caresses my neck, across my collar bone, down between my breasts and beneath my sweat soaked tank. 

Neither of us move, despite the magnetic pull in my belly.