I found the tie at the back of her halter top and
untied it. She backed away and allowed it to fall to the floor
in front of her, barring her breasts to me for the first time. I
moaned with lust at their beauty. This was no frustrated
anorexic exercise freak. This was a healthy adult woman who
respected her body enough to take care of it and who also had a
great body to begin with.

Her breasts were perfect. They projected straight out
from her chest without any hint of sag. While obviously well
supported by underlying muscle, they were not the breasts of a
body builder. Her light brown areolae were capped with nipples
which stood out from the surrounding flesh like the tips of small
fingers.

She allowed my inspection to continue for a few
moments, and then, “My turn,” she said, pulling my t-shirt out of
my jeans and over my head. We embraced once more, each gasping
as our flesh met skin to skin for the first time. Her nipples,
hardened with arousal, dug into my flesh like two points of
flame. We kissed again and my hands were all over her back,
stroking, kneading, caressing.

“What about you?”

“Lisa, if you’re serious about going through with this
reward thing, you’ll be the second woman to whom I’ve made love
in my lifetime, and since I outgrew masturbation about the same
time my voice changed for good, I’d say that I’m in about the
same shape as you.”

“Good. Now, give me that bag and I’ll show you
inside.”

She gave me a quick tour of the place, ending back in
the living room. The mid afternoon sun was shining through the
pine trees making dancing patterns on the living room floor.
Lisa was holding both of my hands in hers and we were facing each
other in front of the fire place. By mutual consent and without
words we moved together. My arms went around her waist and hers
went around mine. Our mouths met in a light kiss — just lip
contact. Her perfume, light and sweet but not overpowering, came
up to greet me.

“You smell delicious,” I murmured into her ear.

“You smell like a man. A man that I very much want to
make love to right now.”

Our mouths met again and this time we held the kiss,
our tongues beginning to dance with one another, probing,
piercing, licking. Our bodies pressed together. I could feel
her breasts pressing against me. I know she had to be able to
feel my erect member pressing against her.

The kiss finally broke. She disengaged herself from my
embrace and began to walk out of the room. I followed. Within
moments we were in the master suite, standing by the king size
bed, embracing once more.

I laughed. She hadn’t been kidding. I threw some
things into a duffle bag and headed for the lake.

It was a beautiful drive. Early June in our part of
the world can either be great or horrible. This had been a great
June so far and it promised to be a great weekend to be at the
lake. I couldn’t have cared less about the weather, though,
since I planned on spending most of my time indoors.

I was a little nervous. I hadn’t been intimate with a
woman other than my wife since 1973 and she was the only one with
whom I had ever had sexual intercourse. I may not have been very
relatable, but I was definitely monogomous. So, I didn’t know
how things were going to go, and I really wanted to please Lisa.

Following the instructions on the back of the map, I
soon found my way up the long winding drive to the top of the
hill overlooking the lake where Lisa’s “cabin” was. Some cabin.
Three bedrooms, including a master suite with a jacuzzi on a deck
overlooking the lake. Big living room with a field stone fire
place. Lots of comfortable looking furniture and hardwood
floors. Lots of glass facing the lake. Large boathouse with
what appears to be living quarters above. Space for two or three
boats. One, a large inboard is tied up to the dock.

Lisa came out to meet me when I pulled up to the car
port. She looked great in a pair of shorts and a halter top. A
five foot nine inch vision of firm, healthy flesh topped with
that beautiful brown hair (you can have your blondes — I’ll
take brunettes every time).

“You made it! I wasn’t sure you’d come.”

She ran over to my side of the car and grabbed me in a
big hug as soon as I got out.

“Who could resist an invitation like that? Of course I
came.”

“I’m glad. This has been a long six months for me.”

“Oh? Why?”

“While you’ve been dieting and exercising, I’ve been
completely celibate. I haven’t even masturbated.”

I was a little startled by this admission, masturbation
not usually being a subject I discuss with women.

Believe it or not, after the first few sessions, I
began to enjoy the aerobics workouts for their own sake, rather
than just because I thought I might get into the instructor’s
pants. Over the three month period we occasionally went out for
coffee after a workout session, but the subject of her cabin in
the woods and what we might do there did not come up for further
discussion.

That’s why I was kind of surprised when I opened my
mail today. There was a card with a note inside and a map. The
note said “Every Good Boy Deserves A Favor” (which also happens
to be the title of my favorite ‘Moody Blues’ album) and it was
signed “Your Breathless With Anticipation Aerobics Instructor”.
The map showed the route to a lake near the city where I live.
There were written instructions on the back of the map.