Chapter 2 - The Baseline
The next morning, we got up before dawn in order to get in
some exercise before we had to leave for work. Even though I was not
playing racquetball I put on my pantyhose and exercise stretch pants
under a tee-shirt. Kelly put on leggings and a leotard, then added an
oversize tee-shirt herself.
"When you lose a little weight, I'm determined to convince you
to lose the tee-shirt. You look better in your leotard. Show off a
little!" I teased.
"Not yet, but maybe later. Besides, you're wearing a loose
tee-shirt, too."
"I don't have the shape to show off, like you do."
"Not yet," she repeated with a chuckle, "but when we get you
in that corset, we may have to get you a leotard, too."
My response to that comment, even with the pantyhose, showed
clearly through my tight pants, provoking a pointing finger and
another laugh from my tormentor.
"Maybe we should get a different kind of exercise this
morning," I growled in mock anger as I grabbed at her.
"Nope," she danced away, "we have to weigh-in this morning."
At the club, we watched each other weigh-in on the new
electronic scale. My weight stabilized at 172.6 pounds, and hers at
141.2. Both of us shook our heads.
"This better work," I said. "We can't keep drifting up like
this. Let's set the baseline at exactly 170 for me and 140 for you.
That will be easier to remember."
"Okay," she said, "you're on."
We proceeded to the stairmasters where as usual I set a faster
pace than she did. Kelly's place of business was a lot closer to our
house than mine and I needed to get done so that I could get on the
road sooner. Then I moved on to the circuit of exercise machines,
finishing up with a few laps of the indoor track. By that time she
was into the machines herself, but far from through.
"See you at the house," I called, provoking only an answering
nod as she strained against the resistance of the machine.
By the time she got home, I had already showered and shaved
and was ready to leave. I gave her a quick kiss, and reached up under
her tee-shirt to caress her softly-swelling curves. "Want to make me
late for work?" I asked with a lover's leer.
"Oh go on. You have a one-track mind," she pretended to snap,
but her smile took all the heat away from her words. "Don't get my
sweat against your suit. I'll see you tonight."
"Promises, promises," I laughed as I went out the door.
