Expressing My Desire

Jennifer was a very fit, athletic woman before her pregnancy. But, like many, she slacked off for several months after delivery. Now, she just wants her body back.

Late one night, she decides that enough is enough - she's going to get back into her pre-pregnancy shape and signs up for a gym membership at a 24-hour fitness club.

What she didn't count on was that her hunky, black neighbor was a spotter and when she lifts more than she can handle, he comes to her rescue.

In more ways than one!

Excerpt:

It had been an awfully long time since I had been to the gym. Nearly a year, by my calculations. Until I had gotten pregnant, I had been very active in weightlifting, yoga and swimming. But, things happened, and my body underwent some massive changes and I just didn't feel like working out anymore.
That was going to change, however. Today.

I waited until my little one was asleep before leaving her with my husband. I figured that going to the gym at night would give me the privacy that I needed to get back into shape while I was still lactating.

It wasn't until I arrived at the gym, that I realized that I had forgotten to express myself before leaving. Well shit! I was bound and determined that I wasn't going to let something like that stand in my way. It had been far too long since I had worked out and I was feeling slothful and a little flabby. I was just going to have to be careful so that my over-flowing milky breasts didn't squirt all over the place and make a big scene.

Nervously, I walked up to the entrance of the gym, unconsciously rubbing my tender, milk-filled breasts. I had learned that once you become pregnant, you tend to start making unconscious movements – such as rubbing your belly or comforting your aching breasts.

Just as I had expected, almost no one was in the gym. I showed the counter clerk my old membership card – which still had a couple of months left on it – and he let me right in, immediately turning his attention back to his solitaire game.

Perfect, I thought as I took a big sigh of relief. The place had been jazzed up a little since I had been there last. They had put in some new, modern equipment such as TVs and fancy treadmills, but other than that, it was still the same old familiar place that I had grown to love.

With a little more spring in my step, I strode to the locker rooms, found a corner locker and undressed. Even though my body wasn't that much out of shape, I was still a little bit self-conscious about it.

I brushed the palm of my hand over my aching, swollen breasts, wishing that I had expressed myself before I had left. I thought about milking myself in the bathroom or shower, but I really didn't want to waste the milk. This stuff was like liquid gold.

I closed my eyes, thinking about how long it had been since I had had sex. My husband was not very much interested in pregnant beach ball babes or lactating ladies for that matter and there had been many nights that I had wished for something more than my fingers.