Bump in the Night | By : Sun-Fox Category: +M through R > Real Ghostbusters Views: 481 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Later on, Ray was sitting in the lounge. He was watching Peter try to balance a book on his head. It was always interesting to see how this man attempt to be impressive for at least five minutes.
Ray saw Janine walking toward him and wondered what she was doing away from her desk. It wasn’t her breaktime yet. Normally when she came upstairs it was because she had important news to tell.
“Hey, Ray,” she said.
Ray was all ears.
“Oh, what is it, Janine?”
Janine pulled herself closer and started talking in a lower voice than usual.
“I figured that you’re a guy who could use some stress relief.”
Ray’s heart leapt from his chest and a smile burst from his face. Finally! It was his time!
“I figured we could do something at five-o-clock. You deserve it after all the work you do. Make sure to bring some comfy clothes because it involves movement and sweating.”
Ray nearly drooled at what he imagined he would do with her. Were they going to do oral? Doggy style? A handy? Whatever it was, those comfortable clothes were going to come at least partially off.
“Meet me at this address at four forty-five.” She handed him a small piece of paper with an address on it. New York City was a big enough place that, even though Ray was in a job where it was required to memorize addresses, he was not always sure of what homes or businesses were located at those addresses. Those were subject to change, after all. So, this was a new experience at a new place. How could he not contain his excitement?
Janine walked back to the stairs so she could resume her duties.
“She’s not the only one who will be getting off,” he told Peter.
Peter was still attempting to look at his own forehead while making sure the book was properly balanced.
“Not now, Ray,” he said, “The fate of the world is in the balance.”
“You’re just balancing a textbook on your head.”
“The fate of the world… a textbook… to-may-to, to-mah-to.”
Ray looked at the address again and chuckled. Five-o-clock couldn’t come soon enough.
Once five-o-clock rolled around, Ray was at the address on the piece of paper wearing sweatpants and a t-shirt. He was shocked and more than a little miffed at what he saw.
“Are you kidding me?!” he said.
Around him was a serene environment of houseplants, candles, electric indoor waterfalls and incense burners. The walls were painted a cranberry purple and the floors were shiny and treated. The people in front of them were rolling out their yoga mats while casually conversing with each other. The teacher was stretching in front of the miniature shrine of the Hindu deity that he revered.
Janine was next to ray wearing a different-colored tank top and exercise pants with a logo of a sportswear company printed on the side. She had her own yoga mat rolled up and tucked under her arm and a gym bag in the other hand.
“You took me to a yoga studio?!”
“Yeah. What did you think I meant by ‘stress relief with movement and sweating?’ We’re doing hot yoga today.”
“I thought you meant… never mind.” Like that, Ray’s heart sank again, even lower this time. Why did the universe do this to him? He sighed and join the rest of the class, making sure to take a spare yoga mat and towel from the shelves. Janine decided to sit next to him.
Five minutes before the class was about to start, Ray did a long-sitting hamstring stretch, partly to warm up and partly to blend in with the crowd. Then Janine tapped him on the shoulder.
“Huh?” he said.
Janine reached into her sweatpants pocket and took out a condom. She then turned her head and motioned toward the one-person bathroom on the right side of the room.
“After class?” she whispered.
Ray felt suddenly felt more awake and hopeful.
“Holy shit, you mean it?” he whispered.
“Sanjeep hangs out in the back room after his classes, so he’s not gonna notice us. I figured that we needed to do at least an hour of stretching to prepare us for what we’re going to do in there.”
The exercise that Ray was about to do today was not at all vigorous and yet his heartrate increased significantly. The excitement he felt was explosive. He giggled loud enough for the people around him to notice. His arousal was enough that he had to tell his brain not to send blood to his dick just yet (something that was a lot harder than fighting ghosts). Oh, Janine, you sly vixen, you. Janine, you sly all-woman, you. This was going to be a happy ending to an average day.
But doggy style would come later. Now he had to focus on downward-facing dog.
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