Chapter 13 Day 2

Jon was working out in the hotel gym just as Gail was in hers.  He was pounding the path and sweat was glistening on his rock hard body, looking like it was covered in baby oil. He heard a noise of a door opening, turned to check who was disturbing him and just about fell of the treadmill with shock.

‘Fuck me Dean, what the hell are you doing up at this hour?’  He started to slow down, gently coming to a stop; he grabbed his water and chugged down about half, then stared at Richie.

Richie pushed him out the way and started with a slow walk on the mill, then faster and faster till he was at a flat-out pace.

‘Ah I get it, a certain lady is on your mind and you need to work off some, what feelings, emotions?’

Richie started to slow, finally stopping and grabbing Jon’s water and finished it. ‘Stop being a smartass Kidd!’

‘Jesus Rich, a blind man could see the electricity coming from both of you. Hell, if they’d had a power cut, they could have hooked you too up and powered London!’

Richie tried to change the subject, ‘Any idea what time Laurels opens?’ He was desperate to find Gail again.

‘Man, you’ve got it bad! I grabbed a leaflet, it’s in my jacket upstairs.’

‘So, you finished?’ At Jon’s nod, he’d been down there since six, Richie said ‘Let’s go.’ And he all but dragged him out of the gym and to the lift.

‘Christ Richie, I can walk on my own ya know!’ Jon sniped jerking his arm out of Rich’s grasp.

‘Aw hell I’m sorry, but I need to make sure I can contact her!’

‘Rich, we’re going over there and we won’t leave till you have her number and I get a chance to pitch the job to her properly!’ By now they’d got into Jon’s suite and he was searching for the leaflet. ‘Here it is they open in …. An hour, at nine. So, I’m going to have a shower, breakfast and then we’ll head out about nine, okay?’

‘Yeah fine, I’ll see you later.’ With that he headed for his own suite, letting himself in he headed straight for the shower, images of Gail’s face swimming in his mind, his dick responded, and he muttered. In the bathroom, he peeled off his tank and sweats, hell he’d only run but he’d soaked the damn things! He looked into the mirror, he didn’t look bad for forty-eight, even if he said so himself. He sucked in his gut and turned this way and that, then let it go, well what there was to let go, he’d been in training for the start of this new tour. Could a woman like Gail give him a second look? Hell, he knew lots of women threw themselves at Jon and him, but this was different, he wanted her to see him as normal, not just a rock star lay!

Shaking his head, he turned on the water, checked it and stepped in.

The hot water cascaded over his head and down his shoulders as he leant into the water, his arms braced on the wall. The water sluiced down between his shoulder blades, down his tanned back and over his butt cheeks; it carried on down his thighs and his legs, all he could think of was that the water was Gail’s hands or hair, that hair lord, his erection was now at full mast waving at him. He swore up one side and down the other, trying to ignore it he leant back and let the water run over his muscled chest and down a taught abdomen. When it got to his dick his breath sucked in between his teeth and it encased him, just like she would once he was buried deep within her.

He snapped his eyes open, cursed then got the shower gel and sponge quickly soaping himself down and praying his dick would die down, otherwise people were going to give him some damn funny looks later.

As he soaped his dick he had a fleeting thought about jerking off, but he’d not done that in years and he sure as hell wasn’t going back to it now. He started to talk to his dick telling it there was no way in hell he’d play with himself so calm the hell down.

Ten minutes later as he stepped dripping from the shower, it had died down and he quickly dried himself and as he hooked the towel about his hips he heard a banging on the door which could only herald Jon, and hopefully some damn coffee!