Elena stood rooted to the spot on her bedroom floor as she stared at Ryan and then at the outstretched tray.

"Good morning, Mrs. Elena. My mother said she didn't eat yesterday, so I offered to bring her breakfast. I hope I didn't disturb her rest."

"Ryan said. His eyebrow piercing gleamed in the light."

"Uh, no. You... I... I was resting. I forgot to eat."

Elena stuttered as she took the food tray from his hands and closed the door in his face.

"I'm sorry, I'm still not feeling very well. Thank Felicia for me," she said from behind the closed door, hoping he could hear her from the other side.

"It was bad enough seeing him in dreams, almost having sex with him in dreams. But why would he show up at her door? The universe was definitely playing a trick on her."

She looked at the ceiling. "Can't you have compassion for me? I'm just a girl," she whispered.

Elena carried the food tray to her nightstand and sat down in front of it, staring at the table. This was the room she shared with her husband. She didn't want to imagine anyone else touching her in that same bed. "But you imagined Ryan, absorbing you into oblivion," her dirty mind whispered.

"Of course!" Elena said aloud, without addressing anyone in particular.

Yes, yes, she imagined him, dreamed of him, imagined and desired the great length of his veiny penis filling her. But on the exercise machine at the gym was Ryan. He was wearing nothing but tight gym shorts. Sweat glistened on his broad back and trickled down his shorts.

She couldn't see his face from her angle, but what she saw was enough to make her stomach clench. She froze, the muscles in her back tensing beneath her skin as she moved, running at full speed.

I was wearing headphones, so I hadn't heard her come in.

He hadn't even turned around or slowed down, so Elena took it as a pleasant surprise and leaned against the nearest wall, watching him.

Elena felt drool escaping from her parted lips.

Her nipples hardened as she sucked into his tight ass while he ran.

His fingers went straight to her tight nipples, which stood erect like projectiles. She moaned at the sensation, grateful that he hadn't noticed her presence.

He slid back, going even further into the shadows, until he was leaning against the door.

Enveloped by the darkness of the shadows, Elena felt safer and continued to clutch her chest.

She continued watching him, his biceps flexing as he exercised.

Ryan's Point of View

Ryan noticed her as soon as she ran into the gym. She'd practically knelt down and begged her mother to let him bring her breakfast. Elena was a beautiful woman.

With firm breasts and a narrow waist that led to the most beautiful and bouncy bottom he had ever seen on a woman. When he first saw her, she seemed so nervous that he could smell her excitement and couldn't tell if it was because of him or someone else.

In any case, the mere sight of her body, her voluminous lips and her stunning blue eyes, cost him everything he had to avoid cornering her against the kitchen counter and having sex with his mother watching.

Ryan had always gotten any girl he wanted; he didn't need to try too hard to woo them.

They always came to him. Little vixens begging for the tip of his cock. But he was very picky about food. Not just any girl had the privilege of being fucked by him.

Ryan went to bed that night wondering how the hell someone like Alex could get a girl as beautiful as Elena. It was clear he wasn't getting good sex. He wished she'd give him that gorgeous ass and let him watch her fuck her until she was satisfied. He'd only been there a day, but he'd already masturbated four times.

Every time he closed his eyes, he saw her face, eyes closed, writhing beneath him and coming several times. He imagined her voice and what it would sound like if she moaned his name.

After dropping my breakfast and seeing her looking so stunning, with her breasts moving under her blouse begging me to grab them with my hands.

He was grateful that she had slammed the door on him, or it would have been very difficult for him to get out of there.

He ran downstairs to his room, his hand on his growing erection, and took a very cold shower, but it still didn't calm him down. He still wanted her lips on his cock. He still wanted to plunge his tongue into her cunt and suck on it like a hungry child.

Ryan ran to the gym to relieve his urges, only for her to walk in too.

What she didn't know was that there was a small dark mirror in front of her sewing machine that allowed her to see everything behind it, including herself as she pinched her breast through the fabric of her nightgown.

"She's looking at me and fiddling with herself. I'll give her something to look at," Ryan said quietly as he slowed his sewing machine down until it stopped and he got off.

He picked up a dumbbell, still without looking at it, sat down on a bench and began to exercise, flexing his arm muscles and putting on a show.

She kept her eyes fixed on the mirror as she watched her hands slide down from her chest to the waistband of her pajamas. Ryan felt his mouth water and go dry at the same time. His penis was hard, becoming painfully obvious, peeking out of his athletic shorts.

"Fuck," Ryan exclaimed loudly.

She could no longer contain herself. She didn't care if she was married to a CEO or the president.

He wanted her, he needed to fuck her. And he always got what he wanted.