The Little Black Dress

'A little exercise!' She exclaimed 'You can be my personal trainer any day.', as she slid off the table.

Following her down I start to get dressed. She found her thong and I pause to watch as she bends to put it on, she really did have a gorgeous little bum. She settles them in place then wanders over to a mirror she's spotted hanging on the wall.

'Shit! Look at the state of me, I look like I've been fucked on a pool table.'

She did indeed look that way; her hair was a tangle, her makeup had run and her dress was crumpled.

'Think I'd better go and find a bathroom.'

As I pull my jacket on she walked over, 'About that personal training...'

'Hmmmm?'

'Would you be interested in the position?'

'I'm not looking for a girlfriend Chloe.'

'And I've already got a boyfriend, one's enough. This would be more of a...of an occasional, advisory role.'. She grinned that grin of hers; wide, white teeth and sexy.

I stand and look at her for a minute, and at her little black dress, she very much looks her 19 again. Smile, pull out my mobile, 'OK I can cope with that, although not sure if I can cope with your energy, but I'll give it a go. Do you want to give me your number.'