When the convention was over my new friends and I set up a blog "Tempt the Cougar". Yeah, we all like the idea of younger men. Maybe because none of us had men in our lives and we spent four days looking at cover models. Whatever the case, our blog became the way we'd communicate and share ideas, gripes, whines and questions.
Until Monica took it a step further and issued a challenge - get out there an find ourselves a younger man. Gulp! It was fine to talk about, dream and fantasize about. But doing it is a whole other ball of twine! I wasn't sure I had what it takes and truth be told I was the caboose of this train. All the other gals took up the challenge. One by one I watched and read and listened as they found men. Not all of it was a piece of cake but in the end they all found something that made them happy.
Leaving me, sitting at home, gnawing my nails and being the chicken-shit of the group. The most I could muster was to join a gym and sign up for a personal trainer.
That's when major event number two happened and boy was it major. My personal trainer. Lee Holiday was not at all what I expected. Who would've thought that signing up for a personal trainer would result in me being escorted to a fancy fundraiser (where my cheating rat-bastard ex and his Barbie doll were in attendance) by a man who looks like a woman's wet dream come to life?
Or that said wet dream would have me howling at the moon in the ladies room during the event?
Yep, joining the gym definitely changed my life. And complicated it. Sure, I love being with Lee. What woman in her right mind wouldn't? I'm experiencing things I've only read about in erotic romance novels. But there's a catch. Lee wants more than just a good time. And that's the rub. The man is ten years younger than me!
Before my head could stop spinning from the first two major events, the third hit. This group of writers heard about our blog and what was happening with us and wanted to write our stories. Yes, it's true. I nearly fainted when I got an email from Ciana Stone, asking if she could talk to me about what had happened in my life since I met the other girls at RomantiCon.
Well, at first I was reluctant, as you might imagine. But then I met with Ci and we clicked. Within an hour I was blabbing all.
Which brings me here, to this blog, telling all of you about my dirty little secrets. Well, not dirty - that just sounded good. If you'd like to know more then stay on the look-out for the book Ci wrote about me, "Cam's Holiday". And you can even get a little sneak preview if you like. Ci's provided an excerpt for you that I'm pasting below.
Thanks and I hope that one day all of you are lucky enough to find yourself surrounded by great friends AND having yourself an experience that tops everything you've dreamed of. It's a life-altering moment. Take it from me.
Cam
Excerpt from Cam's Holiday:
Lee checked the clock in his office. Looked like Camille wasn’t going to show for her next session. Shame. There was something about her that really appealed to him. That wasn’t an everyday occurrence. He saw a lot of women, got hit on by a lot of them but rarely did one intrigue him. Camille did.
Disappointment reared its head and he shoved it aside. It just wasn’t meant to be that he get to know the woman behind those big smoky eyes.
A knock on the door had him turning.
“Am I too late?” The object of his thoughts peered up at him as he opened the door.
Lee grinned. The last time he’d seen her she was wearing baggy sweat pants, a man’s t-shirt that reached halfway down her thighs and her hair twisted into a knot on the top of her head.
The woman gazing up at him now had a fresh-faced, scrubbed look. Long rich brown hair pulled up in a ponytail, a tank top, and gym shorts that displayed firm muscular legs. Only the eyes were the same. Smoky blue with a slightly almond shape, they seemed to look right inside him. He hoped that it was simply an illusion. It wouldn’t be good for his reputation for her to know what he was thinking at the moment. That instead of training her in physical fitness, he’d far rather get physical with her in a very intimate way.
“Not at all, Ms. Stockton,” he replied and held the door for her to enter.
“Please, call me Cam. And I’m sorry to be late. I got caught up in … well, never mind. I am sorry”
Their eyes met and he was surprised at the spike of excitement that flared inside him. It wasn’t his imagination. There was something happening here. Would they act on it? He hoped so, but wasn’t going to rush into it. The journey toward satisfaction was far too enjoyable.
“Are you ready?”
“For?”
Her question gave him pause. That low sexy voice of hers was modulated perfectly to make the word sound sexual and hot.
“Well, that depends.”
Cam felt her insides literally tingle. Unless she was way off the mark, the attraction was mutual. That both excited her and made her a nervous. It had been quite a while since she’d experienced anything like this. A very long time since she’d been adept at the single life. She wasn’t sure she remembered all the rules to the attraction game.
And truth be told, she’d never been very good at playing games. Maybe part of shedding her old life and rediscovering herself was to let go of the behavior patterns she adopted when she married and get back to the Cam that existed before marriage. That Cam wasn’t shy about speaking her mind, about shooting straight from the hip.
But what if he took offense? That question gave her pause. Until she heard her friend Edie in her head /So what if he does? If he doesn’t like you for who you are then he’s not for you. You’re through living to please a man, Cam. Time to please yourself./
A sudden rush of courage had her looking up into his eyes.
“Mr. Holiday—“
“Lee.”
“Lee,” she said with a smile. “I’m not one for games so I’ll tell you straight out. You’re hot. Damn hot. And yes, there’re a lot of things I can think of that I’d love to do with you or to you. A whole lot. But we don’t know each other and despite the fact that you’re the most lickably divine man I’ve met in a long time, I don’t jump between the sheets fast. I’m one of those old-fashioned gals. I need to get to know a man a little before I take him to bed. And then there’s the little matter of the age difference.”
The smile he gave her was enough to have her blood race. “I appreciate your candor. And I admit there are a lot of things I’d rather be doing with you right now other than working out. But I respect a woman who doesn’t move too fast. And I like the flirtation phase. Jumping past it seems like a waste.”
He paused for a split second. “And as far as age goes, I don’t think I’m too old for you, Cam. In fact, I’d say the age difference is just about perfect.”
Cam laughed. “And you’re quite the flatterer, too. Look, we both know I’m—older. You don’t have to pretend otherwise.”
“I wasn’t. Okay, I was flirting, but with honesty.”
For one split second Cam wondered if she’d finally met Mr. Right. Then she quickly discarded the notion. It was way too early for such thoughts. Besides, as he said, the flirtation phase shouldn’t be rushed.
“Well, in that case, how about flirting me into better shape?”
“Honey, your shape looks fantastic to me.”
“Well the not so good parts are artfully hidden.”
“Yeah? Let’s see.”
“See?”
“Yeah, take off your tank top. You’re wearing a sports bra. If you want to get the maximum results we have to know what to work on.”
Cam shrugged and stripped off her tank top. If her body was going to turn him off might as well go ahead and find out.
Lee looked her up and down and walked slowly around her. “Good muscle tone. If you want a six-pack I can help you get there, but I don’t really think it’d be the best look for you. You’re not a tall woman. Too much muscle mass and it’ll make you look shorter and –“
“Stumpy?”
“Well that isn’t exactly the word I was searching for, but yeah, in a way. I think you want to stick with toning and maybe a little definition but not too much.”
“So, you think you can do me better than I can do myself?”
The smile he gave her let her know that he didn’t mind a little sass in the attitude, and the double entendre didn’t go over his head.
“I promise you that I can do you much better than you can do yourself.”
“Big promises,” she teased.
“Iron clad money-back guarantee.”
At the raise of her eyebrow and a sassy smirk, he smiled. “Honestly, I think you look damn good the way you are. However, I’m professionally obliged to say I can get you into even better shape. If I say no, then you might not come back.”
His answer thrilled her. Knowing that he was interested in spending time with her, even if it was in the gym, was exciting.
“Well then, I’m all yours.”
Lee titled his head back, closed his eyes, and groaned. “Oh honey, please don’t put it that way or you’ll make me eat my words about enjoying the flirtation.”
“Purely in a fitness sort of way,” she added with a chuckle.
“Right. Okay. Putting my professional hat back on. So I can best determine what level to start you why don’t you tell me what your current fitness regimen is?”
“Well, I run every day. About 5 miles. I do weigh training – nothing serious. Minimal I suppose, just enough to stay toned and I do yoga.”
“What style yoga?”
“I really like Baron Baptiste's power yoga style the best.”
Eli smiled and nodded. “Like to personalize it to fit you?”
“Exactly.”
“Okay, then why don’t we start with a little cardio warm up? Say twenty minutes?”
“Sounds good.”
He led her to the cardio center and gestured toward the rows of elliptical walkers, treadmills, stationary bikes, and Stairmasters. “Take your pick.”
Cam chose one of the elliptical walkers, a model that provided upper as well as lower body exercise. Lee got on one beside her and in silence they started their warm-up.
She couldn’t help glancing over at him. Dressed in a tank top and shorts, he was very easy on the eyes. He had the look of a gymnast, strong and fit with muscles in all the right places, but none of the bulk of a bodybuilder. It was sexy and sleek and fit him well.
His eyes met hers when her gaze moved to his face. “Mind if I ask a personal question?”
“No, not at all.”
“Is that the real color of your eyes or are those contacts?”
“Real. Nothing artificially enhanced.”
“You have beautiful eyes. Exotic and a little mysterious. Like the twilight. You know what the day has held, but what the night will bring is still a mystery.”
Cam lost a beat in her pace. Did he have a clue how totally sexy he was? That low deep voice, soft-spoken words and penetrating eyes was enough to have her feeling decidedly damp, and it had nothing to do with the physical exertion.
“If this is a ploy to raise my heart rate you’re doing a damn good job.”
“Honey my heart rate’s been elevated since I turned and saw you standing there.”
“Flirt,” she said with a grin.
“Damn skippy.”
They shared a laugh and finished their warm-up with a few heated looks and verbal sparring. When she hopped off the machine, he followed, grabbed a couple of towels from a stack and tossed her one.
“Water?”
“That’d be great,” she said and mopped her face and neck.
Lee went to the social/bar area of the gym where members could sit and enjoy a healthy light meal or get a protein shake or water. He grabbed a couple of bottles of water and headed back into the gym.
Cam was stretching, bent over with the torso of her body flattened out on her legs. The legs of her gym shorts rose with the position to reveal part of her firm round rear, making one part of his anatomy start on the road to a full salute.
He took his time crossing the gym, enjoying the show. She moved effortlessly from the forward bend to an upright position, her arms over her head. Slowly and with impressive grace she bent backwards, not stopping until the palms of her hands were flat on the floor behind her.
“That inspires a lot of wicked thoughts,” he announced his presence.
She rocked her body forward and recovered from the backbend with ease. “Wicked, eh?”
“Decidedly wicked.”
“I like wicked.”
“Really?” He handed her a bottle of water. “How wicked?”
“Depends,” she said and turned the bottle up to down half of it, then smiled at him. “What’cha got in mind, handsome?”
Lee wanted to say stripping her naked and bending her over a weight bench, but that would not have prolonged the game.
“How about sensual exercise?”
“Sensual? Is there really such a thing?”
“Say yes and find out.”
She gave him a look hot enough to have him wishing he had on looser shorts as she answered, “Yes.”
Ciana Stone - Bio:
Ciana is a country gal from North Carolina who currently calls Florida home. Blissfully married to her own personal knight in shining armor, she has two children and three grandchildren. She is a photographer and artist and occasionally dabbles in video. Her favorite things are her honey man and family, playing disc golf, working out, being outdoors, reading and hanging out with friends. Her least favorite things are people who complain and whine and reptiles (because they give her a case of the creeping willies).
Ciana's sites:
www.cianastone.com
www.temptthecougar.blogspot.com
www.myspace.com/CianaStone
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