Free The Sexy Stranger Bundle by Tiffany Madison

that’s for sure,” he said, his eyes slowly moving down my body.
    I wasn’t sure if he knew that I noticed him giving me a once over, or that he didn’t care.
    “Is this your first time here?” he asked, his eyes finally resting on my face once again.
    I nodded.
    “Yea, it is. In fact, it’s my first time ever in a gym,” I said. “So, I can use all the help that I can get.’
    Drake smiled and said, “Okay, well the first thing that I like to do is to go in the yoga room to stretch. They crank the heat up in there, which makes it easier on your muscles.”
    After he spoke, Drake turned and headed to a room that was tucked in the back corner of the gym. I followed him without question. A burst of anxiety shot through me as I anticipated my first real work out ever.
    I hope he goes easy on me...
    Drake pulled the doors open to the hot yoga room and I followed him in. It felt like we were stepping into an oven and as soon as I was inside, I felt a layer of sweat build on my skin.
    “Wow,” I commented. “It’s really hot in here.”
    Drake raised an eyebrow and looked at me like that was the silliest thing I could have ever said.
    “It is the hot yoga room,” he said, sarcastically.
    I chuckled, embarrassed by my obvious statement.
    The room probably could have fit thirty people, but this day, it was completely empty except for Drake and I. The floors were covered in hardwood that squeaked as I walked and when I looked up, I noticed two of the walls were completely covered in full-length mirrors.
    The door closed behind us and I felt the room get hotter immediately, as we became shut off from the rest of the air-conditioned gym. Drake walked to the corner of the room and grabbed a yoga mat, laying it in the middle of the floor.
    “Okay, lay down on your back,” he said.
    I breathed deep, feeling the hot air enter my lungs. Then I stepped over to the mat and laid down.
    Drake stood above me, towering over me and making me feel even tinier in his presence. It made me feel vulnerable as I laid at his feet, like he was in total control and I was helpless. There was something about that feeling that I liked, though. It wasn’t as intimidating as it was attractive.
    “Give me your foot,” he ordered.
    I lifted my leg up and Drake grabbed my foot.
    “Keep your leg straight when I do this,” he said, as he began pressing my foot back toward my head.
    With my leg straight, I felt the muscle on the back of my thigh begin to stretch. Drake leaned forward a bit, using some of his weight to help stretch the tight muscle.
    Wow, this feels good...
    As he continued leaning forward, the stretch began to loosen the muscle in my butt too. I closed my eyes, enjoying the feeling. I had never had someone help me stretch before and it felt amazing.
    When I opened my eyes, I noticed that Drake was looking down at my crotch, where my tight shorts were clinging up against my pussy. I’m sure he was staring at the obvious mound created by my womanhood and I immediately began to feel self-conscious.
    “I think this leg is good,” I said.
    Drake brought his gaze back up to me. A look of lust was in his eyes.
    Who is this guy?
    As much as I was attracted to this man, I didn’t know if I could trust him completely.
    Drake let go of my leg immediately and said, “Okay, other leg.”
    I gave him my other foot and he did the same thing, stretching my thigh deeply and leaning his weight into me.
    With Drake’s weight on top of me, I felt like a little toy doll. His strength was intense and I was amazed how he handled me, his strong hands gripping me and making me feel powerless.
    Drake’s gaze moved down to my chest, where he held it there for a moment.
    “Ahem,” I cleared my throat, sarcastically. “I’m up here.”
    Drake didn’t say a word, though, as he broke his gaze from my chest. His facial expression didn’t change either. It was as though he did not care one bit that I had caught him staring.
    I watched as he