Work Out
July 1970
Rollin laughed as Jennifer once again crawled away from his feet as he sat reading the newspaper. “Where you off too kiddo?” He called, rising to follow her.
Jennifer loved being on the move. It was something that disturbed Cinnamon when Jen started crawling, it wouldn’t be long till she would be walking and the highrise apartment would soon present some dangers.
The phone rang and Rollin watched his daughter crawl toward the master bedroom, obviously in search of her mother. Rollin grabbed the phone.
“Hello?”
Jennifer continued around the bedroom door. “Hang on Tom.” He said laying the phone aside. He crossed the room and found Jennifer headed for the bathroom. He scooped the child up from the floor. “Gotya!” He called as he flew her overhead. She squealed with delight.
Rollin carried her back to the living room and picked up the phone. “Sorry Tom, you were saying.”
Finishing his conversation, he carried the baby back to the nursery where Cinnamon was cleaning up the toys from the floor.
“Who was on the phone?” She asked, closing the top of the toybox.
“Tom. He asked me to lunch. He has my contract ready to sign.”
Cinnamon reached for Jennifer. “I thought I might drive out and check on the house as well.”
“It looks like a nice day for a drive.”
“Wanna come?”
“You go ahead.” Rollin wasn’t surprised. Cinnamon seemed to be avoiding the beach. After meeting Tom, he drove out to his house in Malibu. He’d spent little time there since Jennifer’s birth. They had briefly visited once or twice with the baby, but now it was more of an afternoon escape for him to grab some sun or learn his lines.
He opened the sliding glass door to the deck and ventured out. The sea breeze always relaxed him. He looked up and down the beach at the number of sunbathers. A fleeting thought of joining them crossed his mind, but he let it go and moved back inside, locking the door behind him. He collected his mail and returned to the carport.
The city seemed so much hotter than the beach – no breeze, more smog. As Rollin pulled off his freeway exit and was forced to stop for a red light, he unbuttoned another two buttons of his cotton short-sleeved shirt. He was glad he was wearing shorts and liked the feel of the hot sun on his thighs. He looked at his forehead in the mirror. Cinnamon was right. He needed to start wearing a hat when he drove the convertible or he’d burn increasingly more of his scalp. He sighed. Vanity was the actor’s lot. He’d remember his Dodgers cap next time he was checking on his Malibu bungalow.
Traffic was lighter on the last part of the drive. He appreciated the cooler air of the underground garage of Cinnamon’s building. He zipped to the top floor in the elevator. Rollin tossed his keys and Ray Bans onto the entry table happy to feel the air conditioning. The apartment seemed quiet. He moved to Jennifer’s bedroom to find Cinnamon and the baby. As he turned into the baby’s room he saw Cinnamon bend gracefully from the waist and reach her fingers toward the floor. He smiled adoringly at her long legs and firm round bottom. She didn’t realize he was there, so he kept quiet as she stretched from side to side, lengthening her hamstrings.
She wore a soft pink gymnastic leotard – a tank top and short shorts in a form fitting fabric. Her breasts were still enlarged from nursing, but remained pert enough to partially defy gravity. She raised slowly, stacking the vertebra of her back. Inhaling deeply, Cinnamon lowered herself to a mat on the floor and lay on her back. She extended her right leg straight up into the air, pointed her toe, then flexed her foot, then rotated her ankle in a gentle circle. Rollin watched as she repeated the stretch for her left leg. When she raised both legs together than opened them into a vee to release her hip flexors his sigh was audible.
Cinnamon stopped, but he reassured her quickly. “My favorite position.”
She tipped her head back to meet his eye. “You’re supposed to be having lunch with your agent.”
“Just coffee in the end. I just had to sign the contract and he had another meeting. Don’t stop on my account.”
Cinnamon smiled and turned to her side for leg lifts.
“I haven’t see you in a leotard in ages.”
“It’s related to why you haven’t seen me in a bathing suit.”
“I think you look great.” Rollin moved closer to her so he could improve his view and nodded toward the empty crib. “So where is our darling daughter, have you sold her to the gypsies?”
“She’s fast asleep in the middle of our bed.”
“Hmmm… the post-lunch nap. Cinnamon, you look fabulous.” He knelt beside her mat as she turned to all fours for rear leg extensions. She gave him a grimace as she re-positioned herself.
“Rollin, you forget that I am a professional and trained to look a bit more critically.”
Rollin reached for her leg, caressing her thigh as she gracefully kicked back. “You’re not going to try to tell me that I don’t have a critical eye.” She smiled as his hand moved lovingly over her bottom. “So how much of her nap have I missed?”
“Twenty minutes. You are not helping my concentration.”
“I’m just trying to turn it into a team workout.” He moved behind her, his hands on her waist, and kissed her neck.
“That’s clear.” Cinnamon gave up on her attempt to ignore him and slid back against him. His hands cupped her breasts. “Your hands are warm.”
“Top down.” His lips moved along her neck slickly as he slipped his fingers under the straps of her leotard.
Cinnamon laughed at his wordplay and sighed, turning in his arms as he lowered her straps and rolled the fabric to her waist. She lay back against the mat and his lips moved down her neck clearly headed for her breasts. “Take this off.” She tugged at his shirt and he quickly pulled it overhead, not bothering with the last of the buttons. He was hard and straining against his khaki shorts. “These too,”
She commanded.
As soon as he complied he mouthed her nipple, sucking with enough force to start the flow of her breast milk. Cinnamon nudged him away. “Okay, you’re very powerful. How about try a little tenderness on this side.”
Rollin smiled and sang softly, “She may be weary,” and quickly complied, his tongue delicately circling her aureole, the tip of his tongue flicking across her erect nipple. Cinnamon fingered the curls at the back of his neck, tracing the tendons in his neck, rubbing her thumbs down his shoulder blades and to his hips. She lifted her hips against his and he slid her leotard over her bottom. He stopped to sit up and roll the fabric down her long legs and over her pointed toes. He tossed it aside and lifted her left leg over his head so he could slide toward her torso between her legs. He kissed his way along her thighs. “You still have the greatest legs on the planet.”
Cinnamon lay back as his mouth moved tantalizingly closer to her opening. She was on fire and longed to feel his tongue against her. She sighed as he kissed her softly, moving his lips across her. She was already moist but she knew that as soon as his tongue probed inside her she would become even wetter. All her fears about sex after childbirth had been quickly put to rest. She enjoyed it as much as ever. Her breathing quickened and Rollin picked up on it. His finger joined his tongue and the combination brought her to a quick pleasurable climax.
“I’m glad I get to be your lunch date.”
He crawled up to meet her lips. “Me, too.”
His fingers caressed her soft skin and she raked her nails along his back. He tried to move her to her side but she stuck to the mat. He rose onto his knees “Cinnamon, I liked that other position a lot.”
She smiled. “This one?” and rose to all fours and sashayed her hips until she was in front of him.
“Yeah,” He said huskily as he moved between her legs pulled himself against her bottom. His hands reached around her to caress her stomach and hold her breasts. She shifted her weight from side to side, teasing him with the changing pressure. “Oh honey.” He moved his hand between her legs. She was still wet. He directed his erection under her and stroked beneath her relishing the feel of his rod sliding along her slick folds. “Cinnamon, I really want you.”
“Take me, Rollin.”
His hands moved to her hips and he flexed himself into her then pulled her back along his shaft. His breathing deepened. “You feel great. Is it good for you?”
“Hmm…yes, very nice.”
He curled along her back so his chest pressed against her skin. They were both damp and hot. He held his weight in one hand pressed against the mat. With the other he tweaked her nipples. “You feel so good.” In response, Cinnamon tipped her pelvis forward then back. Rollin met her pace and they rocked rhythmically. “Cinnamon, you’re making me crazy.”
“Good. Touch me.”
Rollin immediately moved his hand to her clitoris and rubbed it with his thumb. He pulled her back with him as he put his weight onto his heels. Cinnamon had to reach for the nearby rocker to keep her balance. She held the spindles of the chair back firmly as their motion was transferred to the chair.
He held her hips firmly as she bucked against him. “Oh God,” he moaned. He moved his lips to her neck, kissed and bit her, then whispered in her ear. “You feel so good.” He pulled out slowly and turned her, laying her back against the mat, his hand still pressed against her, looking inside her with his bright blue eyes. “And you are so beautiful.”
Cinnamon’s eye sparkled as they met his. He moved between her legs and she wrapped them around his hips. Their lips met as their bodies re-joined. The pace was slower, less frantic, and they used their intimate familiarity to build to a powerful mutual climax.
Rollin leaned on is forearms catching his breath. “Maybe I should start exercising with you on a regular basis.”
Cinnamon brushed his hair back across his forehead. “You turn my little stretching routine into quite a cardio-vascular workout. I guess it would be good for your heart.”
“You’re good for my heart.” He kissed her lovingly. Jennifer’s cry interrupted their cinch. They both laughed. “Both of you are. I’ll get her.”
“I’ll go with you. You know she’s got your theatrical sense of timing.”
Rollin rose and reached down for Cinnamon’s hand as she stood. “Fine by me. But if she gets your body we’re going to have to be on our toes sixteen years from now.” He stepped into his shorts and followed Cinnamon to the bedroom. “I do like the way you walk.”
THE END
Anna Neelis
Elena Vorska