Bella Lisa & Her Beast

Chapter One-4

With lips slightly parted, she let herself stare.

Men stare at me all day long, why can’t I be the one who stares for a change?

Though she was experienced in fighting off boyfriends who always insisted on getting naked with her, she had never seen a physical specimen of that size and girth before, even in the naughty magazines her girlfriends surreptitiously passed around at school. She kept checking his eyes in the mirror every few moments to make sure he didn’t catch her looking. He stood stiff and straight as a statue as he pumped the iron, his eyes focused on a point above her head. Bella Lisa intuitively knew the instant a man was ogling her, even if he was doing it from behind her. But he seemed completely oblivious to her as she watched his rippling muscles, his thick blue veins, his striated abs and the outline of his enormous erection. Her mouth was dry and she caught herself licking her lips. She took a sip of coffee, smiled and enjoyed the view.

After Williamson was quite sure Ms. Mauricio had gotten an eyeful, he put the free weights back on the rack and placed his palms on the glass surface of the wall, leaning forward to stretch out his hamstrings. Peering into the front door of the lobby, Cogworthy placed a call to Luman, who sent the elevator back down. The whoosh of the door opening startled Bella Lisa back to reality. Williamson watched her take another sip of her coffee, step in, turn around and press her floor. He resisted the strong temptation to look at her one last time. The elevator doors closed and she was gone. Out of habit and an ingrained protective instinct, Williamson checked over his shoulder to make sure no one could hear him talking to himself, before he spoke out loud.

“Have a good four years of college, Ms. Mauricio.”