Money Matters (closed for CFMB_fan)

[BethJones]

Cindy and Leon had been together for years, they had put off their marriage for a nice house in a nice area. Everything was falling into place, they just needed some extra money to allow them to secure the wedding Cindy desired. To help Cindy was working as a freelance Yoga instructor to supplement her normal salary, she had covered a few sessions through a network she was part of enjoying the flexibility but the erratic income was hard to manage.
After a number of sessions covering at a local studio, she had found more regular work and had settled into the pattern. The more steady income was a help but the downside of the steady income was a lower overall pay cheque. As time went on she found her clients enjoyed her style and they often wanted private sessions, which paid more. Over time she had developed quite a reputation, only accepting private work once she had met people in her group sessions.

At the end of one of her sessions, Amy approached her, “Hi Cindy, I know you only usually take private sessions when people have been to a group class, but my boss… Adrian… he had an awful accident and his GP suggested yoga… he isn’t keen on joining a group class… would you… could you.. perhaps do some private work with him? I know it’s a big ask… but he is my boss I can vouch for him…” she said. Cindy took a moment to take it all in, she needed the cash but her rule was simple she liked to know people before doing private work.

“I’ll think about it,” Cindy replied, sympathising with his position but not sure she was ready to compromise. She thought it over for the next few days, seeing Amy at another class later that week she agreed, asking if she could ask Adrian to call her to sort out a date and time for the first session.

 

[CFMB_fan]

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Name: Adrian Ham
Age: 51
Height: 6 ft
Eyes: Piercing Blue
Hair: Black, with grey highlights and slightly balding, so cropped short
Build: Tall, broad like a rugby player but also carries some middle age spread
Profession: Accountant

Adrian stood up, his lower back aching from sitting in the position for too long. Since his cycling incident a few months ago, his lower back had never been the same. He opened the door to his office into the open plan office; well a desk area of three people.

“You alright Adrian?” inquired Amy, a more junior accountant; and one of the first he took on when his little business started to thrive.

“Just my back…. AGAIN!”

“How are your exercises from your physio?” she asked, slightly concerned. His back hadn’t been the same since some twat rammed him off his bike on the way to work a few months ago. He wasn’t unfit for his age, despite his belly suggesting he over indulged occasionally.

“Going well…” pausing hesitantly “If not a bit slow… The physio recommends yoga, but I’m not sure I’m cut out for that! The yoga classes at the gym are all filled with younger attractive slender gals like yourself Amy!”

Amy listened as she saw the look of pain on his face.

“But how will yoga help?”

“Well strengthening the core and just stretching… As well as her other exercises I do…”

Amy looked at him as her mind thought of cindy. Cindy was her Yoga instructor, and from her own experience knew instinctively why Adrian’s physio had suggested Yoga. “Would she help him? Even if just for a few sessions to get his confidence up’ she wondered. She made a mental note to ask her the next class she attended.

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Adrian ended the call to Cindy. Despite agreeing to see him, he could tell she was hesitant. The only two things in his mind was, from what Amy had mentioned, Cindy was saving and needed cash; as well as that he had agreed to have Amy present for their first couple of sessions if she was willing.

He searched for her on his list of favourite contacts on his iPhone, and soon he was talking to her, telling her the conversation and his offer of having Amy present,

She agreed, though they both knew it would make it even harder to make a date where all of them were free, Fortunately Sunday was suitable, and so Cindy and Amy had arrived at his large detached suburban built in Edwardian England. He had moved the furniture from his large spacious conservatory, which allowed, just, the three of them to have sufficient space.

He found the first session hard, both his balance and strength made him glad that he had not gone for a general class. Amy’s presence both seemed to help Cindy, and certainly despite Amy being more advance than he is ever likely to be, was somehow more relaxed with her presence. He also enjoyed seeing amy in attire that, hitherto he had not seen her, and realised she was quite fit underneath her smart work attire.


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That first session had been just over a month ago, while Amy participated with him on a Sunday morning. During the last four weeks, Cindy had seemed to mellow towards him, and he; already felt an improvement; both during his yoga sessions, but also doing his physio exercises, which he had started to do before the yoga. His physio was also happy with his improvement as a result of his yoga.

Cindy had also met his wife, Clare, which also put her at ease, and in fact had encouraged Clare to attend her sessions elsewhere.

And so, he was waiting for his first session with Cindy. He glanced at the clock on the kitchen wall, another ten minutes to go. He sipped his coffee, before he heading into the conservatory, the patio doors open on a sunny Sunday morning. There, he started to do his specific exercises from his physio, already having cycled ten miles. Not far, but he felt more comfortable on the ride again, though he knew it would be until the following spring at least before he would find the strength to do his 60 or 70 mile rides.

And so, in his loose running shorts and baggy matching running vest, he waited for her arrival as he exercised per the Physio’s orders.

 

[BethJones]

The sessions had been going well, and the extra money was more than welcome. Cindy pulled up outside Adrian's home, a regular for her Sunday mornings. She stepped out of the car in her tight black leggings, loose fitting vest top which showed her grey sports bra beneath. As usual, she was exactly on time. Knocking on the door and waiting for Adrian to welcome her.

As Cindy waited she ran over the plan in her mind, checking her notebook to confirm the progress Adrian was making. She had been impressed by how much progress he seemed to make and soon realised the difficulty level needed to be increased.

Adrian greeted her, she stepped inside, loving the smell of freshly brewed coffee that always seemed to welcome her. Cindy headed through to the conservatory, placing her bag in the corner and bending over to grab her water bottle. She hadn't realised that these leggings had started to wear through around her bottom, the material stretching to give a hint of her white thong beneath the material.

 

[CFMB_fan]

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“Morning Cindy, hope you’re well?” he inquired as he opened the door and stepped aside to allow her access into the hallway and watched her walk towards the back room where the conservatory was, the ‘training room’. It was bright and had some early morning sun, making it warm, but not too warm, especially with the patio doors to the deck open.

As he closed the front door and turned to follow her, he saw her attire, her legs in tight somewhat weary leggings, as she walked, the material was slightly threadbare exposing her the white of her knicks unerneath; her feet in soft pumps that she often removed for her yoga sessions exposing trainer socks which too were removed.

As he followed her and admiring her rather toned bum and legs, he spoke. “Fancy a coffee Cindy?” As she disappeared into the backroom, he entered the kitchen, and retrieving his coffee, he followed her into the conservatory waiting for her reply.

“And so how's the wedding planning coming on Cindy?” he asked as he watched her prepare her matt, as he leant against a doorframe. As he watched her, he saw hints of her grey sports bra from the armholes of her rather loose vest top.

 

[BethJones]

Cindy carried on setting herself up as she, "Coffee would be great," she called over as she offered the small canister of sweeteners.

"You know how it is, all money, money, money at the moment," she sighed. Despite trying to do the wedding on a budget it seemed that everything cost more than it should. The word 'wedding' seemed to attract a premium. She was sick of people telling her she would only do it once. There were lots of things she only planned to do once but she wasn't spending a fortune on those.

The tension almost certainly obvious despite her trying to hide it with a cheerfulness that she usually used to disguise her worries. "We will get there, I'll be glad when it is all over and we can enjoy the rest of our lives," she smiled.

 

[CFMB_fan]

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He listened as she passed him the depth charge cannister,knowing she preferred two from previous sessions. As he leant against the door frame he continued watching her as she sorted out her stuff, his mat and accessories were already for their session.

“I know what you mean, I, we were lucky when we organised ours, less emphasis on the perfect wedding! Anyway I’ll go and make your coffee.”

He turned har back to her, as his cock stirred inside his tight under shorts. With each session, he was starting to find her alluring. Whilst not a stunning model, he found Cindy rather attractive, and her attire reeled parts of her anatomy, her toned arms, her shapely legs, but her attire hid most of it. As such he was becoming more and more intrigued to see her topless or even nude. He had already agreed with himself that he would consider committing adultery with her if he had the chance. Something that he rarely did. He needed to both find the person attractive and have a personality connection. As such in all his marriage, he had only committed adultery three times; despite having more than three offers, though he had snogged a few more. An advantage of travelling with work. But his wife would probably divorced him if she even found out about one!!

He soon filled the kitchen with the sounds and smells of fresh coffee being made as he ground the beans, and then steamed the milk, making their ‘flat whites’. By the time he returned to the makeshift studio, Cindy was already.

“There you are….”

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