Catalyst Sunglasses

The gym was full of eye-candy of both genders. It was hard not to appreciate the women and oogle the men from behind the sunglasses which were meant to act as blinders. The distraction ran her a few minutes over her treadmill time, and on impulse not to overstay, she turned it off and road the belt to the back of the machine on it's final rotation; hopping off and turning for the lockers only to collide into a man.

Her sunglasses popped from her face in the bounce off his rock-hard body that nearly made her fall, as his arm caught her around the back those dark shades cascaded over her breasts and got pinned between their chests as her eyes found his in overwhelmed surprise.

In that second she realized her thoughts where unfurling, like unrolling ribbons of lace tainted and stained with disgrace from having sex all over the place-- and it must have been written all over her face; with his free hand, as she continued to stand, he plucked up her sunglasses and smoothly put them back over her eyes, quipping about their lies. "I guess they're working." But his smirking suggested he knew they'd failed.

|| another-proser ||

* I may have went a little abstract with this one...