Personal Trainer

“Left, right, left, guard! And relax. We’re done.”

I love teaching private classes. The gym feels so different at night.Empty. Like a giant metal cavern. The place is always so noisy and chaotic during the day.

Coaches yelling, gloves hitting punching bags and music blaring...Now it’s just you and me...and I can actually hear myself think.

“You did good tonight. Gloves off, and then we’ll stretch. You’ll be off the hook after that.”

I take off my focus mitts and watch as you drop your gloves to the floor. I finally have a chance to wipe the sweat off my brow and push my short hair back into place.

“Oh my god, you kicked my ass today.”

“Hey, you’re getting really good with that right hook. I can tell you’ve been practicing. Let’s stretch it out.”

“Thanks. I’ve been working on grounding my feet like you showed me. Glad to see all this hard work is paying off.”

You let down your long beautiful hair and shake it out. Then, you wipe your face with your towel and take a few sips from your water bottle. You just worked out for an hour straight, and somehow you look as beautiful as you did when you walked in.

How do you do that? I feel... lucky to be your trainer. You have a really great body that attracts a lot of eyes in the gym. Mine included. Bright eyes, a killer smile…those thick, strong legs…gorgeous, firm breasts.

I wonder if you’ve ever noticed me staring at you before. I hope not. It’s unprofessional to be attracted to your clients. And I usually manage to keep it in check...but there’s just something about you.

“Oh, it’s paid off alright. Now raise your arms...”

You know what’s coming. You stand right in front of me and raise both arms. I stand nearby and nod along as you bend at the waist and draw your upper body down towards the ground.

We’ve done this so many times before, but being alone in the gym now. Something feels different...it’s like we’re performing the role of trainer and client during the day when the gym is buzzing with activity.

Both of us pretending there isn’t this intense chemistry between us...but right now, we could do anything we want. Be anyone we want. No prying eyes. No threat of being caught.

“Very good. Push that stretch a little further if you can.”

I know I shouldn’t be admiring your ass right now, but…I can’t help it. You’ve got a great ass.

Your heavy breathing is so soothing…and a little arousing.

“It’s nice here at night. It gets so crazy during the day, huh?”

“Yeah, I like these late-night sessions better. I bet you like the VIP treatment too, huh?”

“Of course.”

I love the way you laugh. That’s probably why I keep cracking dumb jokes.

“It helps that you’re one of my best clients. And the most beautiful, too. I mean…you’re…I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said that.”

Damn. I really hope I didn’t just make you uncomfortable.

“It’s okay. I definitely think you’re the hottest trainer here.”

“Thank you. Turn around for me.”

I hover behind you. I’m trying to think about how to improve your form, but you keep looking over your shoulder at me with that playful stare. I watch as you turn around to face me, your arms limp at your sides.

I reach for one, and go for the next step of the stretching exercise, bringing your elbow right under your breasts. You take a step closer to me and suddenly you’re gently pressing your chest against mine. My heart is pounding, feeling you so close to me.

“So...you really think I’m beautiful?”

“Stunning. Thought so from day one.”

We look into each other’s eyes for a moment…feeling our bodies against each other. We both lean forward at the same time for a kiss. I guess you want this just as bad as I do.

Adrenaline gets the best of us as we press our bodies closer together. You push your leg slowly between my thighs.

Oh, god, it feels good…being so close to you…feeling you up against me. I let your hand free and wrap my arm around your waist. I walk you backwards until you’re up against the cool wall. Your hands grip around my neck and you pull me into you...your touch is so soft and yet so insistent.

I can’t control myself anymore. I place my thumbs up against your breasts and play with your nipples through your t-shirt and sports bra.

I love the way you moan into my mouth. My hand drifts down… across your hips…pulling at your waistband. You open your legs slightly to allow mine in.I press my upper thigh between your legs. I tease you through your clothes, pressing two fingers up against the tight fabric covering your pussy.

I apply a little pressure… a little more. Stroking you just hard enough… that you get a taste of how much pleasure I can give you...

“Fuck.”

I reach under your sports bra and give your round, plump breast a squeeze.

You like that, don’t you? I pull at the hem of your shirt and lift it over your head. My hand dives back down into your pants and I slide my fingers down through the thin layer of soft curls...

You… are soaked. And now that I’ve got you nice and warmed up...I glance down at your hips and then into your eyes. You cast a naughty smirk of approval at me and I bring myself to my knees in front of you. I take your pants down with me, pulling them to your ankles and helping you step out of them.

Can you see how badly I want you? On my knees, desperate to please you...I slide two fingers up into your wet opening...and gather some of your juices onto my hand.

We stare into each other’s eyes as I lick and suck on my sticky fingers.

“You taste really fucking good.”

“Yeah?”

I press my lips to your pussy and slide my tongue into your opening. Your whole body shivers and I feel you melt backwards a little into the wall. God, I could do this forever. I love all those sounds you’re making...the way your body responds to every little movement of my tongue. I pull away and wipe my lips with the back of my hand.

You join me on my knees, bending down and tangling your fingers in a handful of my hair. You pull me close for another kiss. I can’t get enough of you. You squeeze the back of my neck and I push my tongue deep inside of your mouth, sharing the taste of your pussy with you.

With your other hand, you reach for the waistband of my joggers and push them down without breaking our kiss. You push me down and my back hits the mat. Your body is heavy as you climb up mine and push your fingers into my wet slit.

You tease my clit, circling around it with light little strokes…and then…

Your fingers open me up, slide inside of me. Oh, fuck!

You fuck me with your fingers sliding in and out of me… pumping in and out. Oh, god, yes! My hands squeeze into fists at my sides.

Fuck, that feels so good. You let me squirm and writhe beneath you as you switch between playing with my swollen clit and fucking me with your fingers. You like fucking me like this, don’t you?

Your eyes are… so dark and… hungry. I can’t wait to return the favor. I sit up and quickly switch our positions.

You turn over onto your stomach and push your supple ass out for me. Oh, god, this view of your pussy is so good. My hands immediately reach for your ass and I give one of your cheeks a tight squeeze and a little slap.

Ohhh, that fucking ass. I love it so much. I spread your cheeks apart and bury my face in between them. You tremble as I grind my tongue against your pussy from behind. I want to make you tremble and moan again...I lift my head and push my tongue between your asscheeks.

I find your asshole and lick it again and again. I want to make you scream.

I make my way down to your slit and lap up your wet juices. This has been so messy so far, just how I like it. I grab onto the front of your thighs and hold you steady as you lower your head on to the mat. I pull my head away and slide two fingers deep inside of your pussy from behind.

I pump my fingers into you…curling them back towards me. Let me hear how much you love this…

“Oh, god, yes. Don’t stop! Don’t stop!”

I shove my free hand down into my briefs and finger myself. Oh, god, yeah…Yeah…I love fucking you. Oh my god, I love fucking you

“You’re about to cum, aren’t you? I’m close… so close!”

I slowly pull my soaking hand out of you and we both collapse onto the mat. I reach for your wrist again, just to pull you towards me into another kiss. My hand reaches for your hair, and I take the time to admire how beautiful you are

“Yeah...the late night sessions are definitely better.”

“Agreed. So, next week…same time, same place?”

“I wouldn’t miss it.”