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The Trainer, Part I
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The Trainer, Part I I had made a New Year’s resolution to get into better shape and although its been a while since making that resolution I finally had the time to do it. I had spoken with multiple trainers, and had met several and so far I didn’t feel like I found the right one yet. I had one more trainer to interview and he should be arriving at my home soon. I had just gotten home from work and was changed and putting on my tennis shoes when I heard a knock on the door. I opened the door to a broad chest and looked up into the green eyes of a very handsome, tall,<b> muscular </font></b>man. As I said hello and invited him inside, I couldn’t help but look at him from behind, his back side was just as good as the front. As I watched him walk into my apartment, I found myself staring and he turned and caught me staring. I was surprised when he just smiled and winked. We sat and talked about our expectations for working out and I felt more comfortable with him that I had with anyone else. We got up and went downstairs to the gym to do a bit of a workout. He followed me out the door and waited while I locked it, then opened the doors for me, a perfect gentleman. I glanced at him out of the corner of my eye, damn he was attractive. I could not keep myself from picturing his naked, I hoped that he could not read my mind because it was rather x-rated and when he turned to wait for me I might have blushed a bit. I knew that I was caught staring because he grinned at me. We worked through a number of exercises with him guiding me through them, first he would demonstrate the exercises and then he would watch me and make corrections either by telling me or by moving me the way he wanted. I have to admit that the times he was pressed up next to me I couldn’t keep my mind on what I was supposed to do. After taking me through some exercises and finding my limits, we walked back to my apartment and started talking. We came up with a schedule for visits and he actually wanted to continue with Friday nights. That was a surprise to me and I said so, he said he currently wasn’t seeing anyone and he wasn’t much for bars so he would rather work. I said that was fine with me and it actually worked well because I seldom make plans Friday nights. He gave me a few exercises to work on during the week and we made plans to meet the next Friday night. Friday came quickly and the week was busy and it seemed as though I was going nonstop. Friday was even busier and I was hoping to get home early enough to shower and get a short nap, but it didn’t happen. I had just pulled into my apartment and parked when my handsome trainer walked up. I apologized for being late and invited him up to the apartment. He was dressed in shorts and a t-shirt and looked incredibly sexy, I was hoping I had imagined how hot he was but no I didn’t. I told him to make himself comfortable while I changed. I threw on some workout clothes and walked back out into the living room and as I did I thought I heard him say “mmmmmm nice”, but then I told myself that I was imagining it. I grabbed bottles of water, towel, keys, and we were ready to go to the gym. We got to the basement and it was not a surprise that we were alone. I started out on the treadmill while he got the weights ready, and I did watch him in the mirror. I enjoyed watching the muscles in his arms and legs ripple. He was in incredible shape and sexy as hell, a fantasy man. I was paying more attention to him and almost fell, so I had to pull my attention back to the treadmill. What I didn’t know was that he was watching me while I was walking on the treadmill. As I finished on the treadmill he came up and started going over his plans for the rest of our workout. As we went through the exercised I noticed that he was always touching me, whether it was to correct my movements or just to guide me through the exercises. I liked the feel of his hands on me, but I’m sure he was too professional for the touches to be what I hoped, so I kept my fantasies in check and went back to my workout. He kept touching me and I basically just ignored it, even though his hands lingered on me longer as the session went on. I could feel myself becoming aroused but there was no way I was going to embarrass myself by even considering the possibility that he could be attracted to me. After about an hour he said we were done for the day, and I can’t deny that I was happy because I intended on getting a hot shower and I have to admit that some play time with my toys wouldn’t go amiss as I had been having some pretty hot fantasies about my handsome young trainer. Once the equipment was put away it was time to stretch and we decided to do the stretches in the apartment and as soon as we’re done I could jump into the shower. Once we got to the apartment he helped me with the stretches. He was pulling me up in front of him and pretty much stretching my body. I wasn’t unhappy about being this close to him, so I let him help me stretch. I leaned back against his chest; thinking to myself that it is a very good thing that he couldn’t tell how turned on I was when I felt his erection up against my back. I told myself that I was just imagining things and continued with the stretches. My mind however was playing images of me pushing into his erection and rubbing up against him. I was getting so distracted by my fantasy that it took me a moment to realize that he was talking to me. He said he was going to sit on the couch so he could help me with the next few stretches. He guided me to the area in front of the couch and explained that he wanted to make sure that I stretched my legs. He sat on the couch and had me stand in front of him. I was told to spread my legs shoulder width apart and bend over with my hands on the floor. While I was bent over I could feel him running his hands up the back of my legs to my ass, and he left his hands on my ass. It almost felt like he was lightly massaging it. Once he felt like I had stretched my legs enough he sat down on the floor and told me to sit in front of him and he would help me stretch my arms. I was sitting between his legs and he pulled me tight against his chest, with his legs outside of mine. I felt surrounded by him; hell I couldn’t concentrate on stretching anything but my imagination. He moved my arms and stretched them while I just sat there and enjoyed his touch. He took my arms and put them behind his neck and told me to leave them there. I wasn’t sure what kind of stretches he was doing but he’s the trainer and lets be honest I was enjoying this. I was very relaxed and was leaning back on his chest; I had closed my eyes and was just relaxing when I felt his hands move from my arms, down my sides, to the tops of my legs, and then his hands moved up to my abdomen. I thought I could feel his hands move closer to my breasts but then I told myself I was imagining things. His hands were below my breasts and he whispered in my ear “are you ready for more?”. I said yes and the next thing I knew his hands were moving under my shirt and he pulled my sports bra up and over my breasts. I must have gasped out loud because he stopped moving his hands and asked if it was okay. I said hell yes, I was just surprised because I had no idea that he was attracted to me. He kept his hands on my breasts and said that he liked a mature woman with curves and that watching me exercise was exciting to him, I could feel him pressing his hard cock into my back. He started squeezing my breasts, and tugging at my nipples and all I could do was moan and tighten my arms around his neck. As he played with my breasts he was licking and kissing my neck and shoulders, I could feel myself getting more turned on and could feel my pussy getting wetter and I started to squirm. He squeezed me between his legs and told me to be still. I tried to move my arms and he said don’t so I stopped. As he continued to play with my breasts, I wanted to move so I could touch him. As if he could read my mind he turned my head, kissed the corner of my lips and asked if I was ready for more. I told him yes I needed more, but first a shower. He agreed but said he was joining me. He followed me into the bathroom where I got the towels and turned on the shower. I turned around and asked if I could undress him, he said yes and I slowly lifted his shirt up, sliding it over his abs and chest before tossing it on the floor. He was well defined and very firm and I was going to enjoy licking and kissing every inch of him. His chest was broad and firm, each muscle well defined. I kissed and licked my way up the middle of his chest to the base of his neck, then made my way across his collar bone to his shoulder and then back to the other side. I had a difficult time catching my breath; I could feel my pussy getting wetter as I tasted every inch of his chest. I licked down the center of his chest and then licked and gently sucked each nipple before making the trip south. I stood back to look at his chiseled physique before running my hands down his chest to the waistband of his shorts. I pulled the waistband down a few inches exposing that line of perfection that leads from the hip to the groin. We all have our favorite parts and the “V” leads to my favorite body part. As I knelt down in front of him and slid his shorts off, I ran my hands up the back of his calves, his thighs, to his very firm buttocks (my second favorite part) and pull him closer. I lick around his belly button moving slowly to his right hip tracing the “V” down to his groin with my lips and tongue and then up to his left hip. I can feel his cock against my neck, I can feel it becoming harder and longer. |
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11/19/2016 4:30 am |
Oh my!!!! what a wonderful way to burn calories.... 
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cant wait to read the next part
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def a hawt story babe
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