Chapter 3: The Training
As my relationship with Cindy progressed, she began to test the depths of that relationship. Some of the tests were overt, and overtly physical. Other tests were subtle, mostly mental. The majority of the tests were a combination of physical and mental attributes.
For instance, we both enjoyed working out and lifting weights. We worked out at the gym at least four evenings a week. We lifted weights and ran. We worked hard and were both in great shape. Naturally, or at least for us, that physical exertion always lead to sex.
Cindy was a natural flirt and a show off. She had a great body and loved to use it tease, obviously me, but also every other guy. When we went to the gym, Cindy would work go braless, wearing a spaghetti strap top. The tiny spaghetti top would be stretched tightly over her large 34-D tits. Since Cindy was a petite 5'4" 110-pound spinner, her 34-D tits looked all the more massive on her tiny frame.
It didn't matter whether she was straining to lift some weight or striding around the track, the tight spaghetti top would enhance every move, every bounce of those magnificent globes. The harder she worked out and the more she sweat, the more her nipples and tits would show through the scant fabric.
Over her cute heart shaped ass, she wore tight satin short-shorts. The shiny satin material would be pulled tight, showing the crack of her ass and of her pussy lips. As her pussy was always completely shaved, the outline of her dewy twat was always clearly shown.
Cindy loved to tease as she worked out. She was an expert at flaunting her body and she knew exactly what effect it was having on people, both guy and girls. She would slide in next to some guy, especially if it appeared that he was trying to concentrate, and do her little tease. Sitting on a stool, she would be facing him, spreading her legs. The lips of her pussy would be pushed to the very edge of the leg openings of her short-shorts. The satin material would be pulled tight into the slit between her labia. As she did her shoulder presses, her long blonde hair cascading down her back, she would strain and arch. Her high, pert, firm tits, already straining to burst from her tiny cotton top, would be further pressured. Her round 34-D tits would push up and out, deepening her already seductive cleavage. The sweat would drip down her tits, wetting her cleavage, outlining her tits and working down her torso.
Needless to say, without fail, the poor guy would totally loss his concentration. Not only would those studly showoffs be reduced to struggling wimps, but they would invariably be sent running to the locker rooms to hide their erections.
The effect on girls would be equally as devastating. While some girls would at first superficial sneak a peek, most would ogle just like the guys. The girls too would lose all concentration and become focused only on Cindy's seductive performance. Even as the girls watched, you could see their own crotches grow wet with desire. I loved to see some cute co-ed, mesmerized by Cindy's tease, grinding her own pussy into a weight bench, soaking the crotch of her own workout shorts.
As much as Cindy liked to tease, she always kept the best for me. Our workouts together were not only peppered with overt sexual demonstrations, but each tease was also its own special perverted torture.
