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.
Cindy loved to act as my spotter during my workouts. While spotting she would constantly be testing me. She did her best to distract me and break my concentration. Cindy would be pushing her tits into me as she helped steady the weights. When do incline work, like the bench press, she would be standing above me with her naked pussy literally in my face.
Besides the gym, I also had weights at my apartment. Cindy's carried her sexual teasing and testing me at home our home workouts to the zenith. Cindy demanded that we both work out naked. While I lifted she would relentlessly tease and torture me. She would start out by licking my cock and balls while I struggled to lift my weights. She would establish a rhythm to her blowjob. As I lifted the weight, she would suck my cock deep into her mouth. As I would lower the weight, she would withdraw my cock from her mouth. If she took my balls into her mouth and held them there, I would have to hold the weight static.
Another version was special bench press routine. Cindy would sit astride my erection, taking my cock in and out of her pussy as the weights went up and down. As she slid my cock into her cunt, I would have to push the weight up. When she rose off my cock and let it slip from inside her hot, wet cunt, I could lower the weight. Needless to say, I always wanted to hold the weight high, with her tight hot pussy wrapped around my cock. Cindy would set the tempo. If she fucked me fast, I had to lift fast. If she fucked me slow, I had to lift slowly.
As she sweetly tortured me, I sweated and pumped iron. She would not allow me to get off until I had completed all the sets she had determined that I should lift. If I did cum without her permission or before I finished my reps, I would be punished. Punishment varied just like the rewards.
Sometimes I was punished with more physical workout, like having to do sit ups. Cindy would sit on a stool over my thighs with a rope tied around my balls. She would pull the rope tight, stretching my balls and making me sit up. When I raised myself, I had to stick my tongue out and lick her clit. Up and down, licking her clit until she orgasimed.
Another variation was toe touchers. She would lie on a declined bench with her knees bent and her legs raised. As I touched my toes, I would have to lick her clit. Again, up and down I would sweat and work, as she enjoyed the multiple orgasms that I would have to bring her to.
