The Instructor

I tightened my ponytail after shutting the car door outside the gym. I had just enrolled in a gymnastics class to try and get myself back in shape after not doing much physical activity in a few months. It's not that I had gotten fat, It just felt wrong not getting any exercise.

I walked over to the front of the gym, and opened the door. I was greeted by a smiley lady in a gray sweatshirt behind the desk.

"Name?" The lady asked.

"Ivy Bound," I said nervously.

"Looks like it's your first class! I'll get somebody to show you around the gym and show you the ropes before class," the lady says, still smiling.

"Alrighty," I say with a grin.

The lady walks into the back room which looks to be a staff office. She emerges a few seconds later with a man walking behind her. He was about 6 feet tall, two-tone hair and striking blue eyes. He looks at me with a face like he really doesn't want another rookie. Little does he know that I did gymnastics at a different gym a few years ago.

He shows me around the gym, which is a high-ceilinged building with mats and trampolines all around. The floor seems to have spring under it, for as I walk, I bounce a bit. The man can tell too, because I can see him sneaking peeks at my C cup boobs. I thought that the instructors would be girls, but I guess he's alright.

"And that concludes your tour." He says with a sigh.

"Thank you," I say, annoyed.

"What's your name?" He asks, actually sounding interested.

"My name's Ivy," I say. "What's yours?"

"Barry," he says with a grin. He seems sort of full of himself, but I'm not completely sure yet.

About ten minutes after the tour, we begin out lesson, and Barry seems to be blown away at the fact that I'm almost as good as all the other students. He seemed to want to help me improve a lot, because he always wanted to spot me on my flips, even though I know how to do them.

After class, he approaches me and asks me how I got so good at gymnastics. I told him I used to train at another gym. He then asked if I wanted any extra help after class. I had noticed how strong he was when helping us, and I was starting to get a little bit attracted to him. So I said yes.

We worked on round off backflips, because my round off was a bit sloppy. As he was spotting me, his hand kept "accidentally" brushing against my tits. He then asked me for help on his back bend. As I was helping him, his shirt came up and I saw that he had a gorgeous six-pack.

"It's getting late, I think I should go." I say

"I had a lot of fun training with you, Ivy." Says Barry

"Do you know where I can get some water?" I ask, because after the workout I was pretty thirsty.

"Yeah, follow me."

We head to the back, where the staff office was. By then, it was only he and I. It was about ten, and since he was apparently the boss, he was going to close up for the night. By that time, I had become extremely attracted to him. So I decided to try a little plan.

"do you think I could do some yoga before I go?" I ask

"Oh yea, sure."

I walk to the middle of the gym, making sure he can see me, and start doing my sexiest poses. We walks over to "help" me, and I can see him trying to hide a boner. I stand up, and put my hand on it from the outside.

"Wh-wha- what are you doing?" he says, clearly trying to hide a smile.

"Getting physical."

I start rubbing and caressing from the outside, feeling his boner getting bigger with each stroke. He starts moaning. I start undoing his pants, and he starts removing my tank top, giving me a look as if he needs the OK.

Once I get his pants and boxers off, I look at his huge cock. It had to be at least 8 inches, and it was pretty thick too. I start to run a single finger up his shaft, and poking the tip with my finger. That made him go crazy and he moaned. I then picked the tip and started giving him head. He was moaning and moaning. I caressed his balls with my fingers, and at the same time deepthroating him big time. When he was about to go, I stopped, and began taking off my shorts, revealing my black g string. He stood there as if he didn't believe what was happening. He then picked me up and carried me over to a slanted area that the gymnasts use for warm ups. He began eating me out. I moaned with pleasure, and my moans soon turned into panting. I was about to climax when I stopped him.

I said one word.

"Enter"

He knew exactly what to do, he stuck his cock,in me, with one huge thrust. He didn't stop going as hard as he could, and I could see that he wanted to get me screaming. By this time I was gasping and moaning. And he was smiling, that smug smile.

I gasp for air then shriek as I reach my climax. He keeps going , then I grab his cock and suck him off until he comes all over my face. I lick up every last drop. I lay on top of him, my tits pressed against his chest, in an embracing kiss. Our tongues dance together as we know we don't have much longer to stay here.

"I'd better get going , my roommates probably worried sick." I say, sadly. I didn't want to go. I wanted to stay there with him. Kissing him. Loving him.

*****TO BE CONTINUED*****