I turn up for my PT session slightly late, rushing up the stairs to see my trainer. This is my favourite time to come to the gym, as late as possible before they close when it's at its quietest. I'm surprised he agreed to a session this late at night, but thrilled at the same time, it's always fun when he takes my training sessions.
He greets me with a scowl at reception, scolding me for being late. I can tell by the look on his face I'm going to pay for this, there are only a couple of people left in the weights area. I quickly lock my stuff away, already in my kit, and come out to the floor. After a quick 10 minute warm up doing some cardio we get straight into the weights. He leads me around the machines, showing me which settings to use and how much to lift. We flirt casually, not unusual for us, it always feels like harmless banter, always a bit of electricity, but never anything we'd act on. The next challenge he sets me is using dumbbells and the wobbleboard to work on my core.
He demonstrates the exercises he wants me to do on the floor before I get on the wobbleboard to do them. I know my balance is rubbish so I avoid it for as long as possible, making him show me the exercises one last time, biting my lip unconsciously as I watch his gorgeous arms lift weights with ease. Now it's my turn, as he leaves the room to say goodnight to the last members leaving the club for the evening I try to balance on the wobbleboard. I'm trying my best but it's just not happening, I can't get my balance right at all. He comes back to the room and helps me balance, his hands round my waist, just gently supporting me, hardly touching me, but I catch my breath. I don't think he's noticed, but just that slight touch has given me goosebumps...
I pretend everything's fine and continue to try and do these sets of weights. After what feels like forever, my arms and legs are burning, I am on the last set of squats with dumbbells. We've been chatting away as though everything is normal, and he moves closer to me, ready to take the weights from me after my last set. I'm not focussing on the set anymore, and my lack of focus causes me to lose my balance, falling sideways off the board. Instinctively he tries to catch me, grabbing my hips and holding me upright, whilst pulling me to him.
I can't look at him, I feel electric, I shake myself and pull away, feeling ashamed, and convinced it's all in my head, he's not feeling what I am, that's impossible. I'm sweaty, and now blushing, and extremely aware that such a small touch has made me feel hot, damp and very sensitive, so I quickly excuse myself to go shower and get ready to leave, I can feel him watching me walk to the changing room, even as I left his hands brushed against me...
I gasp in the changing room, it feels as though I've been holding my breath for hours. How did I not notice this feeling before?! He's so fit, so sexy, and so effortless, but why am I now finding myself struggling not to walk back out there and rip his shirt off?! A shower will make me come to my senses, that'll be the answer. I open my locker, pull my phone out and put some music on as loud as the phone will play it. The gym is closed now, but I don't care, I need to get in the shower and calm down.
I pull my top over my head, my fingers brush against my nipples, highlighting to me how hard they have become from this escalating need to be touched further by him. Trying to pull myself together I quickly strip off my sports bra, releasing my breasts and rubbing them briefly, before peeling off my cut off trackies and pants in one swoop. I release my hair from its tie and kick off my trainers, throwing them into the pile with the rest of my clothes, grab my towel and head for the shower. I haven't bothered closing the cubicle door, there's no-one here but me, and it means I can use another cubicle as my towel rack.
The water hits my sweating chest, it feels divine after a hard workout, instinctively I turn around, plumping my hair up and then allowing the water to flow over me, closing my eyes. I start to loosen up and squeeze some shower gel into my hands, and begin washing myself, lathering my whole body. I'm dancing to the songs playing from my phone a little, and I decide I need some relief after being turned on earlier.
My hands move over my ample breasts, my nipples now warm and soft, then further down, rubbing my belly, then down to my pussy lips, one finger parting them. I can feel my wetness increasing, the water now against my back as my head rolls back and my finger finds my clit, rubbing it gently, a small moan escapes my mouth.
My head snaps back and my eyes open as I hear a noise. He's in the changing room, watching me shower. I don't know what to do with myself, I'm wondering if he knows I was thinking about him while touching myself. The grin on his face says he does... somewhere along the line he's lost his clothes while watching me, and is just in boxers. I'm too shocked to grab a towel, I'm standing under a torrent of water, trying to cover myself up with just my hands. He steps into the shower area, the closer he gets the more I realise he isn't confident in what he's doing, he doesn't know whether he should back out, but I know it's too late for either of us now, it's all or nothing.
I move out of the cubicle, as though I'm going to grab my towel, giving him a chance to come closer, he takes it. As I come forward he takes my wrist and pulls me towards him, my wet body being thrust against his dry, warm flesh. He pushes me back into the water, then turns me, so I'm against the wall, all the while our bodies pressed together. He moves my wet hair away from my face and neck with one hand, the other hand on my hip, stroking up and down my side. I look up to him, and he leans down, his mouth covering mine in a passionate embrace. My back arches against the wall, our tongues entwine, I feel his hard cock pushing through his boxers towards me, and I'm very aware he should not be wearing boxers in the shower.
As his mouth moves down to my neck and I moan I slip a hand into his boxers, feeling the length of his shaft. I gasp into his ear from both the tingling feeling his kisses and giving me, and the surprise at how large he is. I can feel his lips form a smile against my skin and he nips at me, with the most gentle of bites. I push him back to the other side of the cubicle and hook my fingers into his waistband, pulling his now soaking boxers down, tapping his legs playfully to get him to step out of them. I hurl them to one side sit up on my knees, smiling at his cock standing to attention for me.