I didn't usually go for muscle guys or even hot guys. I craved brains over brawn. BUT once in a while, I caught a glimpse of chiseled abs and muscular thighs that triggered that primal instinct... the feral urge to fuck.
Hugo was my personal trainer. On our first session Hugo took off his shirt, and his muscles billowed out like balloons. Then he flexed... and my pussy flexed.
Wow, I wouldn't mind being spread underneath that brute. Then I found out he was married.
Oh well. I still thought about Hugo all week. His brutish muscles and his devotion to pumping iron. Girls always love an iron-hard pumping.
The second training session was more difficult. I was short and petite with bulging boobs. So I didn't fit well on the exercise machines. Hugo pointer to the bench.
"Esther lay there and lift those barbells over your head. I tried. But every time the bar came down, it squished my tits and Hugo smirked.
As I lifted, I noticed Hugo's tight gym shorts and realized he had another bulging muscle under his shorts. His muscle seemed to like me.
He caught me staring at it. "Wow sir, I bet you keep your wife really sore."
Hugo grunted, told me to get on the treadmill and jog. He sped up the machine until I was jogging fast with my fat tits flopping around. "This sucks!"
"You need a sports bra to restrain those things." Hugo wiped his forehead. "I wish my wife had plump boobs like yours." He looked up. "Never mind. Now hit the showers Esther."
The brute slapped my ass and left.
I spun around. WTF? He can't just slap a woman's ass like that. I should've been angry, but I wasn't. It kinda felt good. I showered, secretly hoping he'd slap my ass again.
Maybe if I was naughty he'd give my naked butt a good spanking.
The next day I received a text. "Gym equipment broken. Moved our workout to 10pm. Stay Hard!"
Of course I was suspicious. A late-night session with a married man. Was this a ruse to be alone with me? Perhaps something more romantic...Hmm... Maybe I wasn't the one who needed to Stay Hard...