Whenever I walked into my studio I felt a sense of pride. Several years had passed in my career, and due to hard work and some luck I had managed to open a small private personal training gym in a decent location in my city. Having the ability to run things as I liked was great and word had rapidly spread that I was a good person to work with if you wanted real results. Most of my clients were middle aged people or people with various injuries, so the ability to get into trouble with a client was minimized. However, that all changed when Katie contacted me out of the blue one day.
Katie had worked at one of the gyms I went to behind the front desk and was a student at the local university. She was a track runner with a long, sleek body built for speed. Her hair was dark brown and long that she always put up into a ponytail when she worked out and she had deep blue eyes. Her muscle tone was obvious even when I saw her in work clothes but when I used to see her work out and lift weights I could really get a good look at her body. Her legs were tight with calves that stood out and they tapered up into her firm ass. She would often exercise in a crop top that showed off her flat stomach and while her breasts weren't large, they stood up proudly as only 20 year olds' breasts do. Often when she worked out you would suddenly find a group of older men drifting around her to take a good solid look. Now that I was in my late 30's I certainly didn't think I was one of those guys who would just ogle her and fantasize about her young body. She was a total knockout, but of course because she was about 15 years younger than me I never even thought about her once I wasn't seeing her every day.
One day while checking my FaceBook my message icon showed me a message from her:
"Hi there! Don't know if you remember me but I always remembered you helping me with those exercises back when we worked together. Are you taking on new clients? I have been having some foot and knee problems when running and was wondering if you could take a look."
She was a potential new client, which was great news for me. However, I knew that as a student she didn't have a lot of money. I'm never one to turn down an opportunity so I messaged her back:
"Of course I remember my track star! Why don't you come by next week and I can take a look at what's going on. Please wear something comfortable because I'll do an assessment and see if we can get you back on track." My lame attempt at humour didn't deter her because she agreed to come in. I took a quick look through her pictures and it was very hard not to linger over the ones she had taken in the summer and on vacation where she was dressed in a skimpy bikini and you could see her tight young body. As a single older guy who worked with women all of the time I had lots of opportunity to date, but because of starting the new business it was impossible to find the time for anyone or anything outside of work.
A few days passed and finally it was time for our appointment. When she walked into the studio I was finishing up with another client. She was dressed in a cute black dress with her hair down, and it cascaded over her shoulders. She looked like she had just come from a fancy party or a date even though it was the middle of the day. Her eyes smiled when she saw me and I gave her a small hug to say hello. My other client finished up and left and it was just the two of us alone.
"This is an amazing place!" She said, walking around looking at all the equipment. I couldn't take my eyes off of her, she looked very different than the young girl who handed people towels at the gym.
"I love it. It really gives me a chance to focus on people one on one without any distractions. You look awfully dressed up for the middle of the day?" I couldn't help but comment on her clothes, especially since the dress hugged her ass in just the right way. Her long legs were covered in stockings and she definitely had makeup on.
"Just came from work." She smiled when she said it.
"I thought you were still in school?"
"I am. I just have a part time job to pay the bills that I sometimes do during the day and on weekends. I'm almost done though and after that, who knows?" That was good to hear, because maybe then the money issue for my services wouldn't be a problem.
I showed her around quickly and told her to get changed into her workout clothes. Moving into the office I started to get everything together for her assessment and couldn't help but be a bit excited over the thought of seeing this hot young woman in workout clothes, which is definitely a fetish of mine.
She walked out of the change room dressed in a tight tank top that covered her flat stomach and long tight yoga pants. I was almost disappointed because I really wanted to see her legs in shorts, but it was easy to work with what she had on. She had put her hair up in her typical ponytail and obviously wasn't wearing a bra because her nipples were slightly hard and stood out against her shirt. Her breasts were small but a good solid B cup and looked round and firm in her top. Her waist was narrow and tapered down into her yoga pants, that showed off her ass quite well. I didn't remember her body being this good, but it was also obvious she took really good care of herself.
We sat down and she told me about what had been going on. As she was training, especially running, she was experiencing pain in her feet and cramping in her calves that would also shoot up into her lower back. I had dealt with things like this before but needed to see what I was dealing with. She hopped up onto my massage table and laid down on her back, stretching her long legs. Grabbing one of her legs, I started going through the motions of checking her ranges in her joints and we chatted about what she had been doing. Her degree was almost done and she was thinking about getting into a Masters' program so she could eventually do research. Her legs were muscular and firm and as I moved her legs around I noticed her top start to ride up a bit and her nipples were still poking out a bit through her top. She shivered a few times.
