"Your arch is very good. Have you trained before?"
Sona Hu tried to tamp down the annoyance as she curved her back in an utterly wicked arch. Of course she was good, she almost made it to the Olympics. Still, that had been over 10 years ago and it wasn't good to dwell on the past.
"You're very talented."
Mentally, she preened a little from the praise. It was surreal to be back at a gym for the first time in over a decade. Of course, this tiny brick and mortar establishment was hardly reminiscent of the state-of-the-art facility she trained in when she was younger. She felt herself relax a little more as her body went back to motions it half remembered. She knew she would be sore in places she forgot could be sore the next morning, but every stretch felt like coming home.
It didn't hurt that Alec's calloused hands were on her body, pushing her into every stretch. There had been an instant connection when she first found herself in the tiny, newly opened gym in town. When she was signing up for lessons, she could tell he had a real passion for gymnastics. Posters of gymnasts from all eras across different nations adorned the limited space. The gym was filled with quality equipment where no expense was spared. His body was also a monument to male gymnast fitness standards. Alec was probably a few years older than her, but he had a body in absolute peak form.
Sona was certainly in fine form herself, but nowhere near her peak thinness she had as a teenager. Normally, it was easy to feel accomplished and beautiful because she wasn't surrounded by wannabe Olympian gymnasts any more, but she was certainly slovenly next to Alec.
It was easy to overlook because of the obvious lust he had as he eye-fucked her constantly. Normally she would've found it annoying, but his hands and actions remained perfectly professional. And besides, it felt... nice, to be looked at like that. Appreciated by someone like him.
"I trained for a bit," she replied.
He gave a small chuckle. "You've trained for more than a bit. You look like you got into gymnastics at quite a young age. Probably quit for a few years too."
Sona was shocked by the accuracy of his statement. Maybe he had been looking at her body so intently for practical reasons. It stood to reason a gymnastics instructor might need to look very closely at a student's body to know what type of lesson he needed to tailor to.
She then awkwardly realized she hadn't replied to his statement. "Yeah, you got it," she said awkwardly.
He let out another chuckle, but there wasn't a hint of smugness. Casually, he lifted her body in the air for a handstand.
"Well, how'd you get into gymnastics, and what brought you back here today?" he asked.
She strained her arms to try to hold her handstand as long as possible. A few seconds later, her balance tipped. Before she could even hit the ground, Alec caught her in his strong arms. The rush of sensation from blood falling to her head and her sudden drop caused her to be extra sensitive to his large hands holding her waist and thighs.
Slowly, Alec deposited her on the ground. Spread-eagle and on her back, she took a few seconds to catch her breath.
"Ah, I went to nationals a few times, but I quit after I didn't make the cut for the Olympics when I was 17. Focused on school. Decided it would be good to support a local business," she said with forced casualness. Quit was a honestly weak word for what she did. Sona had thrown out her gymnastics equipment in the dumpster after cutting it to shreds with scissors because she failed to make it to the Olympics. She had a weeks-long temper tantrum that led to her being suspended from school for fighting. Teenage Sona had not taken well to failure.
She looked over her shoulder, a wry smile on her face from the memory. "You know, a fairly normal story."
"I would have gone a little harder on you if I knew you went to nationals."
"Ha!" She sat up from the mat. "I do need some time to get back into the swing of it."
"Hey, for what it's worth, I think you've still got it," he raised his hands defensively.
"Shut up and help me with the next stretch."
"You got it boss!"
Weeks later, Sona was feeling indecisive in the changing room. Wrapped in just a towel, she had taken a quick shower which did nothing to douse the heat inside of her. On one hand, she wanted to run right out of the changing room and give Alec a big sloppy kiss. On the other hand, she wanted to hit herself for having such a ridiculous thought. The way he looked as he demonstrated poses to her was positively sinful. There were weeks of banter that she couldn't determine where good customer service ended and flirting began.
As she tried to use her key to open the locker, she realized she didn't have it. Now she had a number of choices. The normal person thing to do would be to put on her sweaty workout clothes and just grab the key where she left it. However, she knew that she was Alec's last customer of the day and the gym had been locked up. They were the only ones there. If she walked out wearing just the towel, well, she'd see where things went from there.
The sound of lips smacking on lips echoed in the otherwise silent gym. And within that room, a single towel fell to the ground, and what followed was the breathless gasp of a girl being pushed against a wall.
Sona knew she had a type. She was for the gymnast men. Away from the watchful gaze of her mother or coach, Sona had enjoyed meeting up with boys from the gym. The rigid, lean muscle on hers and the way they could twist her body around was something she didn't realize she needed until it was gone. Her one attempt with a non-athlete guy after retiring from gymnastics had left her horribly disappointed. If they didn't want to fold her like a pretzel, then what was the point?
Alec was exactly her type.
Even though his hands stayed away from her boobs and ass, they felt so good roaming on her skin. He knew the exact right amount of pressure to give with his calloused fingers running over freshly washed skin. The kisses they shared were ravenous. With every inflammatory touch, they tried to pull their bodies closer together.
He smelled good. Cologne couldn't mask a day's worth of mild exercise, but Sona loved it. As he peppered kisses from the corner of her lips toward her ear, she took her lips and latched onto his exposed neck. Weeks of sexual tension was being released, but not quickly enough for either of their tastes.
"Ohh..."
Sona smirked in satisfaction as she felt his whole body tense when she licked his neck. It was a delicate-looking thing, long and pale with hardly an ounce of fat. She sank her hands under his shirt, grasping the hard muscles in her hands.
"Take it all off," she commanded.
It took a few seconds for Alec to finally let her go, but they untangled themselves eventually. He drank in the sight of her nude body, desperately trying to preserve the memory. Her hair was loose, long and wild. Her porcelain skin was all bared, and as beautiful as he imagined. Thick thighs and hips for her diminutive frame were both pretty and practical. Unsurprisingly, her pussy was clean shaven, likely waxed. She seemed like the type. Her perky breasts had been wonderfully soft and squishy on his skin. He took his time removing his tight gym clothes, revealing his abs two-by-two when pulling his form-fitting t-shirt over his head. Keeping eye contact, he slid his shorts down his legs, letting his massive cock spring free.
He chuckled at her gobsmacked expression. It felt good to have the upper hand again. Closing the distance between them, he cupped her chin and looked down at her, emphasizing their height gap. Sona stood tall on her tippy toes, but was only able to kiss his chin. Pulling herself up like she was climbing a tree, she balanced her weight on the foam mat walls of the gym before she felt his strong arms reach under her butt.
Their mouths met, and they sank into the kiss. Sona felt small and light as she was pinned to the wall with Alec's hands gripping her asscheeks. Her breath hitched as one hand moved a little closer to her dripping wet folds. He started to tease those lips, assessing how wet she was. Sona moaned into his mouth and gripped him tighter. She needed him to go faster. She needed more. He only teased her a little longer, before he sank his first finger inside. Her skin shivered and her toes curled at the sensation. Compared to her, the finger was huge, and the rough skin on the knuckle stimulated her sensitive pussy. First, it was just one finger plundering her depths, then it was two. He rolled his fingers around inside of her, scraping against her walls. By the time 4 fingers were inside of her, she was whimpering in pleasure while bucking her hips in the air.
"Why'd you stop?" she whispered.
"I don't want you coming on my fingers like this."
Removing his soaked hand from her, he carried her to a bench. The rough plastic was less comfortable than the foam padding on the wall, but it hardly mattered when Alec's fingers were back inside of her. From this new angle, he was able to curve his fingers just right to hit more of her sensitive spots. In minutes, he had her seeing stars.
"Oh, fuck!" she uttered. Lying on the bench, she was able to writhe and squirm to her heart's content. With her climax moments away, she arched her back in anticipation, waiting for delicious oblivion to hit her.
