This is a follow-up to "Damaged but Renewed". And for an extra bit of silly fun, check out our favorite former gymnast in the short "Perfect 10".
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In just four days, April Martinez's outlook on life had completely changed.
The lethargy was gone. The depression and the hopelessness were gone. There was a constant energy in her body like a drug.
At the ripe old age of twenty-two, the former gymnast had discovered sex. When Bud Tanner first walked into the massage room four days earlier, she'd been depressed and a little frightened and feeling hopeless. His bold arrogance and athlete's physique proceeded to first overwhelm and then enflame her.
She'd started out practically a virgin and in less than an hour turned into the hottest fuck of the stud's life.
And then, he walked out of the massage room and possibly out of her life. But it wasn't the man himself that had lit her fire. It was the experience. A new revelation of what her compact but powerful body was capable of. The pleasure it could experience and also, the excitement of bringing extreme pleasure to another.
After her failed bid for the Olympics and all the injuries that had caused that failure, she'd seen her body as a traitor and her life without meaning or prospects.
That was abruptly behind her.
The first thing she changed, early the very next morning, was her wardrobe. As a receptionist at Stu's Gym, she'd worn a unitard and shorts every day. No more. Tight yoga pants and a sports bra were her uniform now. She'd already noticed a lot more looks from everyone that saw her.
That day, after Tanner had fucked her so well, she'd seen her body in a whole new light. Her small, tight frame had sprouted perky B-cups with small, darkly shaded nips since she stopped actively training. Her waist was not dramatically narrow because she carried a good deal of muscle.
Currently, her abs were a moderately defined 4-pack. She knew it was a good look but she also knew that with fairly little effort, she could get back to the six cut-granite slabs she'd had while competing. She'd been spending time in front of her mirror at home each morning, nude, posing. Her own body turned her on. She couldn't decide if she wanted the chiseled 6-pack back or if a very slightly softer look was sexier.
She'd just have to ask for some opinions.
So, four days later and a couple hundred dollars poorer. It was money should couldn't really afford to spend but new, sexy clothes had suddenly been very important. She wanted those looks. She wanted to *feel* sexy.
And holy Christ in heaven, she wanted to fuck. She couldn't be bothered with bars or dating apps when she spent all day at this smorgasbord of flesh. She'd seen dozens of buff dudes that made her pussy slick and her nipples hard. But an opportunity to pull one into a room and fuck just hadn't arisen yet.
She was reading online about getting certified as a trainer when Tim Stein came into the gym. He was a regular, usually in during the quiet of the middle of the day. April didn't really know him. She'd never gotten to know anyone at the gym. But she'd seen him often enough.
Her newly minted libido perked up and she tracked his progress across the room. Six foot even, slender but muscled. A body like a basketball player's. He was quite a bit less impressive than Tanner but April was thinking of casting a wide net until she settled on a type.
Watching him greet a few of the other clients, April realized something. She remembered things she'd seen over the months but hadn't really picked up on. Tim was a flirt. He'd even tried to flirt with her when she first got the job but she'd been completely unreceptive. He'd moved on without any dirty looks or anything, just acknowledged that his attention wasn't wanted.
She also was remembering him hanging around several different women at the gym. Many of them had been receptive. He seemed pretty charming, treating the flirtation as a fun game.
April wondered how often he sealed the deal. She also wondered how big his cock was. And she knew she was going to find out.
*****
"How much are you lifting," a voice asked. Tim glanced up. The hot little receptionist was watching him. The newly hot receptionist. He'd noticed immediately when her dress changed. He'd also seen her roving eyes.
He did one last rep on the leg press. As always when he had any kind of audience, he tried to make it look easy. Well, it wasn't actually a lot of weight; he was doing practical reps.
"Just a hundred pounds. It works for me," he answered. He shrugged internally. She worked at the gym. She should know enough not to be expecting a huge number when someone was just doing their daily routine.
"Okay, yeah. I've seen you doing a lot of reps. You're looking good," she said overly casually.
Tim did several more presses. Whatever the girl wanted, he'd let her find her way. She'd sought him out after all.
There were three leg machines in a row and the others were both free. April set one for fifty pounds and settled in the saddle. Weights had been a very small part of her training but she knew she could pump out a lot of reps at that weight. Tim hadn't tried to bluster about the weight so she wasn't going to try anything silly.
What she wanted was an excuse to be near him for a while and also give him plenty of opportunities to see her body. Her two-tone tights and brief sports brawl left absolutely nothing to the imagination.
As he continued reps at a casual pace, he turned his head to speak to her. It was also an excuse to watch her without dumbly staring. "I've never seen you on any of the equipment before."
She matched his pace. Her bare midriff was hard and flat and her tights clearly showed her defined thighs. "I realized I've been getting soft since I stopped training. I don't want to get flabby."
Tim paused his routine, watching as the receptionist continued. "You sure don't look soft to me."
She did a couple more reps then let the plates down. She kind of looked at herself. "Yeah, I guess." She gracefully rose from the machine and glanced around briefly. No one else was near or paying attention to them. "Hey, can I ask your opinion on something?"
"Sure, I guess."
"Come over here a sec," she said, walking over to a pull-up bar. She looked up at it and made a face. "I actually don't think I can reach that." She reached high and jumped. She was several inches short of even contacting the bar.
"Give me a boost?" she asked.
Tim stepped close but hesitated before touching here. "Uh, how do you want..."
She tapped on either side of her puckered navel. "Hands on my hips and then 1-2-3-heave."
He bent slightly and put his hands on her hips, thumbs reaching toward her navel. She flexed her knees and counted, "One, two, three, hup!" She jumped and the man lifted with her. He felt her stomach harden and she grunted softly.
When he felt no weight on his hands, he released her and left her hanging. "So what did you want to ask me?" he said, forcing his eyes to hers.
"I was wondering how much muscle guys like on a girl," she said. She did a slow, steady pull-up and touched her chin to the bar. Then she eased down. "I mean, I know every guy is different but what do you think turns the most guys on?"
"Well, I know I like abs and a decent set of biceps on a lady but I'm afraid I'm in a minority."
"Oh?" she asked, finishing a third pull-up. "Is that some kind of male ego thing? I mean, when a guy doesn't like fit chicks."
Tim rubbed the back of his neck. He had not failed to notice how prominent April's nipples were or how her eyes had gone down to his shorts more than once. He had some practice keeping himself under control so there wasn't anything much to see there yet.
"I guess some guys feel threatened. But I also get liking a soft look just for the sake of it being soft and traditionally feminine."
"Well, I'm not going to let myself get soft no matter how many guys might like that sort of thing." She held a lift mid-way, her elbow at ninety degrees. She raised her legs and held them flat at ninety degrees as well. She held the strenuous position easily. "I mean, just look at this."
Tim looked. Tim liked. Her biceps were tight knots. Four panes of her abdomen were well defined and Tim could see a suggestion of a third pair. "Yeah, you look pretty amazing. I bet you can crack walnuts between those thighs."
She was still holding the stressful pose. "Wanna feel how hard my body is?" She asked, a sparkle in her eyes.
"May I?" he asked back, raising a hand near her thigh. He certainly sounded eager though in control. She nodded.
He pressed his fingers to her outer thigh. It was tense with strain and hard as oak. Glancing up at her face, he saw she wasn't having any second thoughts. He explored further, tracing the groves of her quadriceps.
"What was it you train for?" he asked.
"I was a gymnast," she said, neutrally.
Something in her voice made him look up, pulling his hand away. There was something behind those words. Some past pain or disappointment.
Though they shared a moment of human empathy, neither was interested in derailing what was happening. Tim glanced at her rigid arm and back up, raising his brows in question.
"Of course," she said.
He reached above his head and felt her tight, mounded bicep. "Damn, you're rock hard, girl."
She shifted, adjusting her grip. He felt the power beneath her skin. She asked, "Anything else you want to feel while I'm up here?"
